Unwanted Heat

“I hate wasting your seed like this,” she says, running her hand over her stomach, covering her tight, young body in my cum before bringing her wet fingers to her mouth, sucking my seed from them. My eyes are locked on her fingers as she slowly slides them out from between her pouty lips. “I wish this was all in my pussy, Matt.” She gives me a sinfully wicked grin. “And my ass.”

“Goddamn, Simone,” I groan, making her laugh. She runs her fingers over my cock one last time before I lower us back into the water and pull my trunks back up.

She runs her fingers over my shoulder. “Better not let Sara see that.”

I look down and see the bite mark she left on me. She giggles and gives me a quick kiss before swimming away. “I’ll see you back on the beach,” she yells at me. I watch her swim away, wondering how in the fuck I’m going to survive this trip.

By the time I make it to the shore, it’s almost fully dark. I’d taken my time, trying to get my cock to relax and for my moral compass to get back on track, but as soon as I see Simone, everything goes haywire again. She’s standing with a group of young adults around a blazing fire that someone started, and I remind myself that this is where she belongs, not with a man more than twice her age, but with guys in their early twenties who aren’t her best friend’s dad. It doesn’t make it any easier to watch, though.

When I see a young guy walk over to Simone and give her a leering smile, I turn away before I do something really stupid like run up and punch the smug grin right off his fucking face. I walk back to the campsite as visions of that motherfucker’s hands all over my girl’s body float through my head.

No! She’s not mine, I remind myself. I’m still standing with my hands clenched into fists when I hear footsteps behind me. When I turn and see Simone standing there looking so fucking sexy in her white bikini that I can barely stand it, I let out a groan and start to throw logs onto our small fire pit. I will miss on the task at hand and not on the fact that her nipples are still rock hard or on how damn sweet she’d tasted or how smooth her little pussy is. It doesn’t work, and by the time the fire is lit, I’m rock-fucking-hard again and grumpy as hell.

When she laughs, I scowl at her, making her laugh even harder. “This is a hell of your own making, Matt.” She steps closer and runs her eyes over me. “You could have me anytime you want me. It’s your stubborn ass that’s keeping us apart, just remember that.”

“I thought you’d be hanging down at the bonfire,” I say, hating that I sound like a jealous lover.

She smiles and reaches out to dance her fingers along my abs. “You have nothing to be jealous of. I told you I’ve saved everything for you.” She slides a finger under my waistband and smiles even wider when she feels the head of my cock. “Just don’t make me wait too long, Matt. I’m not sure I could handle it.”

I groan when she slides her fingers along my cock. “One more thing,” she says as if she’s just now thought of it, “we’ll be alone tonight. Sara is going to hang out with Brian and his friends, and I told her I’d cover for her. Looks like it’s just you and me, and I think I might be too scared to sleep alone tonight.” She gives me a wicked grin. “You don’t mind sharing a tent, do you?”

I’m not sure where I dig up the willpower, but I grab onto her wrist and pull her curious fingers off my cock. “I’ll make us supper,” I say. “You’re starving.”

She laughs and sits down on a log close to the fire, watching my every move as I grab some hotdogs and roasting sticks. When I sit beside her and hand her a stick, she scoots in closer so our bodies are touching. I smile because it’s impossible not to. As horny and eager as she is, there’s also an undeniable sweetness about her that gets me hard quicker than anything. How any woman can look sweet while also wearing the world’s tiniest bikini, I’ll never know, but Simone pulls it off easily.

When the hotdogs are cooked, we eat in comfortable silence while I try very hard to not think about what I wish I was stuffing her sweet mouth with. Every time I look at her, I remember how damn sexy she’d looked covered in my cum. Needing to keep myself busy, I dig out the s’mores ingredients and hand her a marshmallow. I watch her make one and bring the sugary monstrosity to her lips. She closes her eyes and moans in appreciation while I try my hardest to not bust a nut in my fucking pants like a teenager.

She looks over at me when she’s finished, and I laugh at the glob of chocolate above her lip. “What? Do I have chocolate on my face?” She tries to get it off and the sight of her glistening tongue running along her full lips has me letting out a groan. She smiles and leans in close to me. “Did I get it?”

I shake my head no and close the distance between us, running my tongue over the chocolate. She moans and grabs onto the back of my head, pulling me closer as she slides her tongue into my mouth. With the chocolate she just ate, she tastes even sweeter than before, and I’m suddenly starving again. I know I should stop, that this is all kinds of wrong, and that I’m doing exactly what I swore I wouldn’t, but, fuck, I can’t seem to stop myself.