by Bella King
He groaned as my hand wrapped around his stick. This was what I would use to control his brain. Men thought with their cocks, and Bradly was no different. I looked into his eyes, my own dancing with amusement at how easy this was. I had him like putty in my hands, literally.
“We can be close, Bradly, but you need to be nicer to me,” I said, tugging on the soft skin of his very hard cock.
“I let you sleep in my tent,” he said, as though that constituted nicety after what he had done to my stuff. No, that was just common courtesy. I wanted much more than that.
“I’ve been thinking about how much I want you, but you’re not nice enough to me,” I said, honesty in my words. I did have sexual urges toward him that were impossible for me to deny. I wouldn’t be in his sleeping bag tugging on his erect penis if that weren’t the case.
Bradly’s voice was a deep rumble in his throat, driven to a primal state by the pleasure radiating from his groin. I worked magic on him with my hands, and it was already melting his mind. “Megan took your keys and made a copy of them, but I don’t know who she gave them to.”
So, he did now about this, and he definitely knew who she gave the keys to. If he knew some of the story, then he knew all of it. “Tell me the truth and I’ll make it worth your while,” I said in the most seductively sweet tone I could muster. I was turned on, so it wasn’t all that difficult.
“I can’t tell you,” he said.
I stopped stroking him, letting him feel what it was like without me. He wiggled uncomfortably in my hand, wanting the pleasure to continue. How cute. “Tell me,” I said, tugging on his cock a little.
“Why can’t we just enjoy ourselves here and forget about all this?” He suggested, and just like that, he turned the tables on me. He slipped his hand between my thighs and touched my wet pussy with his skilled fingers. After that, I melted for him and gave up everything I had wanted to do. The temptation to bed the hottest guy in Palm Valley was too strong to resist.
Chapter 17
If you want to make a bad decision, just find what feels the best and do that.
Bradly rolled over on top of me, his massive chest taking over my entire view. I marveled at his tattoos and the defined muscles under his skin as he rubbed his fingers between my legs. I was incredibly wet for him, and there was no way that I could turn back on what we were doing. To hell with Megan, I was going to enjoy this.
“Spread your legs,” Bradly demanded, pushing them apart with his large hand.
I obeyed him, running my hands all over his back and exploring the nooks and curves of his powerful physique. I would have liked to be cleaner for him, but that didn’t matter now. What we were doing consumed my senses, pushing me into a world that existed far beyond the dreadful town of Palm Valley, and stretched out into the furthest reaches of human experience.
I looked up at Bradly with starry eyes, unable to think about anything but the pleasure that was spreading through my body as he touched me. I felt as though I might climax from what he was doing with his two fingers even before he had the chance to push his thick cock inside of me.
Not so. Bradly had different plans. He took his hand away and my hips rose to search for him. I needed it badly, and I was bothered when he left my pussy without his skillful touch. No matter. It was replaced by his hot and hard cock.
He slid himself inside of me with just the tip at first. That was enough to make me gasp. He groaned in unison to my moan as he began to slide in deeper, stretching out the soft inner walls of my pussy. He stretched me until I felt like I have no more room to give him, and then he sunk in the rest of the way.
I yelped as he went in deep, covering my mouth to keep our fellow campers from hearing me. Nobody could know about the sins I was committing here with Bradly. I would never be able to live it down. The sleeping bag had been far enough to make me uncomfortable. This was the ultimate taboo.
“God, you feel so good, so tight,” Bradly whispered into my ear as he began to move his hips.
I met his words with another moan but kept the volume down the best that I could. It would be difficult for me not to wake the entire campground with the way he was moving inside of me. The faster he went, the more I wanted to scream in delight as loud as I could. It was an amazing and mind-blowing experience to have a man as attractive as Bradly balls deep inside of me.
My pussy was dripping my juices all over his cock, lubricating him for the final thrust where he would pump his semen deep into my willing body. I was all over him just as much as he was over me. I wrapped my hands around him, clinging to his wide torso like I might fall off the ride if I let go.
Bradly’s whispering and groans into my ear were driving me wild, giving me little goosebumps on my arms and legs, but not from the cold this time. I was piping hot and ready to cum for him, writhing and wiggling as I tried to ride out the pleasure without making too much noise.
It was no use. I began spasming with such force that I was certain the sound of my body moving and my heavy breathing alone were enough to wake up the whole campground. Add that to the loud moan that escaped my lips as I toppled over the edge of orgasm, escaping into a forgotten realm where only beauty and bliss existed.
Was I in heaven or hell? I was certain that it was heaven, but considering the consequences of what I was doing, I could be at the gates of hell, happily walking in without a damn care in the world. That was how all bad things started, with a bit of pleasure. This could easily turn into an addiction, slowly eating away at my will to oppose Megan.
My thoughts were washed away by yet another burst of pleasure as Bradly unloaded his semen inside of me, growling into my ear and gripping my hair as he pumped pure delight deep between my legs. His face was contorted in the most handsome expression of satisfaction as he shuddered and slowed down.
