Page 7 of Last Summer
“Fuck! Fuck! I’m gonna—“ Chris shouts before his hips stutter and he comes with a loud groan. I hold Sarah firmly in place, forcing her to swallow his release. She chokes causing cum to spew from the corners of her mouth.
Once Chris is finally done, I release my hold on Sarah and we all take a step back. She falls to all fours, heaving in breaths as she kneels in the dirt. In the light of the fire she looks wild and beautiful.
This is going to be a fun weekend.
Chapter four
JENNIFER’S BODY
LUCY
SundayMorning
“The internet’s up and running?” I ask Danica as I check my fit. This domme bodysuit is sexy as fuck but also prone to some nip slips.
“Yeah, it seems to be good to go,” she states as she stands back up and dusts herself off.
She’s wearing the sweetest little thing I’ve ever seen. Her brown hair is braided into two loose pigtails on either side of her head. Her top is a white teddy with a frilly lace border. It’s nearly translucent, allowing me to get a glimpse of her dusty pink nipples beneath. Her supple ass jiggles enticingly around her matching white thong as she walks across the open expanse of the yurt to check the cameras. Shit, she looks good. I can’t wait to fuck this girl.
I’ll take pussy or dick, I’m not picky. I care more about the person and less what they are or aren’t. I’ve never really been big on labels. I’m just who I am, and I like who I like. Not sure why it needs to be more complicated than that.And right now, what I want, badly, is this sweet little thing who’s bending overand flashing me a small glimpse of her pretty pussy sneaking out from the sides of her chaste white thong. Damn, she looks good enough to eat.
Don’t mind if I do.
“Alright, it’s up,” Danica says before taking a step back and bringing a finger to her face. She places the tip of her digit in between her lips and sucks on it seductively. I watch us reflected back from the laptop screen, the camera is angled to capture the two of us and the couch behind. On the right edge of the screen is a chat box where screen names are starting to appear. At the top is a box telling us how much we’ve made from the session. So far we’ve just earned a small amount from the few people who have entered the stream.
Streaming was my idea. We needed something to calm our nerves after the truck nearly ran us over last night. It was just a freak accident, but still, it scared the hell out of us. I saw Danica’s face. She looked terrified. I figured we could both use something to take our minds off of it and as fun as playing with Sarah was, it seemed like Danica and I both needed more.
I look over at Danica and she looks nervous. Walking towards her, I swear I see something shift between the trees out the window. That gnawing sensation that we are being watched grows.
And no amount of alcohol has been able to tune out the little voice in my head that screams something is wrong. But I push it down, because we are here to stream and make money.That’s the deal.That’s why I spent the money that I didn’t fucking have to get here.
But if we freak out now, it’s all over.
“Hey,” I say as I gently cup Danica's chin, tilting her head so she can look at me. “You with me?”
She dips her chin slowly. “Yeah… It’s just what Julie said. About the brakes.”
Her arms continue to wrap tighter around herself, and if she continues, we are gonna lose her.
And I’m not about to let that happen. Danica needed to be here—in the now, not back in the past… Not back in last night. “Look at me, D. You’re good.” I look at her, caressing her cheek with my thumb. “We are good.”
Are we?
Fuck if I know. But it sounds good.
My family always told me to trust my instincts, and deep inside, something feels off. I don’t know what it is, but something just doesn’t feel right. I’m sure, though, that it’s just my mind playing tricks on me. It’s not like the woods are filled with masked serial killers.
“You wanna stream?” I ask Danica.
“Stream.” She lets out a breath before gently pulling away. “ I forgot all about it.” Grabbing her waist, I pull her into me.
“That’s what I’m here for, baby—to remind you. So what do you say we do some streaming to get your mind out of the dark.”
She smiles wide—the tension rolls off her.
Good girl.
I hold up the bottle of Fireball and take a nice long pull—feeling the instant burn in my chest before I pull away and nudge my head towards the couch. “Ladies first.”
