by Rye Hart
He held my head still and pumped his hips. “Should I pull over, or do you want me to keep driving?”
“Keep driving,” I whispered around his flesh. “I just wanted to pass the time.”
He chuckled, and his cock jerked in my mouth. “I love it when you’re bored.”
I relaxed my throat and took him deeper still until his head closed off the back of my throat, and I gasped for air, pulling back. He moaned, and a taste of his salt splashed the roof of my mouth.
“Sorry, baby. You’re about to make me pop.”
I eased off and teased him slowly for a while, edging and then relenting, until he growled. The sound made me take him harder, sucking and bobbing my head, hoping to earn another taste. He didn’t disappoint. His cock swelled in my throat, and I pulled back just in time to catch the hot spurts of his nectar against my tongue. I swallowed him down, wiping my mouth as I rose up and he pulled me into a kiss.
“You’re amazing. That was so hot and you know I’m going to pay you back once I get that tent set up and we’re tucked in for the night. You’ll be howling louder than the coyotes.”
“I’ll hold you to that, and don’t remind me about the coyotes.” I didn’t want to think about the critters we might encounter. I wasn’t a girlie girl, by far, but I still didn’t like anything that had more legs than I did.
“Don’t worry about them; you’ll scare them off when you scream my name.” He belted a laugh as I nudged him in the arm and redid his pants.
We found a place to park and got out to search for the perfect site for pitching our tent and setting up the camera. The pitch darkness wasn’t as big of a surprise as last time, and my eyes adjusted quickly.
“This looks like the spot.” He took out his camera, showing me how it was set up, and we talked about the proper settings and how to make adjustments.
Though I knew my photography, I didn’t mind letting him give me one-on-one. He was a great teacher and let me use the camera we’d adjusted while bringing out a second one. “I’m going to use this one, so you can shoot too, tonight.”
“I brought my camera, remember?” I didn’t mind using his, but I had come prepared.
“I’ll set your camera in a bit if you want, but I didn’t think you’d want to mess with your adjustments. If yours is anything like mine, it can be hard to get them just right again. Besides, I have a few extras.”
He clearly very passionate photography and had put quite a bit of investment into it. I wondered what his family thought about his passion.
“You mentioned your dad and you don’t talk much. Do you mind if I ask why?”
“Well, our relationship is a little complicated. He thinks my photography is a waste of time, and I guess that’s why this exhibit will be even more important to me. He thinks I should find a real job, but I’d rather shoot myself than put on a suit and tie and sit at a damn desk every day.” He checked his viewfinder and snapped a few photos.
“Maybe one day he’ll surprise you. Once he has a chance to see how good you are and how happy it makes you, maybe he’ll back off,” I suggested.
He shrugged. “Doubt it, but it’s a nice thought. What about your family? You don’t talk much about them.”
“There’s really not much to tell. I’m an only child and I never knew my dad. He took off when my mom found out she was pregnant with me. She raised me by herself until she died during my freshman year in college. Rain and I had been best friends since high school and so she and Aunt Helen just kind of took me in.”
He shook his head. “Damn. Maybe I shouldn’t complain about my dad so much.”
I looked at him and smiled. “It’s OK. I’ve gotten used to it. It’s not like I’m totally alone. I have Rain and Aunt Helen. And you,” I added, my cheeks turning pink.
He reached out and pulled me close. “Come look at this shot.” He pointed to the viewfinder, and I saw a little white streak on the image.
“What is it?” I leaned in closer.
“That’s a shooting star. It’s not easy to catch one without the camera rolling continuously. But looks like it’s my lucky night.” He turned his head and kissed me.
The moon was rising in the sky, and he let out a breath. “Time to change the strategy. There will be light soon, so I want to change my settings so I can shoot the moon. But first, let’s get that tent up.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN – TATE
Pitching the tent didn’t take as long as I thought it would with Kami’s help. She’d pulled the thing out of the carrying case and had it laid out before I could even get the rods out, and after that, it was smoothe sailing.
Being able to open up about my past was a good sign. I still had so much more to tell Kami about my history but I needed to find the right time. I wasn’t sure how she’d react to it all. Would she think I was using her for money and that was the only reason I pursued her? I had full intention to open up to her.
I also had an imminent deadline approaching. I now had less than one year to produce an heir or I’d lose millions. Something had to be done.
Kami milled around inside the tent, unloading a few things from the car and spreading out our sleeping bag and pillow, while I took time to light the fire.
Once the fire was good and blazing, Kami crawled out of the tent wearing sweat pants and a concert tee with a Live Wired logo. I had heard of the band.
“Live Wired? Why does that sound familiar?” I tilted my head, and she giggled.
“It’s Rain’s band. I told you about them, remember?”
“That’s right.” I rolled my eyes. The ex’s band. “I hope that’s not Devin’s shirt you’re wearing.” I hated to be an ass, but I really hated the idea of his shirt against her flesh.
“God no, it’s mine. I was the first person to own one. I had them made for the band and snagged this one for me before all the mediums were gone.”
“Damn, and here I was looking for a reason to ask you to take it off.” She giggled and came closer to sit next to me.
