Sitting back on my haunches, I fist his dick, the slit glistening with pre-cum. I run the flat of my tongue against the tip, gathering it all up, my mouth watering at the saltiness. Nodding toward the left, I tell him, “Turn off that lamp.”
He does, the whole camper cloaked in darkness, the only light shining in through the blinds from the moonlight. It takes my eyes a moment to adjust, but when they do, I notice he’s watching me intently, the way I’m stroking him slowly. I make sure to keep my eyes locked with his as I lean forward, closing my mouth around the crown and twirling my tongue around. He groans softly, hands fisting at his sides. With my mouth open, tongue sticking out, I let the underside of his shaft drag along the wet muscle a few times, watching as he tries to maintain his composure.
Cope mumbles something unintelligible in his sleep, and Sterling’s eyes go huge as he tries to step back. The space between the bunk beds is only so wide, though, so it’s easy to follow him. His back collides with the top bunk behind him as I use this opportunity to swallow him down. The flared head touches the back of my throat, which constricts around him as I gag. The sound that comes from him should be criminal, and it’s loud enough that I can hear Cope start to stir.
Ain’t no fucking way.
“You need to fucking be quiet,” I hiss.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers.
Sterling then slaps a hand over his mouth—which also isn’t quiet—as he whimpers when I start bobbing up and down on his length. His free hand comes to my shoulder, gently nudging it like he isn’t sure if he wants me to keep going or stop.
Some more stirring comes from the front of the camper. It’s so quiet in here, you could hear a pin drop. Sterling must notice the stirring this time, because he shoves a little harder on my shoulder.
“Shooter, we need to stop. He’s going to wake up.”
I hum around his length, really diving in and giving it my all, needing him to come down my throat before we’re caught. Cope hasneverwoken up before while I was hooking up with somebody, and of fucking course, he’d pick now to rouse and be a light sleeper. The head of his bed sits in a way that he wouldn’t be able to see down the hall toward our room unless he sat up and really focused, especially in the dark, but I’d rather not risk it.
“Shooter,” Sterling growls, and if my mouth wasn’t currently stuffed full, I’d laugh at the way it trails off into a whispered moan when I take him deep in my throat again.
A groan sounds from the front of the camper, Sterling going stock-still. “You guys awake?” Cope asks.
I roll my eyes, but don’t stop. Glancing up at Sterling, he’s watching me, a horrified look on his face. I pull off enough to whisper as hushed as possible, “Better answer him,” before I’m swallowing him down again.
“Uh…” Sterling clears his throat, his fingernails digging into my shoulder painfully. That’ll leave a mark. “Y-yeah, I am. Shooter is, ahh—asleep already.”
It’s silent for a moment, and then, “Go to fucking sleep, dude. It’s like…late o’clock.”
I can’t help the little snicker of a laugh that comes out around Sterling’s dick, and based on the scowl etched onto his face, I’dsay he doesn’t find it nearly as funny as I do. But based on the way his dick is dripping onto my tongue like a faucet, it’s clear he doesn’t exactly want me to stop either.
Reaching up, I cup his balls, toying with them for a moment as my mouth resumes work on his dick. I trail from his balls to his smooth taint. He sucks in a gulp of air as my fingers work circles gently into the area, eliciting another soft moan and a delicious drop of pre-cum onto my tongue. He’s close, I know it.
I’m proven correct when my fingers sink back a little farther, circling around his puckered hole, not trying to get inside, just massaging, and he spills his release down my throat. Both hands are on my shoulders now, gripping tight as he does his best to remain silent. Spoiler alert: he isn’t successful. Thankfully, we haven’t heard any more from Cope, so he’s hopefully, maybe, possibly back to sleep.
I suck him until the last drop comes out, and then go a little longer, swallowing down everything he gives me. When I take him out of my mouth, I sit back and glance up at him. He’s out of breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Sterling drags a hand through his hair, looking both exhausted and frazzled as fuck.
Standing up, I adjust myself. I’m painfully hard, but we don’t have time to take care ofthatissue without risking Cope waking up for real. Sterling bends down, pulling up only his briefs before stepping out of his jeans. His gaze jerks in my direction, and he looks… awkward. Like he isn’t quite sure what to do from here.
Huffing out a laugh, I teasingly tap the palm of my hand against his cheek. “Goodnight, Addams.”
His brows furrow. “Wha—I mean, don’t you…” Without finishing his sentence, he indicates with his hand toward my crotch. “You know.”
I shake my head. “Nah, it’s cool. We don’t wanna wake him up.”
“You’re sure?”
No.There’s nothing more that I want than for him to choke on my dick right now, but that’s not fucking possible.
“Yes. Now, go to sleep.”
13
Sterling Addams
It’s bright as fuck this morning, the sun beating down, not a damn cloud in the sky. It’s no later than eight, but I can already tell it’s going to be a warm day. Well, warm for early spring in Colorado. It smells earthy and fresh out here, and there’re birds chirping in the distance. A happy energy flits around the campsite too.
And then there’s me…preferring to dig my head in the sand and hide from everybody. Colt’s making bacon and eggs for us all on the grill while I’m cutting up some fresh fruit that we picked up from the market yesterday, a few miles from the campsite. Shooter went with Boone to get coffee for everyone, so I thankfully haven’t had to face him after what happened last night. I still don’t know how I feel about it.
