Boyfriend for the Summer

Seph’s fingers drift across my skin, and I shudder under her hands. she looks dazed and awed and like I’m the best thing that she’s ever seen.

She’s the best thing I’ve ever seen.

The bra she’s wearing is more daring than I expected for under a camp t-shirt. White and sheer and lacy, cupping her perfect breasts and putting them on display like a perfectly packaged present. Reaching out, I touch them. Softly at first, and then harder, enjoying the weight and the give. Her nipples pebble into hardness when I stroke my thumbs across them, even through the fabric, and she leans back against the door with her eyes closed. She’s panting for breath, lips parted and dewy with the remnants of my kisses.

I brush my hands down the sides of her ribs, watching as goosebumps appear even in the summer heat. “Seph,” I breathe. I’m at a crossroads, because I need hard and fast, but I also want to savor her.

Maybe we can have both. “Don’t move,” I tell her, striding across the room to my suitcase and grabbing a condom from the box I travel with out of habit. Thank fuck. I honestly didn’t think that I would be getting laid at all this summer. I had resigned myself to coming into my hand in the shower for the next two months. I’m glad that the universe threw me a bone.

My pants are gone by the time I reach her again, and Seph is down to her bra and panties. I stroke my cock as I watch her, and she’s squirming with anticipation. I cannot wait to be inside her again. Pressing her into the door again with my body, I let my cock sit between us, hard and straining. A wicked promise.

“We’ve never had sex against a door,” I say with a smile.

She smiles too, but grabs my shoulders and squeezes. “And we might not if you don’t start fucking me. I’m going to take matters into my own hands in the next thirty seconds.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I say, and I let my lips crash down on hers again. It only takes seconds to slip the condom on my cock and scoop my hands under her ass to lift her. Trapping her against the door with my body, I reach between us and shove her panties aside and fit myself against her. I remember the last time we were together it was hesitant and new—but still amazing.

This time she’s already soaking wet, and neither of us have the patience for soft and slow. That can come later. I ease into her, taking it slow, since I’m bigger than I used to be.

Seph goes entirely still as I enter her, sucking in a grasp of breath and her pussy clamps down on me, squeezing and making me go blind with sensation. Holy shit, I’m going to lose it and we haven’t even started.

Capturing her lips, I don’t let her take another breath. I ravage her mouth as I begin to move. Not smooth and not soft—just raw, brutal, fucking.

Plunging into Persephone is like plunging into fire. Just like the hell that the mythical Persephone was banished to. Driving my cock into her over and over again feels like coming home. Something I hadn’t truly realized that I was missing until just now, and that I can’t believe that I’ve lived without all this time. I don’t plan on living without it ever again. She’s mine whether she knows it or not, and I’m going to prove it with every thrust of my cock inside her.

The door rattles behind us with the force of my fucking, and I love the sound—the audible proof of this. Seph breaks away from our kiss, throwing her head back and crying out, eyes closed in rapture and fuck it feels good to see her like that.

I already feel like I want to see more of her. See that look of total abandon on her face and know that I am the source of it. I’m swirling down into something deep and dangerous, driven by need and pleasure and something that I don’t dare name. I can’t. Not now.

The orgasm is building in my spine, but I’m holding onto it. Seph is going to come apart on my cock before I even think about coming. I drive deeper into her, grinding against her clit with my hips while I wrap my hands more firmly around her thighs. She hooks her legs more firmly around my hips, pulling me against her. That little sensation of her feet pressing into my ass drives me crazy. She wants me. She wants more.

“Oh fuck,” she says, voice unsteady and nails gripping my arms. “God. Fuck. Yes. Please.”

Every word is punctuated by another thrust of my cock, and I shift to push in deeper. As deep as I can go, and she takes me beautifully. Our bodies slam together with that raw sound of animal sex, and pleasure builds through my body so quickly that I feel like a live electric wire. I swear to god sparks could be coming off me.