by Holly Renee
Closing my eyes, I imagined it was her wrapped around me instead of my callused hand. Where my skin was rough, she was soft, smooth, and perfect. I slid my thumb over the moisture on the tip as I envisioned my hand wrapped up in her curls and her blue eyes staring up at me.
My hand moved roughly against myself as I came closer and closer to letting go. My breaths were ragged and harsh, and they matched the rhythm of my strokes.
I closed my eyes in ecstasy and thought about all the things I had been dreaming about doing to Erica’s body. I was right on the edge when I was jolted out of my fantasies by the sound of the zipper on the front of my tent being opened.
My eyes darted to the small opening that was being slowly created. It was too damn dark to see anything, but my heart and my dick both prayed that it was Erica coming through that door.
I saw her wild hair before anything else. She poked her head through the door and looked straight at me. I didn’t open my mouth to say anything, but I didn’t dare look away from her either.
She looked back out of the tent, at what I wasn’t sure, before she seemed to make a decision to an argument in her own head and moved the rest of the way into the tent.
She pulled the zipper back down quietly before she turned back toward me. She sat on her knees and looked at me as if she was asking permission, but I don’t think she was asking me. She seemed to be battling herself.
I opened my mouth to ask her what she was doing, but before I got a chance, she was crawling toward me with determination in her eyes. It both worried and thrilled me.
My dick was ecstatic. He had no worries in the world when it came to her. Me on the other hand, I knew what she was capable of. I knew what she could do to me. I was well aware of the damage she could cause to me.
I didn’t have time to think about that right then. All I could focus on was the fact that my fantasy was crawling toward me wearing the tiniest black tank top and shorts I had ever seen.
She only stopped when she was right on me. I sat up on my elbows to look at her. I didn’t know what her intentions were, but I knew if she left this tent without touching me, I would probably die.
I lifted my hand and ran my rough thumb against her pink bottom lip before I ran it down her soft neck. That was all she needed. She moaned when my hand reached the base of her neck and closed her eyes. When they opened again, fire was burning in her gaze.
She leaned her body into me and her lips were only a whisper away from mine.
I looked up into her eyes to make sure this was what she wanted. I didn’t want to hurt her any more than I already had.
There was no hesitation in her eyes. Not one trace. All I could see was lust, trust I didn’t deserve, and something else that I wasn’t willing to even hope for. I didn’t need to hear her say it, but when she whispered, “I need you,” nothing could have stopped me.
I leaned in the small fraction that was separating us and pressed my lips against hers. I could feel the kiss through every inch of me. I had wanted to touch her again for so long, and holding her while we slept last night didn’t do anything but increase my thirst.
My hand wrapped in her hair as it did in my fantasy, and I pulled her closer to me as I dropped down on my back. Erica quickly straddled my hips, and I groaned when her heat settled against me.
What started as a soft kiss, quickly changed, and Erica ground herself against me as we kissed each other like we were trying to breathe.
I easily transferred Erica off of me and to my side. If she ran her sweet pussy against me one more time, I was going to come before we even got started.
She looked confused by me moving her off of me, and I could see the fear of rejection in her eyes, but she didn’t need to worry about that. There was nothing in this world other than her telling me she didn’t want me that could have stopped me. She thought that she was in control, but I was about to remind her how this worked.
I pulled her back against my chest and her ass fit perfectly against my cock. It was both heaven and torture.
She moved her ass against me as I slid her curls around the back of her neck and planted soft kisses against her neck. I ran my mouth from the edge of her shoulder to the spot just behind her ear that caused her to tremor. Her skin was pebbled below my tongue as I tasted her.
My hand cupped her breast through her tank top, and she thrust her chest further into my touch. Begging for more. I drug my hand slowly down her flat stomach as my tongue matched its trail on her neck.
I toyed with the edge of her shorts before I put us both out of our misery and dipped my hand into her panties. As soon as my hand felt the moisture, both of us groaned in unison.
I couldn’t stand the slow and steady anymore. I needed to feel her, to smell her, to taste her. I sucked hard on the spot where her neck met her shoulder as I pushed my fingers against her wet pussy.
The scream she let out should have woke up everyone else in their tents, and I quickly covered her mouth with my free hand. I was completely wrapped around her, and it was easily my favorite place to be.
She pressed her head back against my shoulder as I thrust my finger inside of her, and her teeth sank into my finger that was covering her mouth.
I picked up the rhythm of my palm against her clit as my finger curled inside of her to a place I knew would set her off. Her ass matched the rhythm of my hand as she moved it against my cock that was begging for her attention.
She moved her hand behind her and rubbed it down the front of my boxers. I bit down on her shoulder to stop myself from groaning loudly.
Her soft hand slipped below my waistband, and she fisted me in her small hand as she continued to grind her ass against me.
She matched the speed of my hand against her, but her grip faltered when I entered a second finger inside of her. It was only moments before she was falling apart in my hands.