We were both so hot in the sleeping bag, that the moment we finished we had to unzip it and let the cool night air roll over our sweaty bodies. We lay panting in the tent, not sure if what we had done was the right thing or not, but certain that the pleasure we had gained from it was unbeatable. For me, at least, Bradly was the best I’d ever had. I hoped he felt the same about me.
I closed my eyes and found sleep easily. Sometime in the night, we returned to a zipped up sleeping bag, comfortable and warm laying cuddled up naked together. I almost considered staying there in the morning when the first glow of sunlight woke me from my sleep, but it was too bold even for me. I had to go before anyone knew about this.
So, I reluctantly put my dirty clothes back on, and left Bradly’s tent, leaving him sleeping peacefully alone again.
Chapter 18
The road back is always quicker.
Half of our camping group was hungover, including Betty, but I felt great. Not only did I get a good night’s sleep, but my body felt so relaxed after that explosive orgasm last night. I wanted to tell someone about it, but I had to keep it a secret. What a bummer.
Betty stumbled out of her tent, a large canister of water in her hand as I sat by the fresh fire that I had started before anyone else woke up. I was already grilling another two hotdogs on a stick, feeling just as cheerful as could be.
“Good morning,” I said to Betty as he slumped down beside me on a smooth rock.
“Fucking hell,” she said rubbing the crust from her eyes. “I don’t even remember last night.”
I wondered if she remembered all the things that she had told me about Molly. She hadn’t sounded very drunk when she said them, but with some people it’s hard to tell. I didn’t mention them at breakfast. I had learned a lot during this trip, but I wasn’t much more enlightened than before, more confused than anything.
“Do you have coffee?” I asked, realizing that I had forgotten to bring it. I was so addicted to caffeine that I would have a splitting headache without it in the morning.
Betty pulled a silver and blue energy drink out of her back pocket, handing it to me. “Enjoy,” he said, staring into the fire and spacing out.
“Thanks,” I replied, cracking open the can and downing the sickly sweet liquid in a few seconds. I preferred to drink coffee, but I wasn’t going to complain.
“Can I have one?” Betty asked as I brought the stick of smoking hotdogs away from the fire.
“Yeah, go for it,” I replied, pulling one off and handing it to her.
She took it, gripping it in her fist like it wasn’t a million degrees from the fire. She didn’t acknowledge the heat, taking a large bite out of it and continuing to star blankly into the fire as she woke up.
I ate the other hotdog, more carefully than she had, and stood up. I think my clothes in my tent must have been dried by now, and I was itching for a bath in the river. Two days of sweat weren’t treating me nicely when I still had to wear the same clothes. I could change them, but I would have to go without underwear since Bradly had tossed them into the fire last night. He may have been sexy as all hell, but he was still a douchebag.
As I walked back to my tent, I witnessed Bradly exiting his, donning only a pair of boxers and nothing else. He stretched and looked over at me, giving me a wink. I blushed and hurried back to my tent. I was a little embarrassed about what I did last night.
My tent was almost dry, and so were my clothes. At least I would have a better hike now that my backpack wouldn’t weigh twice as much from the water. I actually was bringing less back with me after having eaten those hotdogs, drank my water, and lose my underwear in a fiery blaze.
I gathered my belongings and went to the river, hoping that it was still early enough to where nobody would bother me as I bathed. I peeled off my dirty clothes and left them by the shore, shivering as I dipped my naked body into the cold water to start the day fresh.
I didn’t last long in the water. It must have come from up the mountain because it was frigid for how deep into summer we were. I was barely able to stay in for long enough to get the grime off my skin before I had to pull myself out.
I realized then that I didn’t have a towel and grumbled as I put on my dry clothes with my skin still dripping wet. So much for being dry on the way back. Next time I went camping, I would pack a lot smarter.
When I got back to camp, everyone was already packing up their tents. This group moved fast. I guess nobody wanted to draw out the day when they were hungover and still had a three-hour hike ahead of them. I felt fine, but I was eager to get home as well. There were more things waiting for me on Monday, and I would have to confront Megan in person if Bradly wasn’t going to give me the answers I searched for.
“Ava,” a deep voice called to me as I finished rolling up my tent. I recognized it at Bradly’s, turning around to see the man swaggering toward me, still shirtless. Jesus, did that man ever put on a shirt outside of school?
“Hey,” I said shyly, keeping my head down.
“Not a word about last night, do you hear me?” He said, looking serious.
I shrugged. “I would have told you the same thing.”
“Good,” he said, “And stay away from Megan. You’re not all that bad. I’d hate to see you get hurt.”
I shook my head. “Nobody here gets it. I’m not going to bend to Megan’s rule. I don’t know what dirt she has on you, but she’ll have to kill me to get me to stop opposing her.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of,” Bradly replied.
“Oh, come on,” I said, starting to grow frustrated. I shoved my rolled-up tent into my backpack and stood up straight. “You don’t really think she’s that dangerous, do you?”
“She is,” he said simply.
“Well, let her know that if she gets within ten feet of me that I got a bullet with her name on it,” I said, trying my best to sound tough. I puffed out my chest and stood with my legs wide.
Bradly didn’t take me seriously. I doubted a man his size ever would, unless I proved myself. He just chuckled and turned away. “Take care of yourself, Ava,” he said, walking away.
