Page 42 of The Nook for Brooks
“I’m like a boy scout,” he smirked. “I always come prepared.”
“I think this is a case of preparing to come,” I grinned.
He laughed. “That too.” Then he kissed me again.
When our lips parted once more, he positioned me so I was straddling him now.
I could feel the heat of his hardened cock beneath my ass.
My own dick stood stiff and throbbing over his stomach.
He panted as he stared at it, biting open the condom wrapper and quickly rolling it down over his cock. He popped open the lube and lathered his shaft, then I groaned as I felt it…
One cool lubed finger…
Then two…
Sliding gently into my passage, massaging me open, keen to have me, to make me his.
My breath caught as I felt the swollen head of his dick push between my ass cheeks.
I inhaled sharply, and then—
He was inside me.
He moaned and his eyelids fluttered as my ass enveloped him.
With one lubed hand, he took my own throbbing dick in his fist.
Slowly he stroked me as I began to slide up and down his shaft, groaning every time I sank my ass to his hips.
He moved inside me with reverence, every thrust measured. I clung to him, nails raking lightly down his chest as the rhythm built, faster, harder.
I came undone first, a rush of release spilling hot across his stomach and chest as I groaned his name.
He followed seconds later, hips jerking, cock pulsing inside me, teeth biting down hard on his bottom lip as he came.
Panting, we let the last of our cum spill, before I collapsed back against his chest, feeling him soften inside me.
Afterwards, he held me close, our bodies slick, our hearts still racing.
The forest outside had gone quiet, as if even the night itself had stilled in the aftermath of our lovemaking.
“You all right?” he asked softly, brushing my hair from my forehead.
I nodded, pressing my face into his chest. “I’m more than all right,” I said. “I’m with you.”
I woke with a start.
The tent was dark, the fire outside reduced to little more than glowing embers, and the forest had fallen into a silence socomplete it pressed against my ears. My heart gave a jolt when I reached out and found only an empty sleeping bag beside me.
Cody was gone.
Panic seized me instantly. I sat bolt upright, clutching at the sleeping bag, my breath loud in the stillness. I told myself he’d gone for water, or to check on something outside, or—heaven forbid—to relieve himself. But all I could feel was the hollow space where his warmth had been.
That’s when I heard it.
A sound drifting through the night air.
