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It was fine there, for those who were into it. I walked past orgasming subs on the main floor on my way to the little room where things were entirely different. But out here? In the bigger world? We could be breaking the law. I opened my mouth to argue then snapped it closed. Why was I fighting doing something I really wanted to in a situation where risk was almost nil. “Come here, Quill.” I tugged him up my body until we were lying face-to-face. “Sometimes a daddy can be a little square.”
“Just the use of that word confirms it.” He grinned, but I couldn’t argue when he was right.
“I have other good qualities.” Cupping the back of his head, I kissed him then went to the work of undressing him. And me. Then realized something. “Lube.”
“I have some in my bag just inside.” Quill scrambled off me and returned with a tube. “I have condoms too, but I’ve tested clean, and it’s been a while since anyone…you know.”
“Me too.”
He handed me the lube and I twisted the cap off and coated my cock before seating him on my lap, leaning forward, and spent all the time it took to make sure he was ready for me, inserting one finger then two, the tightness telling me he had not only not been with anyone lately but probably not often before that.
Scissoring my fingers, I stretched him until he whimpered. “Please, I need your cock.” He sat up straight and I helped him turn to face me, wanting to watch his expression while I lowered him onto my cock.
Even after all the lube, he was tight, so tight I paused, letting him adjust until he ground against me, groaning, and then I rolled, tucking him underneath me on the chair and drove deep, again and again, shifting the angle again to make sure he got the most pleasure possible before the inevitable happened. Which wasn’t going to take long.
Being outside made it better somehow. Exhibitionist but not. Safe but a little thrilling. And so, so good. “Quill, are you close?”
“I-I’m so…I’m going to come.” He clamped his hand around his shaft, gave three jerks, and sprayed both our torsos with cum, the salty scent and flailing hips setting me off as well. Shuddering, I let loose, holding him tightly to me as I filled his hole with cum.
We held one another for a long time in the moonlight before the cool evening air drove us into the dome. He had a look at it before we went out, but I took pleasure in leading him into the shower where we washed one another, kissed, hugged, and got messy all over again. At this rate, we’d never be clean, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
The walls set onsee out but not in, we settled in the big bed to snuggle and talk until once again passions rose and we learned more about one another in different and sensual ways.
Chapter Fifteen
Quill
I woke hours before it was time to get up. Daddy’s arm was wrapped around me, our bodies snuggled together, both of us using such a small part of the huge bed, and I loved it that way. Being his little spoon as he peacefully slept… Unlike the night before, I wasn’t waking up because my back hurt or because I felt something crawl across me. I didn’t wanna—I didn’t wanna miss a second of this. I lay there in his embrace, listening to his soft breathing, enjoying his warmth against me, wondering if this was all a dream.
Going from a little evening at Chained to a camping trip to now being in this magical dome that felt like a world away from everyone else—how could it be real? But, somehow, it was. I was a realist. Just because we were enjoying this quiet time away from society to the fullest didn’t mean we had a future. But the possibility was there, and that was enough to have me floating.
Maybe when all was said and done, we would find out that outside of this quiet pocket that was just ours—that was part of this larger group all wanting the same thing for a short period of time—maybe we didn’t have much to go on. Maybe I was overthinking everything just like I always did. Instead, I just needed to enjoy this time together. Enjoy the rest of our weekend. I closed my eyes, snuggling in a little bit closer.
Feeling his breath on my shoulder, I sank back into sleep, not waking up again until the sun was rising and Daddy G was rolling out of bed.
“Don’t go,” I said, not even pretending to be quiet or cool.
“I’m not going-going. I’ll be right back.” And he did come back a few minutes later.
I snuggled against his chest. “Ten more minutes, please.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “We can sleep through breakfast, but we have commitments,” he reminded me.
We had both signed up for activities, and not showing up might result in people looking for us—and given that we were the only ones in the dome, that looking for us would turn to worry.
“Fine, but we’re definitely skipping breakfast,” I said, wrapping my leg over his, holding him to me.
I didn’t return to sleep, just enjoyed this quiet, peaceful time—the two of us in our little oasis. But eventually, I couldn’t stay in there any longer, needing to get up and head to the bathroom.
“I’ll be back.” I kissed his chest and climbed out of bed.
“I’m gonna go make breakfast, then.”
I hadn’t thought about the fact that we could do that here. It wasn’t like the tent, where we had to make sure nothing that could attract bears existed. When I came out, he had bowls of oatmeal along with berries, milk, brown sugar, and butter.
“These were the only toppings I could find,” he explained.
“It’s perfect.” I took a hunk of butter and some brown sugar and watched as the butter melted and formed a gooey syrup before stirring it in.