“You’re still a pussy,” I shouted as he left.
He didn’t react. He had gotten what he wanted from me, and I had gotten next to nothing from him. Megan definitely had a stronger hold on him that I was able to with just sex. Clearly, that wasn’t enough. Betty’s mention of blackmail was probably right, but I needed to do some deeper digging to find out what it was that made him so afraid of Megan. Monday was going to be an interesting day, indeed.
I joined the others on the trail as soon as I had all my belongings packed, walking directly behind Betty and making small talk on the way back. It felt quicker going downhill the whole way, which made the hike a breeze for me. I barely said goodbye when I got to my car. I was so relieved to be back to civilization, but civilization, as it turned out, wasn’t all that civilized.
Chapter 19
The rope gets shorter the higher you climb it.
The first thing I did when I was back in my car was check that my gun was still there. I popped open the glove compartment and pushed aside the car-ownership papers to reveal the black plastic of the pistol that I had purchased just days before. The magazine was empty, but the bullets sat right beside it in a small cardboard box.
I removed the gun, feeling the weight in my hand. It was heavy even unloaded. I liked the way it felt, like I had so much more power than before. I wanted to toss some bullets downrange into a target, but I needed Molly to help me with it. That would be a good opportunity for me to dig for some information from her.
I returned the gun to the glove compartment, looking up through my windshield to see if anyone had seen me. Nobody had. Everyone was so tired from the hike that they were rushing to get home, already pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road.
I joined them, backing out and racing past Bradly’s large black SUV. Soon, I was on the road back home, and I was eager to check my room again to see if anyone had decided to pay me another visit. For some reason I felt eager to use force on whoever pushed me, but I should have been more cautious. My eagerness was about to get me into a world of trouble.
I rolled down to my house and sat in the driveway for a minute, watching a video on the internet on how to properly load my gun. Once I got the hang of it, I filled it to maximum capacity and tucked it into the front of my shorts, pulling a hoodie from the backseat of the car on to hide the butt of the gun sticking out of my waistband. This wasn’t something my parents needed to see, but it looked like they weren’t home anyway.
I climbed out of my car, slinking up to the front door and looking into the window on the side to check the hallway. No lights were on, so my suspicions were confirmed. Both my parents were away for the day. I unlocked the door and stepped in quietly.
I knew that someone had been in the house before I made it halfway down the hall. It smelled different, and there was a weird energy in the air. It was hard to describe, but it made me uneasy. I pulled the gun from my waistband, clutching the heavy tool in my hand with my finger off to the side, pointed down the barrel instead of directly on the trigger. I knew a thing or two about gun safety.
I had taken my shoes off at the door and was walking almost silently down the hallway in my socks. I walked on my toes, my heels never hitting the ground as I rounded the hallway and turned left to the staircase up to the third floor where my room was.
As my foot hit the first step, I heard a sound from behind me. I spun around, seeing a figure standing in the doorway behind me that led to the kitchen. I yelped, instinctively pulling the trigger and firing a shot at the person who was standing there.
The sound was deafening, leaving my ears ringing and the person who I had fired at frozen in shock. I felt like everything was moving in slow motion as I pointed my gun at the person who had invaded my home. It was Molly.
“Don’t move,” I shrieked, my voice barely audible due to how loud the gun had sounded in my ears.
She raised her hands, the brown of her eyes visible even from down the hall because of how wide her eyes were with fright. I hadn’t hit her. There was a s
pot in the corner where the doorframe met the ceiling that held the bullet. Thank god.
“What are you doing here,” I said, walking toward her with the gun still pointed squarely at her chest.
She didn’t say anything, her eyes glowing with fear.
“Can you hear me?! What are you doing here?” I shouted, coming up to her and grabbing her shoulder with the gun pointed at her chest.
“I didn’t think you would be home so soon,” she squeaked.
I sighed, dropping the gun to my side and searching her face. “You have my keys, don’t you?”
She nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. I had probably scared her half to death. I couldn’t blame her for crying. I was in shock almost as much as she was, and I had nearly killed her with my impulsive firing.
“You know, maybe I shouldn’t be saying this, but I talked to Betty from the cheerleading squad, and she warned me about you. I should have known better than to trust someone on Megan’s side,” I said, heat rising to my face. I was angry, and I wanted Molly to know that.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered.
“Sorry ain’t enough buttercup,” I said. “Give the damn keys.” I held out my hand expectantly and Molly pulled a set of generic keys from her back pocket, dropping them into my palm.
“What else is Megan putting you up to. Huh? Why are you in here?” I asked, grabbing her shoulder with my free hand and shaking her.
“Stop it,” she said, shoving me back. “I can’t talk about Megan.”
I raised the gun up to her again. “Talk or I’m calling the cops, bitch. I’m tired of this nonsense. Everyone around here is scared of some ditsy little punk and I want to know why. Does she had dirt on you like she does on Bradly?”
Molly looked like she was so torn between admitting everything to me and dealing with the police that she might physically tear in half at the decision. She clamped her teeth down tight, speaking through them. “I can’t tell you, or she’ll ruin me,” she insisted.