I moved to my back and she quickly moved between my knees. I knew what she was planning on doing, but it wasn’t what I wanted. Well, not exactly. I pulled her up by her shoulders, and she looked at me, confused once again.
I helped her out of her shorts and panties before I easily maneuvered her small body until she was exactly where I wanted her. Her ass was perfectly positioned in front of my face as she was on her hands and knees over me. I could feel her breath on my lower stomach.
Her pussy was wet with arousal I had just caused with my hand, and I couldn’t wait to taste her again.
I pressed a soft kiss to the edge of her thigh. I was so close to where she wanted me but not close enough. She wiggled as my rough beard scratched against her skin.
I ran my tongue through her flesh, and she moaned loudly before her small hands began pulling at my boxers. I lifted my hips to help her pull them down, but I didn’t stop my assault against her. I continued to dive into her like I was starved.
Her tongue tentatively touched the tip of my cock as I sucked her clit between my lips. Her mouth opened on a moan, and I thrust my hips up and into her mouth. That was all the encouragement she needed.
She worked me in her mouth as I devoured her with mine. We were rushed, rough, and engrossed. I think both of us were dying to get a piece of each other, but scared that we would lose it as soon as the moment ended. That fear was on my mind any time I was around her. Every smile she gave me I held on to like it was my lifeline. Every laugh. Every stare.
I needed more from her. I needed her pleasure. I felt drunk on it. It was a beautiful high knowing that when she pleasured herself at home in her own bed she would be imagining us in this moment together.
She would think about my cock between her fat, pink lips while my mouth was covered with the moisture she would rub along her clit. I wanted her to imagine me. I wanted her to think about the way my hand was grabbing her ass and pulling her closer to my mouth.
She moaned around my cock, and I jerked closer to her. We were both so close. Her legs were shaking next to my ears, but they didn’t stop her from riding my face with ev
erything she had.
I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked hard as she rolled my balls softly in her hands. We both set off at the same time. Neither one of us even tried to be quiet. Her screams were muffled around my cock, but I knew they were loud.
Her body sank down on top of mine as we both tried to catch our breath. Our bodies were slick with sweat, and I traced the moisture on her skin as I ran my fingers down her back.
For a second I thought I heard movement outside, but it was hard to tell through the ringing in my ears and the ragged breaths.
Erica looked over her shoulder at me right before we heard the whisper.
“Erica?”
Erica tensed as I chuckled beneath her.
She smacked my leg as she answered her searching best friend.
“I’m in here, Kat,” she whisper-shouted.
“Thank fuck.” This time it was my best friend’s voice that rang through the tent.
Erica’s body shook against mine as we tried to hold in our laughter, but I couldn’t help agreeing with him. Thank fuck indeed.
I couldn’t believe what had happened last night. What’s more was that I couldn’t believe I didn’t regret a second of it. I thought I would feel used or angry when I woke up this morning, but Gabe’s body was wrapped around mine like he was holding on for dear life.
When my eyes fluttered open, I was shocked when I saw him watching me while I slept. His eyes were soft, and he was looking at me with something. Longing? Surely not. It couldn’t be.
He kissed me softly on my nose before we sat up and made our way out of the tent. No words were said between us, but neither of us could stop the smile on our faces.
Everyone watched us as we exited the tent. Apparently, we were the last ones awake. Kat wore a giant smile on her face, and I had to avoid her eyes to stop myself from laughing at her dreamy look. Kat liked to believe that everyone’s lives could be like one the romance novels she loved to read. She saw hope that I was in Gabe’s tent last night. She dared to dream of happily ever after’s and white picket fences.
I wouldn’t allow myself to have those thoughts. I knew what last night was, and I didn’t let myself dream for more. Gabe gave me more pleasure than I had ever experienced, but pleasure is all it was. I didn’t read into his soft touches or lingering stares. I certainly didn’t have butterflies when I woke up to him staring at me. Gabe had already broken me once, and there was no way I would be breaking down for him again. My happily ever after was buried at the bottom of the rubble where he left my heart. My wall was built, and he was going to have to rebuild my trust if he wanted within those walls again.
I set down near the fire that Johnny was cooking our breakfast on. Cooking is a relative term. It looked more like he was torturing the poor sausage.
“What’d that sausage ever do to you?” I asked as he stabbed a fork at the defenseless meat.
“It doesn’t really matter. Does it? We seem to forgive and forget what others have done to us around here,” he grumbled.
“Ouch.” I rubbed my chest like he had shot me through the heart. When in reality, he kind of did. I was well aware of what Gabe had done to me. I hadn’t forgotten, but I also didn’t need it rubbed in my face.
“Great talk, friend.” I stood from my chair to walk away, but Johnny’s warm hand wrapped around my wrist to stop me.
“I’m an asshole,” he said softly behind me.
“You think?”
“Just sit down. I’m sorry. Okay? I just can’t stand the thought of him hurting you again. You don’t deserve it.” He rubbed his free hand through his hair.
“I know, Johnny. I’m really okay. I’m not falling in love with the guy.” He gave me a skeptical look. “What? I’m just having fun. I promise to protect my heart from him.”
