“Is it too early to have you take me to bed?” I hum against his lips.
Chuckling, Cope pulls back and says, “I thought you’d never ask, city boy. Let’s go.”
He stands from the folding chair he was sitting in, holding out his hand for me. His palm is warm and rough as I slip mine into his grip and let him pull me into a stand. With a quick glance around the fire, I note that everybody is occupied and paying us no mind. Not that I really care one way or the other.
I’m fucking my man tonight, whether they’re aware of it or not.
Cope and I practically sprint to the camper, ripping open the door once we reach it, and as soon as we’re both inside the dark space, our bodies collide and our lips fuse together. My hands fly to his face, his to my hips, as he pulls me flush against him. A groan rips from my throat as I taste his desperation. I’ll never get tired of how unabashed and open Cope is with his need for me.
Fingers finding the hem of my shirt, he rips his lips from mine long enough to yank the shirt over my head. As soon as I’m free of the material, I reach for his and do the same. Right before we’re about to resume the making out, a gasp that doesn’t belong to either of us sounds inside the otherwise quiet camper. My head turns, eyes flying in that direction. There’s a blanket or a sheet—I can’t tell with how dark it is in here—hung up toward the back of the camper, and the sounddefinitelycame from back there.
I glance back to Cope questioningly, and he just smirks. “Hi, Shooter. Hi, Sterling,” he calls out.
My eyes widen as I hear Shooter’s distinct chuckle. “Sup, fucker.”
Then I hear a much quieter Sterling. “Oh, my God.”
Cope sniggers before taking my hand to lead me over to the front where his quote-unquote room is at. Staying rooted in place, I hiss, “What are you doing?”
He throws me a confused look over his shoulder. “Uh, taking you to bed?”
“Cope, we are interrupting them clearly trying to hook up. We cannot stay in here.”
Cope snorts, continuing to lead me into his room. As soon as we’re in there, he slides the little makeshift curtain over the door area, giving us a sense of privacy. Pulling out his phone, he unlocks it, and a moment later, music filters through the small speaker. He pulls my body into his, nuzzling his nose into my neck. Goosebumps bloom over my skin as I hear—and feel—him inhale deeply.
“There, music to drown them out. They don’t fucking care that we’re here,” he mumbles against my flesh before pressing a hot kiss down on my throat. “This is not the first time I’ve been in this camper while they hook up.”
I pull back, arousal shooting through my core. “Have you ever…you know,” I ask, making a jacking off motion with my hand.
Cope’s head falls back onto his shoulders as he laughs. “No, perv. I haven’t jacked off to my friends fucking before.”
Waggling my brows, I say, “But you’ve wanted to, huh?”
He growls, wrapping his palm around the back of my neck and hauling me into him. “I plead the fifth, city boy. Now shut up and let me touch you already.”
Our lips collide with blistering heat, tongues slashing together in a fight for control, our hands coming down to our pants, seeing who can get the other naked the fastest. Of course, because I’m not wearing an obnoxiously large belt buckle, Cope gets my pants undone before I can get his, and he gladly shoves them down my legs, dropping to his knees before I even have a chance to push his down.
My cock, which is already hard and throbbing, bobs as soon as it’s freed from my boxers, the cool air of the room sending a shiver down my spine. His hot, wet mouth closes around my tip in an instant, and I can’t help the moan that falls from my lips. It’s only been a week since we last hooked up—with him being home for the festival last week—but I swear, I’m insatiable when it comes to Cope. I can never get enough.
His tongue pokes underneath my foreskin, swirling around the sensitive crown in a way that has my eyes crossing. At some point, he figured out how much I love that, and I swear, now he does it just to make me squirm. A large, calloused palm cups my balls, rolling them in his grip as he takes more of my length into his mouth. My hands find his hair, threading through the strands, and gripping enough to guide him how I want.
“Fuck, Cope,” I hiss, peering down at him now that my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, watching in awe as he takes me down his throat. He looks fucking stunning like this, and I can’t get enough. He sucks me deep and hard and sloppy, spit dribbling down his chin, the sounds obscene, and as soon as he gets me right to the edge of exploding, he fully pulls away, and stands up. “You’re a dick,” I grumble, but the grin on my face gives me away.
Finally, he undoes his pants, shoving them and his boxers down, until I’m graced with his long, thick, veiny cock. I’ll never get tired of seeing this beast. It’s huge and sexy, and he most definitely knows what to do with it.
“Wanna fuck me tonight?” I ask, wrapping a fist around my aching dick and giving it a few pumps.
Cope grins, leaning in to press a row of kisses along my neck. “Actually, I was hoping we could take turns this time.” A bolt of pleasure rips through my body, landing in my balls. When he pulls back to meet my gaze, his arousal and how much he wants this radiates off of him. “I prepped in the shower,” he admits with a sultry little smirk.
God, that’s fucking hot.
“Did you now?” I purr, reaching down to take his hot, hard length in my palm.
He nods, groaning as I stroke him. “I thought of your cock filling me up instead of my fingers while I did it,” he admits.
“You like when I fill you up, don’t you, cowboy?”
He nods again, eyes glazed over.
