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Ethan gave me a light kiss. "Yes, Daddy."

Jeezus, that made me hard—those words—because they came from Ethan.

I had just started the bacon when Ethan re-emerged from the bedroom. He was wearing red lace, a different pattern from before, the legs slightly longer, like cycling shorts.

And his cock was semi-hard.

I could see it clearly through the lace. "Turn around." Ethan spun, presenting me with his ass. Within that visible crease lay secrets I hoped I'd find the courage to explore.

I walked up behind him, one arm around his waist, the other caressing his cock. He rested his head back against my shoulder and sighed. The more I stroked his cock, the more needy the sounds became. "I love the sounds you make." I kissed the curl of his ear.

"I can't stop myself when I'm with you."

"You'll keep them special for me?" Even though the thought of Ethan with other men turned me on, I wanted aspects of his response to intimate touch to be all to myself.

"Locked in a little box." He grabbed my thigh. "You'll have the only key."

My heart pattered hard. We were interrupted as the smell of cooking bacon filled the camper. I kissed Ethan's shoulder. "I'll keep it safe … but right now, the bacon is calling."

Ethan groaned and sank onto the bench seating. "I am hungry."

"One egg or two?"

"Two. Over easy, please."

I focused on what I was doing, struggling to keep my mind from straying into the reality that Ethan was sitting in my camper in a pair of lace panties—hot for me.

I managed to plate everything and set it on the table.

Ethan picked up a piece of bacon. "How often do you go camping?"

"Every couple of weeks starting in May." I squirted some ketchup onto my plate. "Sometimes April if the weather is nice." The eggs were perfect, the yolk running onto the plate.

"I guess you camped a lot with your family."

I smiled, remembering. "The kids loved it. Riding their bikes all over the campground."

"Your wife?"

"She tolerated it." I laughed. "Barely."

Ethan rubbed his hand up my thigh to the crease of my groin, his fingers dusting across my soft cock behind my jeans. "I'm liking it more and more by the minute."

"Behave."

Ethan pouted at me and went back to eating. Finished, he leaned back in his seat. He ran his finger through the remnants of egg yolk on his plate. I'm sure I stopped breathing when he took that same finger and slowly circled his nipples, transferring the egg to his skin.

"Oops." He stuck his finger in his mouth.

"You are so bad," I finally choked out.

He gave me a smirk. "But in a good way." He scrambled to his knees on the seat and shuffled closer to me, took my head in both hands and guided me to suck on his nipples.

If I had any food left on my plate, I forgot about it.

"Back to the bedroom with you." I clapped my hands on his ass and squeezed his cheeks. Ethan pulled away from me, climbed down, and swayed his hips in a way that turned my dick to hardened steel as he sashayed his way down the hallway.

I dispensed with my clothes in the kitchen and joined him in the bedroom. He was stretched out on the bed, grinding his ass into the mattress, and biting his lower lip as he watched me.

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