“And if he hurts you again?” He looked at me expectantly.
“If he hurts me again, then you can kick one of your best friend’s ass’s.”
He nodded his head as if he was satisfied with my response. He pulled me into him and put his arm around my shoulders.
“What do you call a cow with no legs?” His gruff voice said right above my head that was leaning against him.
“I don’t know. What?” I asked with a small giggle in my voice.
“Ground beef.”
A very unladylike snort sounded throughout the campsite causing everyone to turn toward me and me to cover my mouth. Johnny’s deep chuckle resonated throughout my body as I laughed hysterically.
I could feel Gabe looking at me, and when I looked up, he had a look of both annoyance and happiness on his face. It was confusing. It was thrilling.
I could relate to the confusion because the fact that he may have been jealous of my friendship with Johnny both annoyed me and made me happy. It annoyed me because Johnny was the one who had been there for me when I fell. Gabe was nowhere to be seen when I was torn apart by his hands, but Johnny was. Johnny was a damn good friend, and I wouldn’t change our relationship for the world. On the other hand, it made me happy to see jealously staring at me in those green eyes. It meant he actually cared. I wasn’t sure if he cared because he thought I was his piece of ass for tonight or he felt something more, but he cared. That’s all I needed to know.
The ride home was so much better than the ride there. As Erica climbed her sexy ass into the backseat of the truck, I made sure to climb in right behind her. I could tell that every move I made was grating on Johnny’s nerves, but I didn’t give a damn. We made some improvement last night, and I’d be damned if I sat back and watched my girl sandwiched between two of my best friends.
My girl.
Jesus.
One night. That was all that it took for me to forget everything I had been trying to accomplish for months. Stay the fuck away from her. It seemed simple at the time.
Stay away.
Don’t hurt her.
Don’t get hurt.
Why the hell did that turn into the hardest thing in the world to accomplish? The harder I tried to stay away from her, the more I craved her.
When I left, I knew what I was doing to her. I knew it would hurt her, but not nearly as much as I could. It was better to cut it off before either of us had got in too deep.
I hadn’t expected to show back up and see the pain in her eyes that I felt in my chest. I didn’t think she cared about me nearly that much. I wasn’t sure why she did. I had never given her a reason to.
I left to clear my head. I left to find some closure. I left because I was fucking scared.
As I sat by my sister’s grave, I found myself telling her all about Erica. I told her about how she looked when she laughed. I told her how she made me feel. I told her how I would never be able to keep her in my life.
Talking to my sister almost tore my heart out, but it also helped me. It made me feel connected to her again. It was something that I hadn’t done in a very long time. I tried to avoid thoughts of her at all because I knew it would stir the nightmares back up.
My sister was buried next to my grandparents’ a few towns away from us. They were the only people who ever really loved her like she deserved to be loved. Except me of course. I couldn’t save her, but God, I loved her.
She used to annoy the hell out of me. She always wanted to hang around me and my friends, and I dreaded her following us around. I never let her know that though. I would never leave her alone in that house with our so called parents.
If they weren’t high, they were fighting. I could handle it. I had handled it a long time, but I didn’t want Kara to have to. She deserved so much better than that. She was so sweet. So innocent. Every night before she went to bed, she would say “I hope you have big dreams tonight.”
Every night she said it, and every night I dreamed the same dream. To get me and her out of the hell we were living in.
Most nights she would end up in my bed out of fear. My parents’ drug use kept them awake through most of the night and passed out throughout most of the
day. I would be startled awake by their yelling or by their partying and moments later Kara’s little feet would come running across my floor.
I got so used to having her small body next to me every night that I couldn’t sleep after she was killed. Between that and the nightmares, there was absolutely no hope.
My baby sister was killed because of my dead beat parents.
My baby sister was killed because putting a needle in their veins was more important than taking care of their children.
My baby sister was killed because I wasn’t able to save her.
I put everything I had into protecting her, and it wasn’t enough.
I knew that I didn’t have a pair of junkie parents to protect Erica from since they were no longer in my life, but I knew I could hurt her just the same.
I didn’t want to be responsible for the destruction of another beautiful girl who I didn’t deserve, but I couldn’t stay away from her. Maybe my parents’ had passed something down to me after all because I was fully addicted to her. She was like a death wish.
When we pulled up at Kat and Blake’s house, I could feel her tense beside me. She probably felt confused about us. I didn’t blame her. I was confused as hell myself. I didn’t know where we stood or if we were even standing.
I climbed out of the truck and reached inside to help her out. Her eyes held mine as she slid her perfect body from the truck.
She turned away from me when Kat called her name. I walked around the truck and grabbed mine and Erica’s bag from the back of the truck. I could feel Johnny behind me, and I had to brace myself to turn around and face him.
When I did, he was running his hand through his overgrown hair.
“Man, you know you’re one of my best friends,” he said gruffly.
“Yea. Tell that to my lip.” I rubbed my thumb across my lower lip that he had split open.
