Page 49 of Bad Boy
I thread my fingers through his silky tresses and pull his head down for a searing kiss, rolling us so I’m on top now. His legs automatically part for my hips, cradling them between his thighs. My gaze tracks his body, from his pale pink nipples begging for attention to the long, lean cock jutting straight out at me.
Fuck, this is so hot.
Reaching for the bedside table, I grab Linc’s glasses and the small bottle of lube I stashed there yesterday afternoon. “Here, Preppy. I want you to see what I’m about to do to you. To us.”
He slips his glasses on with a crooked smile, and I shove my underwear down. The lube is cool and wet when I squeeze a generous amount into my hand, settling myself between his legs once again. I lean down on one forearm and slot our dicks together, gripping tightly.
The sensation has us both groaning out loud. I silence him with a kiss while I continue to run my hand over both of our cocks in a somewhat exploratory way.
Linc pants and moans beneath me, wrapping his legs around my hips and thrusting with the movement of my hand. We both pick up our pace, rubbing against each other.
“Oh, holy fuck. I’m not gonna last, Preppy. Keep doing that.”
“Remi,” he whimpers, digging his heels into my ass as I jerk us harder, the wet slurps pushing me higher. I let more of my weight fall onto him as I lower myself enough to nip and bite at his earlobe. I start to twist my hand as we both fuck into it, and the feeling has my balls instantly drawing up. And it must for Linc, too, because not even two seconds later, he’s coming all over my hand and dick. I can feel his cock pulsing against mine, and I squeeze tighter, prolonging his orgasm and triggering my own. My grunts are muffled against his neck as I bite down, causing him to whimper. My release mixes with his, and our bodies become a sticky, cum-covered mess.
I roll off of him, breathing heavily, and hold my hand up between us. My entire palm glistens from the lube, and stringy cum drips from between my fingers. I glance to my left and smirk. Linc’s nose wrinkles in disgust, just like I thought it would.
“Who’s showering first?” I ask with a teasing lilt.
* * *
The trails are muddy after last night’s thunderstorm as we trudge our way to the campsite where we’re meeting the rest of the class. The crisp mountain air smells like damp earth and decomposing vegetation, and the thick mud makes a squelching sound under my hiking boots.
Lincoln says this is the central meeting point between the cabin rentals. There’s also a main lodge with a cafeteria where we’ll have meals, but I guess Dr. Benson wanted to meet outside first.
Linc and I are ten minutes early, per his insistence, and he strolls over to our teacher in his olive green L.L. Bean fleece and straight-fit gray cargo pants tucked into hiking boots.
My lip quirks because he looks cute. A little nerdy but cute, nonetheless. His hair is askew, the auburn strands hanging haphazardly over his forehead, adding to his innocent appeal.
I sit on one of the slightly damp, sawed-off logs acting as a bench. Six of them circle a fire pit that’s outlined with medium-sized stones. Looks like it could be fun. Add a little booze and some weed, and anywhere can be a good time.
Linc stiffly shakes hands with our teacher, and I snort. So fucking proper and polite. But the fact that he’s actually a freak in bed, and it’s just for me. . . Shit. My dick starts to harden. I adjust my jeans and stretch my legs out, watching him talk animatedly about. . . I don’t really know what, actually. Probably leaves or some shit.
A few minutes later, Lincoln wanders over and plops down next to me, dropping his backpack filled with supplies we might need for our project. Mine, of course, has drinks and snacks.
“You didn’t come say hi.” He frowns at me, not understanding myI don’t give a fuckattitude when it comes to anyone in a position of authority. He’s never been in trouble; he wouldn’t get it. When you’ve had adults telling you you’re bad your entire life, you start to believe it, and you get just about fucking sick of it.
“I’m sure he’ll call attendance. What else do you want me to do?” I ask with a little more bite than I mean, but if he expects me to be buddy-buddy with any of our teachers, we’ll have to agree to disagree. That is a hard pass for me.
“Okay, class!” Dr. Benson’s booming voice has Linc whipping his confused eyes forward to listen intently to whateverruleshe needs to give us.
“It’s good to see you all made it out. I’m going to do a quick roll call for formality’s sake.”
Dr. Benson gets through all twenty-something names relatively fast, and then he’s going over which trails we’re allowed to take and which ones to avoid. I see Lincoln taking frantic notes next to me, so I don’t bother. No point in both of us doing it.
“And lastly, I want all of you to team up with another pair to make a group of four. At least until we reconvene at lunch. More brains equal fewer chances of getting lost, mauled by a bear, or falling off an unseen cliff. And please, for the love of God, do not do any of those things, people. I really do like my job.” Linc titters next to me, along with all the girls, and I can’t help but snort a laugh, too.
“I’ll meet you all at the main lodge in five minutes,” Dr. Benson says. “If you can’t decide on groups, I’ll pick for you. But keep in mind, this is only for an afternoon. I really hope that you can peacefully coexist with any two of your peers for such a short amount of time. But alas, you are indeed teenagers, and I understand the turmoil that can come with it.” He gathers his things but then snaps his fingers several times. “Oh! And don’t forget to grab a can of bear spray from the basket on your way to breakfast!”
Bear spray?
What the fuck is that?
In less than thirty seconds, everyone has paired up, scurrying away to eat. Which now leaves us with exactly one option.
Connor and his meathead friend wander over, hovering above us while we sit perched on the log.
Fuck that.
