Page 27 of It Starts With Summer

“I can work with that.But it’d feel even better bare.I’m leaking enough pre-cum to make us both wet.”

He lifted his head and looked around, then must have decided we were alone enough to yank our shorts down around our hips, then return to the kiss with our bare cocks touching, our slick pre-cum easing the friction between us.I’d once told a college boyfriend that frotting was juvenile and not that fun, but the way Ravi moved his body against mine was so delicious that I couldn't get enough.

I couldn’t explain it, couldn’t tell if he was moving differently, rolling his hips with the same athletic grace he had when I was watching him practice kung fu, or if his body just fit mine in some kind of perfect way.We were both wet, leaking so much, both pressed against each other with a rough kind of desperation.I wanted to crawl inside his body, to touch him everywhere, to become a part of him.

Maybe I wasn’t magic, maybe we were magic together.

He came first, his cock swelling against mine, then spilling cum along my shaft in a warm rush that made me groan, and he kept moving against me, driving me wild with the slick mess he was making of my cock, my hips, and my stomach.I grabbed his ass and rutted against him, whispering his name as my orgasm overtook me.

And then we lay there, panting, his fingers still digging into my ass.

“Fuck.”I nuzzled his neck, still breathing hard.“Either this is going to be a fun three days, or we’re going to get caught half-naked on the beach and get fired.”

He glanced around, looking a little stunned, then leaped to his feet and pulled me up out of the sand.“Maybe we’d better stay in the cabin?”

“Let’s go to the kitchen first and find some food.We’ll get breakfast, too, then we can hole up in the cabin for a while.”

He beamed at me.“A very long while.”

thirteen

Ravi

Asalways,Iwokewith the sunrise.The cabin’s flimsy curtains did little to protect us from the bright, high-altitude sun reflecting off the lake outside.But for once, despite the cabin’s lack of heating, I felt warm and comfortable.

I opened my eyes, blinking away the last remnants of sleep.As my foggy mind cleared, I realized that the source of the warmth was Parker.His bare body sprawled across mine, his head and a heavy arm over my stomach, and a thickly muscled leg thrown over my thighs.We’d been fooling around for a while before drifting off to sleep in his bed, and we were still naked.

I remembered drowsily telling him I was going back to my bed, and yet here I was, still in bed with him.On the bottom bunk, which was against my bunk bed rules.He had begged me to stay a little while longer, and I supposed I hadn’t been able to say no — I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to say no to Parker.I had this intense urge to make him happy.And I’d never left.

After growing up with five younger siblings, sharing beds usually brought back uncomfortable memories of sleepless nights on summer vacation, when my parents had tried to save money by stuffing us all into one hotel room.That wasn’t how it was with Parker at all.

Sleeping with Parker, even in this tiny camp bed, was a delight.I was warm and cozy, and I’d slept better than I had in a long time.But Parker had a way of breaking all my rules.

His weight on me felt more comforting than any weighted blanket—firm and snug and heavenly.His broad shoulders moved in time with his breathing and his heart beat against mine.As he shifted in his sleep, I worried he might roll away and end this delicious moment.When had this man become so important to me?

It didn’t matter.All that mattered was keeping him close and extending this moment.With utmost care, I wrapped my arms around Parker’s sleeping form, not wanting to wake him just yet.The contours of his muscles felt smooth and firm beneath my fingertips, and there was something comforting about the texture of his bare skin.Some textures and touches made me uncomfortable, made my skin crawl, but others were so pleasant that I never wanted the touch to end.Parker’s firm muscles belonged in the pleasant category.If he allowed it, I could use his ass as my personal fidget toy.It had a nice squeezy feel.

Would he let me touch his ass for comfort?

Parker unconsciously relaxed into my touch, making a soft, pleased sound that caused my heart to swell.The emotions coursing through me—happiness, lust, and an overwhelming sense of connection to this man threw my usually organized and meticulous mind into disarray.But I was so captivated by him that it didn’t even bother me.

Lying there, I savored the closeness, and couldn’t help but reflect on how Parker was unlike any woman I’d ever been with.There was a vulnerability about him, yet beneath his rakishness lay a strength that magnetized me.On the surface, it seemed as if he’d had an easy life; though there was something that made me realize that must not be true.

Parker stirred, and I began to massage him, wishing this peaceful moment would never end.His skin felt smooth and his muscles were thick and firm under my fingertips: it was calming and delightful at the same time.I moved my hand down to his bottom, enjoying its roundness and hardness.Touching him like this filled me with exhilaration and positive emotions as I listened to his pleased sounds.

Parker’s cock hardened against my thigh.My body responded, my cock swelling as full and as thick as his.

It was then that Parker’s eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with a sleepy curiosity.Mischief danced across his features, and I smiled in response.He shifted, and I felt the full length of him against my leg, and my breath hitched.The intensity of our connection was electrifying; even now, I couldn't believe this was happening between us.

“Good morning,” Parker purred, his voice deep and sexy as he pressed his hips forward.“You stayed.I thought you needed your space.”

“I realized I like this better than space.”My voice was rough, sounding foreign to my ears.As I looked down at his handsome face, I thought about how having a boyfriend at camp was going to be.Then I wondered if I could call him my boyfriend yet.

“Mm, I can tell you like it.”Parker’s hand slid down my body, teasing and massaging my muscles.

“I was groping you,” I said, suddenly aware of where my hand was, but still unwilling to remove it from his juicy ass without his explicit instruction.

“Rav, we’re naked in bed together.You’re welcome to touch my body any way you like.Besides, I like your hand on my ass,” he murmured.

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