Page 61 of The Falcon and the Foe

I nodded yes. “Sorry if I was a bit rusty.”

“Rusty isn’t the word I would use.”

“What would you use?”

“Hungry.”

I agreed. My lust was like a volcano that had lain dormant for too long, and not by natural causes, but because I forced myself to.

“You were the first person I’d been with in years. Since before I adopted Josh.”

“That’s a long time, almost a decade.” I swam closer and rubbed my hands on his broad shoulders. I liked that Cal wasn’t all muscle. He had weight to him. What I wouldn’t give to have him on top of me.

“You and your math skills. Wait a second.” Cal ran his fingers in the air as if he were scribbling the equation down. “Shit. You’re right.” He kissed my neck, and heat rushed to my core, hitting that spot of my stubble that tingled and tickled.

“Well, you didn’t forget anything,” I murmured, the memory of his hands and mouth on my cock setting me on fire all over again. His touch was addictive. One finger on me, and my dick pointed due north. “Speaking of forgetting things, we have to make sure we sweep up any remnant crumbs from s’mores so animals don’t come—”

He shut me up with a kiss. “Stop talking, Russ. It’ll get done. It will all get done.” Then another kiss, the taste of his tongue like home to me. “Relax.”

Our chest hair intertwined, and our nipples collided, sending floods of want to my aching balls. As if they weren’t properly drained last night.

I wrapped my arms around Cal and pulled him closer, his cock digging into my leg.

“God, you are so annoying, trying to shut me up with a kiss,” I growled.

I pushed him backward until he was up against a smooth rock worn down by erosion. Cal reared his head back, his eyes ablaze. I rubbed my nose in his beard and smelled his natural scent and the smoky flavor of the woods. He growled into my ear as our cocks sword-fought underwater. Cal lifted his leg to rest on my hip, letting my cock graze against his hole, sending me into another fit of pleasure. I reached a hand under the water and let my finger slide against his opening. Cal cried in pleasure against my lips.

“You taste so good. You feel so good,” I said.

“I’ve never been complimented so much for not showering.”

My mouth hovered over his as my fingers went to work.

“You keep this up, you’re gonna make me come,” he said, a taunt.

“Promise?” Our tongues intertwined in a hungry heat.

The promise of ass exploration came to an abrupt end when we heard the crunching of leaves in the distance and then a few seconds later, “Dad?”

That was the curse and benefit of kids. They only had one volume: loud. In this case, it gave us a chance to prepare.

“Shit,” he whispered.

I covered his mouth with my hand, which was really hot for both of us, but we’d have to table that.

“What do we do?” he whispered. I surveyed the scene lightning-fast. That was the benefit of having a multi-decade career in operations: I knew how to assess situations quickly. My clothes were on the other side of the boulder. Cal’s were off by the entrance of the clearing. Because I made him undress for me. Fuck, was that hot.

Focus!

The sounds of stomping feet came closer. There were multiple feet. They weren’t heeding my previous advice about being quiet while walking in the woods so as not to arouse suspicion of larger animals and upset the ecosystem too much. In this case again, another benefit.

I kept my hand clamped over Cal’s mouth, resisting the heat of his lips and beard bristling my palm. “I’m gonna sneak out and get dressed.”

“What about me?”

“You just tell them you’re swimming. We don’t want them to see both of us in here, right?”

Before he could complain or second-guess, I hopped out of the water and snuck behind the boulder just as the scouts emerged from the trees.

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