“Don’t tell me you’re jealous of Devin.” She giggled.
“No, I’m not jealous of him, but I do like you naked.” I leaned over and kissed her softly, and she leaned in toward me, deepening the kiss.
“I have the bed made if you’re interested.” She wrapped her arm around mine and lay her head on my shoulder.
I slipped off my gloves and held out my hand for her to take it. “Come on, baby. You can help me into something more comfortable.” She got up from the blanket, and we went inside the tent, which was big enough for us to stand in at its center.
She’d made a nice pallet with a blow-up mattress and our sleeping bag, and I drew her near and lay her back against it. “I want to taste you, Kami. Like you tasted me.” I pushed up her top and kissed her breasts, and then I slipped my hands into her waistband and tugged down her sweatpants. I couldn’t wait to feast on her soft, silky mound, and I wasted no time pushing my fingers inside. My mouth soon followed, licking her clit and sucking her lips. Now and then I’d lap my tongue across her slit and then down to her ass before coming back up.
She moaned as I dragged my nose up to her clit and then higher still to her tummy, where I kissed her trailing all the way up to her breasts.
Her voice strangled through her pleasure. “I want you inside me, Tate. Please give it to me.”
She snaked her hand down and gripped my cock, leaning up to take it in her mouth for a quick taste before laying back and spreading her legs wide. She was hungry for it, and I was going to give her exactly what she needed to be sated.
She knew it too. She handed me a condom she’d slipped just under the pallet I took the packet and made quick work sheathing myself for her. Soon enough, I’d feel myself letting my juices flow inside of her. I couldn’t wait for that day.
The pallet shifted beneath us as I rested on my elbow to center my cock at her soft folds. She wasted no time pushing her hips upward to take it inside, and I met her persistence with a thrust that had m
e plunging to her depths all at once.
She hissed a breath through her teeth, and her hands reached around to claw at my back. “It feels so good.” She panted as I found my pace and soon she was writhing with pleasure beneath me, her pussy tightening around my shaft, milking it.
I lifted her legs and angled myself against her soft button, pushing and prodding with my head, barely entering her, then teasing by pulling back.
She begged for more with every moan, and I found her tight nipples with my mouth, nipping and sucking as I continued to work her.
I’d edge my own release and pull away, driving her into a fit each time until I gave her more. “Please.” She met my eyes, and I knew I couldn’t torture her any longer. I hooked my hands behind her and rolled us over, so she was on top.
I brushed her hair away from her face. “Now, you can take all you want. Do whatever you want with me, baby.” I met her lips as she leaned forward, grinding her pussy against me, and kissed me deeply. She trailed her kissed down to my chest and then rose up, her beautiful breasts bouncing gently as she rode me.
She leaned forward and rested on her hands to twerk her ass on my cock, and she gripped me, with each upward pull, milking my release. “It feels amazing.” She kissed me deeply as my hands roamed her body.
After a moment, she rose up again and met my eyes. “I want you behind me.” She blushed a little and ran her hand up my chest to grip my pectoral.
“You don’t have to ask twice.” I shifted us around, and she got on all fours in front of me.
I came up behind her, and suddenly, a howl sounded outside the tent. She jumped up flew into my arms. “That was close.”
“Yeah, it was. We’re OK. The fire will keep them away, and we hadn’t opened any food. They’ll go away.” Her wide eyes were fixed on mine still as if she weren’t so sure. “Trust me, baby.” I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise, Kami.”
“OK, I trust you.” She got to her knees and then placed her hands down on the pallet, offering her sweet glistening pussy to me. I reached out and rubbed my palms against her tight, round ass and gave it a slap, rubbing the spot to soothe it as she yelped.
I rested the head of my cock against her soaking slit and pushed forward. She moaned and tilted her ass, taking the head of my dick right against her sweetest spot. Her pleasure sounded even sexier as I noticed her hand pinching her nipples in front of her. I reached around and rubbed her tender nub, stroking it softly with my fingertips while she writhed beneath me.
“I’m going to come.” Her voice had lowered an octave, and it was the sound of such pleasure that it pulled mine from me.
I worked her like a piston, quickening my pace to pound out our pleasure and as she quaked beneath me, her thighs trembling, her pussy gripping my cock as she screamed. “I’m coming! I’m coming.” She sagged beneath me, and I caught her, holding her up against me as I thrust deep and hard.
“Fuck!” I punched at her dripping hole harder as my release spilled forth and I imagined myself soaking her insides, drenching every nook and cranny of her tight channel. I wanted that with her. I wanted things so familiar that we had that level of trust between us.
I kissed her shoulder, then her neck and down her spine, until I finally pulled back and pulled out. I released her from my hold, and she collapsed to the bed and rolled over.
I stretched out next to her and gathered her up next to me. “If we only had a shower.” The sweat had broken on my forehead.
A soft giggle bubbled from her throat. “We're just going to have to rough it, city boy.” She pushed her ass up against me, and I held her tight.
“I was thinking about round two. I like sex in the shower, don’t you?” I rolled to my back, and she turned to snuggle up against my side, her face resting against me.
