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But I’m not scared. I’m fucking needy and horny and. . . “I need your mouth on me now, Ryder.Please.”
He peers up at me between his golden brown curls, giving me a sexy wink before trailing soft, teasing kisses down my torso until he gets to my leaking cock.
I’m so rock hard, my tip angry and red. One suck and I’ll probably explode in his mouth.
“It’s not gonna take long,” I warn, and fuck, I feel like I’m always telling him that. I need to work on my stamina.
He gives me a cocky little smirk before he licks a long stripe from my balls to my tip, sucking on the end.
Hard.
“Oh, fuck!” It’s almosttoomuch. The sensations are almost too strong. But I force myself to lie there and take it.
My hips start to buck wildly into Ryder’s mouth. He pops off, holding me down with both hands, the pressure and restraint turning me on even more. My cock pulses with desire.
“Stay still and be quiet while I blow you, baby. We can’t make a mess. We’re too far from the bathroom. I’m gonna suck every last drop of cum from your cock and swallow it down. All of it.”
He keeps both hands on my bare hips, pressing me down into the ground while he deep throats my entire length, pulling back to lick down to my sac.
I can’t move, but my body is trying to squirm, the feeling turning me on even more. The next time Ryder takes my entire length into his warm, wet mouth, I detonate without warning.
He chokes on my cum, not expecting an unwarned volcanic eruption down his throat. Jizz dribbles out his mouth, down his chin, and plops onto me, making a mess.
Whoops.
A raspy-sounding laugh bursts out of me, its rough edges tickling my throat for the second time in hours.
Ryder’s eyes open wide, blinking slowly. And then a slow grin tugs at his full lips before he leans forward to clean me up with his mouth. He swipes his tongue across my body, licking every drop of cum from me, making me shiver.
“My turn,” I declare, giving him a devilish smile. I’m not sure what’s come over me, maybe it’s all the fresh air, but I’m feeling good. Feeling happy, maybe. And I haven’t even broken out the weed stashed in my backpack. I’m hoping it’s a sign of a good weekend to come.
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
RYDER
Cole and Jamie arrived shortly after we got settled, claiming the closest campsite to ours. They don’t have a fire pit, but they have a nice wooden table with four sawed-off stumps for seats and a charcoal grill. We can cook dinner over there and roast marshmallows over here.
After setting up the tents, we all meet with Dale and his Camp Dakota counselors-in-training—Mindy and Sam—by the big number one marked on the map.
“I have some unfortunate news,” Dale says with a sigh, and my hackles rise. I glance at Jamie, a bad feeling settling in my gut.
“Bryant, my fellow Camp Dakota counselor, has been taken out by a nasty case of food poisoning. He won’t be able to camp with and coach the Jaguars.”
“What does that mean?” I ask because he just needs to spit it out.
“Mindy and Sam aren’t old enough to be full-fledged counselors, nor do they have the proper training and certifications. I cannot allow them to work with the public school alone. I’m going to have to manage my time and both schools.”
I groan and scrub a hand down my face because Dale has lost touch with reality if he thinks this will work, or maybe he doesn’t even know about the pranks.
It isn’t long before the rest of my team and the Jaguars show up, forcing Dale to repeat his unfortunate news. After another debate and a lot of bitching, we all decide to do the exercises and move on with our weekend.
If only things were ever that easy.
The first challenge is a team obstacle course in the forest. Even though we aren’t competing with them, we beat the Jaguars; not only can they not get along with us, they can’t even get along with each other. They argued non-stop; we could hear them from the ground. I’m sure it was justified, but Dustin was shoved off twice.
Number two on the map is a classic game of tug of war. Although with this many giant teenagers, it got a little rough. Seth and I faced off in the lead spot on opposite sides of the mud pit. It was only appropriate for the team captains to take the brunt of the loss on this one.
They need more than one weekend away at trust camp to fix their team issues. And really, it’s too late anyway. There’s one game left. It was always going to be a pipe dream for them. And maybe even for us.
