Page 92 of No Summer Hotter than You

“Same,” he said. “I was so fucking scared you’d hate me for falling in love with you.”

My brows creased together and I pursed my lips into a frown. “Why would I ever hate you for that?”

He shrugged as a pink flush crept up his neck. “I-I don’t know. I expected things to be awkward between us once I said something. I . . . I thought I’d lose you as a friend . . . as someone I’ve deeply cared for all these years. And it would’ve hurt to see you distance yourself from me when I love you so fucking much,” he said as his cheeks turned a deep shade of red. “To lose you would be losing my soul—my essence for life. I realized that last year when you got into that car accident. I would never be the same if I lost you then or now. Loosing you would destroy me, Shoua.”

My tears stung the corners of my eyes. “But you confessed.”

His warm hand reached hold my hand. “I did.”

“What made you do it?” I sniffed.

“Andy. He told me to be honest with you because it was the least you deserved. The irony . . .” His voice was amused, yet gentle. “I used to make fun of him and said that all the time to him for never admitting to Julie how he felt about her. How stupid was I to judge him?”

“Remember how we used to discuss how dumb it was with the way he always ran away from his feelings for her or talked himself out of ever confessing when we were teens?” I asked. My voice was barely above a whisper.

Anthony let out a low chuckle. “Yeah, and karma got both of our asses.”

“She’s a bitch, but I had a feeling we both had it coming to us.” I shrugged and smiled at him. “Because I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”

His hands were on my face before I could react, and he pulled me into a kiss. Slow and soft. He sighed into my mouth when I placed my hands over his slick, bare chest and danced my fingers down to his shorts. My hands stayed there, playing at the hem just inches below his belly button.

He groaned into my mouth, sending vibrations of need through my body straight to my clit. It slowly began to throb, and I clamped my thighs tightly together, trying to relieve the ache. One of Anthony’s hands quickly slipped down to help me instead.

My breath fluttered as he rolled deep circles into my clit through my shorts with the heel of his palm. I grabbed his other hand and pushed it under my shirt and sports bra to my aching nipple. Then I palmed him through his shorts.

We shuddered into one another’s mouths through slow kisses as he worked my clit and I concentrated on getting him to grow bigger in my hands. Which didn’t take much since I was already soaking through my panties, and he was half-hard growing with want.

As my sex began to clench, I knew I was about to climax. I lifted my hips off the edge of the tree and rolled against his hand desperately, muttering his name quietly instead of moaning.

“Anthony, Anthony, Anthony...” I chanted as I grabbed a hold of the tree under us for leverage.

I came with a roll of my eyes.

He pulled away from me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He didn’t have to say a single word because I wanted the same. We blew hot puffs of breath into each other’s face to catch our breath. All before he grabbed my hand and pulled me off the trail.

We walked a little way into the forest. Once we were behind a big enough tree to conceal us behind it, Anthony threw off his backpack while I tugged down my shorts. He let out a low groan at the sight of me and pulled out his hard dick.

He lewdly licked his fingers and stroked over the tip, watching me for a moment. I turned around to face the tree, braced myself on the rough bark, and leaned forward, positioning my lower half out in the hot air as he moved behind me, breathing hard. I inhaled sharply when he slicked his tip wet by swiping long strokes over my folds. I moaned when he entered me, and his lips came to my cheek.

“Ssshhh, you’re going to get us caught,” he whispered, brushing his lips against my skin.

He flexed his hips, and I stifled my moan into a whimper as he pulled away from my face. I could feel him grab my long ponytail and I heard him wrap my hair around his hand as I threw back into him desperately.

A sharp slap to my ass made me moan again. Anthony mounted me by tugging at my hips and pulling sharply on my hair to look up at him, guiding my body to the perfect position. “You should see the way you look from the back—all sexy with your tan lines. So fucking hot,” Anthony said as he panted quietly.

He let out a deep but hushed groan as he began picking up his pace to match mine. The rhythm of his thrusts soon followed to the tune of my sighs and whines. With each hard, raging thrust from him and the rough tug of my ponytail, my lower stomach tensed bit by bit.

“Oh my god, Anthony. Yes,” I cried quietly when he hit my sweet spot. “Right there. Fuck me?—”

His hand immediately clamped over my mouth, and I let out an uncontrollable muffled moan. My tongue darted out to lick his fingers as he pummeled deep into me—right into where I was becoming undone.

I could feel him filling me to the hilt as his breath came out as low grunts. I squeezed around him as a tease. He shuddered deliciously as he tugged sharply on my hair. I let out a breathy giggle when I felt him pulling out almost all the way, slowing down his tempo. But my laugh was cut short when he rammed back into me. We sighed heavily at the same time.

I hung onto the tree bark in front of me as he did it again with another deep-seated thrust. Then another. My legs began quivering as my wetness dribbled down my thighs. Anthony pulled out almost all the way again and thrust intensely back as I met him sloppily in the middle. We moaned together.

I whimpered loudly as I threw back harshly, and he moaned softly in return. He began picking up his pace again, getting faster with each thrust and shaky breath. I could hear how sloppy our joined sexes were becoming as I let out a cry into his hand and our bodies snapped together.

The sweet bliss of my climax was so intoxicating that I could hardly recall Anthony coming in me or the way he pounded out our highs until he pulled out of me. We were still heaving messes when he did. He dramatically slumped against me, pinning me to the tree.

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