“No,” she insisted, rising up on her knees. “You are to me. You’re my world, Linc. I trust you more than anyone.”
“Show me.”
She reached behind herself, unclasping her bra. It slipped from her shoulders, fully exposing her to me. I stared in awe at her tits. Full, round, with deep pink nipples that taunted me. My hand was shaking as I reached out, tracing one finger around her aureole, then stroked her nipple with my thumb. When she moaned and arched her back, I bent forward and took it in my mouth. She gasped, burying her fingers in my hair as I sucked and kissed, groaning at the taste and feel of her. Sunshine, summer heat, and my girl.
In seconds, she was under me on my narrow bed. I licked and sucked, held her full tits in my hands, squeezed and stroked. They were even better than I imagined. Sunny moaned softly, arched, and breathed my name. She tugged on my T-shirt, and without asking, I sat up and tore it off, flinging it somewhere behind me.
She traced my torso, her fingers lingering on my abs. “You’re so cut,” she murmured. “So sexy.”
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I looked down, liking how her hand looked against the darker skin on my body. All the manual labor I was doing was making me strong. Fit. In better shape than the gym ever did for me. I wondered at times when I saw myself if I would be able to fight back now. If my father would realize his fists no longer had the power they once did.
If I could break the cycle.
If he didn’t have the ability to physically hurt, I could claim my life as my own. I could live with his nasty words, since I didn’t care about his opinion.
Buoyed by the thoughts, I kissed Sunny. “I have other hard things, too.”
She hummed, running her hand over the bulge in my shorts. “Can I see too?”
I swallowed. “God, yes.”
I lay down, lifting my hips and yanking down my shorts. My cock sprang free, hard and already leaking precome. She traced one finger down my length, making me shiver.
“I’ve never seen one before,” she admitted.
A flash of possessiveness went through me. “Mine is the only one you’ll ever see.”
She grinned, a tiny dimple showing beside her eye. “Is that so? I guess I had better get acquainted with him.”
Then she took me in her mouth.
I was on a high the next day, my smile never leaving my face. I’d had my first blow job. I thought it was amazing—the feel of her mouth and hands on me. The way her lips wrapped around my dick was a sight I would never forget. I came far too fast, but she assured me it meant she did a good job. I planned on making it last longer next time. It felt too good to let go that quick, but she’d shocked me, and the sensations were overwhelming. She let me use my fingers to make her come afterward, but I was determined to reciprocate as soon as I could. The horn announcing all counselors had to be in their bunks for bed check had put a stop to our experimenting.
I lifted some bales of hay around the fire pit, shifting and arranging them for tonight’s cook-out and songfest. The kids loved it and I had to admit that although I was too old to be part of a sing-along, I did hum a little under my breath.
“Hey, kid.”
I turned to see Gerry approaching. “Hey,” I replied.
“I need to send you to Dalewood.”
I brushed off my hands. Dalewood was a large town about ten miles away from the camp in the other direction. “Okay.”
“The delivery truck broke down, so the missus needs her orders picked up.” He clapped me on the shoulder. “You can take the camp van and someone to help you.”
“I’m good.”
He grinned. “I thought a pretty strawberry-blond girl in the kitchen might enjoy a drive and lunch out.”
Just like that, my day got even better.
“Yeah, maybe I could do with some help.”
He laughed. “Thought so. Sam will finish this. You shower and head to the kitchen. Cindy will give you all the instructions.”
“Done.”