“I love it, especially with you. I love it here, too, though. I like it just being the two of us. All alone to do whatever we want. Be as loud as we want.”
“And that you were. I never knew you could hit those notes. Maybe Rain will sign you up for backup vocals.” She giggled and stroked her hand softly across my chest, playing with the hairs until minutes later, the motion stopped, and her breathing leveled off to a soft purr.
I savored the minutes just holding her as she slept before drifting off myself. Tomorrow was going to be the true test of our relationship.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN – KAMI
I woke up against the hard earth, and for a moment I didn’t know where I was. I felt Tate pressed against me, the sleeping bag he’d bought still spread out around us. We hadn’t even zipped the thing up, but somehow in the night, it ended up over us like a blanket.
“The bed deflated. I guess we were too rough on it.” His fingers rubbed against my elbow. “I think it was these rib breakers. They’re sharp enough.”
“Are not!” I pulled away and nudged him with it, causing him to chuckle.
“You’re brutal. I like it. How about you come over here and rough me up?”
I rolled over and pressed against his side, still not wanting to wake. “Once I find the energy I will.” I was still sore from the night before, and I felt a bit gritty and unattractive, my morning breath and hair keeping my face hidden under my hand.
“Fine. I guess I’ll have to take care of this massive hard on all on my own.”
“Mm, it is massive, isn’t it?” I slipped my hand down and gave it a feel, then wrapped my hand around it and pumped it slowly.
He moaned, “God, you’re amazing. Even when you’re half-asleep.” He rolled me over and braced himself above me. I wasn’t going to stop working him, and still had a grip on him when he took my hand and pinned it over my head with the other.
“I was going to have my fun.” I pouted.
“No, I’m going to have mine. You lay there and relax. I’ll see if I can wake you up.”
He smiled down at me and then wagged his brows before diving between my thighs.
All at once, pleasure and his mouth consumed me, I closed my eyes and rolled my hips up to force his tongue where I wanted it. His fingers darted in and out of my pussy and spread me open, stroking my walls. He used his thumb to circle my clit as his free hand held my hands tight against my stomach.
The slow ache built between my legs and he worked me into such a frenzy with his relentless teasing, that I started to squirm.
“Fuck me, please. With your fingers, with anything, please.” I needed to be filled, and he laughed as I lay there helpless to his ministrations.
He dipped his fingers back inside me, pressing upward and working my spongy button. My g-spot had always been the point of no control for me, and he found it easily.
He rose up, and I braced myself for his thick cock, which he rubbed over my clit.
Lost in the rapture of ecstasy, I bucked my hips toward him and reached down to grip his cock and center it to me. He thrust it inside me and pounded hard as he met my eyes with a smile.
He closed his mouth over mine, his tongue diving deep, the taste of my nectar filling my mouth as he brought me to orgasm.
He lifted my legs, and I rested them on his shoulders. He kissed my shins and continued to pump me hard until he tensed. The head of his cock swelled, and then he twitched inside me. I felt the spurt of his warmth deep inside me, and only then realized that he hadn’t been wearing a condom. It felt so absolutely intimate and incredible to be filled with his seed.
Finally, he pulled away. “We should get up and get dressed.”
I shook my head and smiled. “You’re something else. Sex and then back to business,” I said, to which he grinned in response. “I’d like us to be careful next time. This last time around we went in unprotected, and both of us forgot.”
“I know. But, hey, I wouldn’t mind a little me or you running around.”
“You crack me up. But please, let’s be more careful next time.”
“Sure, you got it.”
I let out a b
reath and sat up as he rolled off me to the other side of the bed. I found my clothes and passed him his pants. I didn’t want the trip to end.
“Listen to that, Tate. Do you hear it?” The sounds of nature were the only ones tickling my eardrums.
He narrowed his eyes. “Um, I don’t hear anything.”
“Exactly. It sure beats the sound of Rain’s band banging in my ears or the sound of my ex-downstairs cracking jokes for everyone to laugh at. Even the Loving Cup is noisy. I like it out here with nothing but the sound of your voice and the pleasant song of nature.”
“Why don’t you move out, like you’ve been talking about?”
“Aunt Helen rents it to me at a discount because she doesn’t owe anything on the place and it keeps it from getting too run down. I’d love to move, but that would mean dipping into my savings and I want to pay off my debt.”
“I could help if you wanted.”
He was sweet to offer, but I shook my head immediately. There was no way I was going to let him. His money was his own, and I wanted no part of him doing things for me on that level. Buying dinner was one thing, but helping me with an apartment was totally different.
“No, that’s sweet, but I think what I need to do is get another job. If I took on an extra income, I wouldn’t have to take anything out of my savings.”
“You already work so much at the coffee shop, how do expect to find the time? I don’t like the idea of you working yourself to death, and I want time to be with you. Let me help.”
“You help by supporting me; being with me. And don’t think for a minute that I’m going to let anything keep me from seeing you. I’ll make sure we have time.” He was so sweet to care, and as I helped his pack up the equipment, he was quiet.
I couldn’t take it anymore as we got into the jeep to head home. “What’s the matter? You’ve been quiet since I mentioned a second job.”
