“Top or bottom first?” I ask, needing him in any way I can get him.
Guiding us over to the bed, he shoves me down before blanketing my body with his. “I wanna fuck you first, but I don’t want to come until you’re inside of me.”
My blood heats insurmountably at that, and all I can do is nod and watch him as he positions himself between my spread thighs, grabs the bottle of lube from underneath his pillow—and I snigger thinking of him stashing it under there in preparation for tonight—immediately getting to work stretching me. Despite the music still filtering out through Cope’s phone, the noises at the other end of the camper get progressively louder the longer we’re in here, and I won’t lie…it’s fucking hot. Knowing they’re getting off at the same time we are, neither of us able to see the other, but we sure can hear, is filthy.
Cope reaches for the foil packet he pulled out with the lube, but before he can rip it open, I reach for his hand and say, “Fuck me raw.”
Biting down on his bottom lip, he rakes his gaze over the length of my entire body. “You’re sure?”
“Um, yeah,” I reply with a chuckle. “I’ve been dying to feel you inside of me with no barrier.”
Not needing anymore encouragement, Cope tosses the unopened foil packet onto the bed before reaching for the lube. He coats his bare cock, rubbing the rest over my hole, before lining himself up. A shiver racks through my body as I feel the blunt tip of his head press against my entrance. Entering me slowly, he leans down over my body, hands resting beside my head on the pillow, and he holds my gaze as I feel every last inch of him split me open. The pressure is intense, the burn something I’ve come to crave from him. He’s so big, when he first gets inside of me, it always feels impossible.
Cope gives me a few minutes to adjust before he sits back and gets to work. After that initial stretch and burn dissipates, there’s nothing gentle about the way Cope handles me, and I fucking love it. With his hands pressed down on the backs of my thighs, he snaps his hips into my ass, the sound of sweaty, slapping skin fills the small space. At the same time, a very similar sound, paired with a very distinct moaning, comes from the other side of the camper.
I can’t help the smirk that grows on my face as my eyes find Cope’s. “Harder,” I bite out, fingers fisting the sheets beneath me.
Huffing out a sound between a laugh and a groan, Cope picks up the pace, fucking me hard and fast, grazing my prostate with every roll of his hips. My head throws back, neck pulled taut as I cry out from the immense amount of pleasure flooding my body right now. He’s relentless in his attack, my cock leaking a puddle onto my stomach the longer he fucks me.
I slap a hand over my mouth to try to keep quiet, the pleasure too fucking good, but Cope reaches down and rips my hand away before growling, “No. Let them hear you cry for me.”
“Holy fuck,” I gasp, chest heaving, sweat coating my body.
He’s got my thighs practically sitting on top of my chest as he pounds into me, his teeth bared and his eyes wild. He looks and sounds purely animalistic as he towers over me, cock thrusting into my hole. It’s so fucking good, and way too much. My release builds, sensation growing stronger and spreading through my entire body, and I know I need to put a stop to this before I come too soon.
“Stop, stop!” I rasp, pressing a palm to his slick chest and shoving him away.
The hard set of Cope’s brows as he pulls out of me tells me he was as close to combusting as I was, and something about that turns me on even more. Getting up onto my knees, I bring my gaze to Cope’s deep, bottomless eyes, cupping his cheek, and rubbing my thumb over his full bottom lip. I lean in, sealing my mouth to his as I lick into his mouth, savoring the flavor of him on my tongue.
Without ever breaking apart, I shift us until he’s lying flat on the bed and I’m between his legs. Blindly, I reach for—and successfully grab—the bottle of lube, flicking the top open, and pouring a glob onto my fingers. Even though he told me he already prepped earlier, I still want to work him open a little more before sticking my dick in him. The last thing I want to do is unknowingly hurt him, especially since he has to compete again tomorrow night.
Once I’m sure he’s good and stretched, I coat my length with the cool gel before lining up and slowly easing in. We both groan a sigh of relief and pleasure once I’m fully sheathed. His channel is hot and so fucking tight, it’s a fight to not come on the spot. My movements are slow at first. Long, deep thrusts, loving thefeel of Cope’s hole squeezing my cock. Relishing the feel of him surrounding me with no barrier.
Both of my hands go to the back of his head, cupping him as our bodies are nearly flush, hips rolling into him. At this angle, our faces are mere inches apart, and we’re breathing in the same air. It’s so much more intimate than it was a moment ago, especially with how strong our eye contact is, and it makes my chest crack wide open for him. The sheer strength of my feelings for Cope is staggering. It nearly knocks me on my ass constantly. It’s suffocating how deeply I care for him…but in the very best way.
Sex with Cope isn’t just about physical pleasure. It’s not just hot or amazing. It’s so much more than that. Sex with Cope feels like more than just our bodies are connecting. Like a piece of me that I wasn’t even aware was missing has been mended. It’s deep. Soulful. Pure, raw intimacy in its truest form. It’s something I didn’t even know existed before him. The way we fit together, physically and emotionally. It’s the way he looks at me like I hold all the answers. The trust we put into each other.
I can’t fully describe it, but it takes my breath away. It brings tears to my eyes. It’severything.He’s everything.
The intensity of this moment has the air around us thick and heady, and based on the faraway look in his eyes, I know Cope feels it too. Our bodies are slick and hot, and I’m teetering so close to the edge, I know neither of us will last much longer. He reaches a hand between us, wrapping around his hard length, pumping his fist to the same rhythm I’m fucking him with. Our movements are sensual and meaningful, and it feels like our bodies are saying worlds more than our mouths can right now.
“Cope…” I breathe against his parted lips.
His brows scrunch and he nods, desire and somethingmoreswimming in his gaze, as if he understands everything I’m notsaying. “I’m close,” he croaks, teeth chomping down on his full bottom lip.
“Me too.”
Pressure builds and spreads from my lower back, coiling around the base of my spine, and swimming through my veins. It’s a heated rush, an earth-shattering throb burrowing deep in my balls, and as Cope lets go, a cry falling from his lips as his beautiful big cock explodes, his ass squeezes the life out of my dick, sending me crashing into my own release. As soon as my orgasm hits, I seal my lips to his, kissing him like my life depends on it—and in this moment, it feels like it does.
My body is boneless by the time I finish. I collapse on top of Cope, not even bothering to pull out of him, as we both catch our breath. The smell of sweat and sex hangs in the air, and the realization that Shooter and Sterling are still in here and heard all of that comes back to me, and I bust up laughing, my face buried in Cope’s neck.
“What the hell is so funny?” he asks groggily. I’m sure he’s feeling just as exhausted, if not more, than I am.
“I can’t believe we just did that with them in here.”
Cope chuckles, the sound vibrating from his body into mine as his chest shakes. “Hey, you guys done?” he booms, loud enough to be heard across the camper.
“Yup!” Shooter replies cheerfully. “Bravo performance, you two.”
