by Ivy Jordan
The boys called us over once the fire was done. Ethan scooted his chair close to mine and handed me a stick for my hot dog. Billy raided the bucket of chicken while Brenda started her dinner with a roasted marshmallow.
I slid my hot dog onto the stick while Billy grinned in my direction. “You handle that wiener well,” he teased.
I blushed, quickly pushing the stick into the flame. Billy yelled out, “Ouch!” as Brenda slapped him for being crude.
It was nice, sitting around the fire with Ethan. Billy and he shared stories of their childhood, most of them from when Billy had visited California. Brenda seemed shocked at some of the things they’d done. I was intrigued, not realizing that Ethan was a bad boy when younger.
Even as a Navy SEAL, and with tattoos covering portions of his body, he still seemed to be more of a nice guy than a bad boy to me. Maybe it was the way he treated me, or maybe it was how he touched me.
Brenda was giggling while Billy nibbled at her neck. It didn’t take long for them to disappear into their tent. “Are you warm enough?” Ethan asked.
I nodded.
He tossed on another log and scooted closer to me. His hand wrapped around me, warming me as he finished off his beer. I was fixated on the tent, wondering what would happen in there when we went to bed for the night.
The last part of the group conversation before Brenda and Billy left was about Ethan’s last tour overseas. He joked a lot about his time over there, making light of what I knew was a very grim situation. “Were you scared over there?” I asked.
He tossed his beer bottle into the trash bag by his chair and paused.
“You couldn’t be scared over there,” he said calmly. “I was scared every time I said goodbye before I left that it would be my last,” he admitted.
I thought about that for a moment, reflecting back on my own last goodbye. “I was grateful that I woke up early the day my dad died. I snuck downstairs and hugged him around his neck as he filled his coffee thermos,” I said, fighting back the tears in my eyes.
Ethan pulled me close to him. I leaned my head on his shoulder and sighed. It felt good to have someone to talk to, to listen. “The one thing that did scare me while there was my brothers dying,” he said.
I lifted my head, looked into his dark eyes and could almost feel the pain he was remembering as he spoke. “Whenever one of the guys would get wounded, they were always asked if they wanted to return, or if they wanted to go home. Every one of them said they wanted to return. Every one of them were killed in combat after that,” he said in a hushed voice.
“So, I guess I feared getting wounded, not killed. I knew that I’d make the same decision, and it seemed to be a fate that was unforgiving.” He finished his thought with a deep sigh.
“Let’s go to bed,” I murmured, standing from my seat.
“I’ll be right in,” he said, grabbing the bucket of ash to smother the fire.
Inside the tent, the air mattress was filled and blankets neatly placed over top. I smiled at the attention to detail, even tucking in the corners on our outdoor bed.
I kicked off my shoes and snuggled under the blankets while I waited on Ethan to come to bed.
His shadow looked larger than life as he neared the tent. He pushed open the flap, zipped it up tightly, and then turned to me. “You look comfy,” he said sweetly.
I nodded with a smile.
“You have room for me under there?” he asked.
I lifted up the blanket, inviting him into the snug bed he’d made for us. I giggled as he pushed his way in, gripping me around the waist to pull me close to his warm body.
His mouth immediately searched the tender flesh of my neck, slowly kissing me as it found its way toward my lips. “You’re cold,” he whispered.
I was a little cold after leaving the fire. Summer wasn’t here yet, so the nights were still a bit chilly.
“We need to get you out of those clothes,” he said sternly.
I giggled. “How’s that going to warm me up?
“Body heat, of course,” he said.
His hands reached for my shirt, pushing it up toward my neck. I helped him with it over my head and then lifted up so he could unlatch my bra. My nipples were hard as rocks, pointing in his direction as his eyes met them with pleasure.
“You really are cold,” he teased.
I reached for his shirt, pulling in the same fashion he had mine. He readily allowed me to pull it over his head and toss it behind him. The eagle tattoo stared at me, riding the waves of his rolling abs. There was something so sexy about him that my body immediately reacted just from seeing him.
“These too,” he insisted, gripping the button on my shorts.
His hand was warm against my belly as my back arched toward him and my hips rolled away. The motion allowed his grip to pull open my button, and the zipper freely fell without any effort from either of us. I wiggled to help him slide my shorts down and off to the ground by our mattress.
He smiled as his hand slide between my legs. “No panties?”
I shook my head.
“Good girl,” he whispered.
He didn’t wait for me to undo his pants. He quickly pulled the tight denim from his body. I watched as they fell to the ground beside me, wishing I had the nerve to reach under the blankets and grip his cock.
His mouth pushed onto mine while his hands pulled me close. His erection pressed into my thigh, hard and ready. I lifted a leg over him, letting him scoop me in close, feeling his cock rest against my hungry pussy.
My tongue entangled his as his hands roamed my body. They traced every curve, explored every crevice, and only stopped when they reached my hips.
A quick motion and a tight squeeze sent me to my back with Ethan mounting me with force. His eyes were filled with hunger as his tight, hard body threatened invasion into mine, bringing me close to orgasm just thinking about it.
“You truly are amazing,” he whispered in my ear.
“You’re the amazing one,” I gasped.
“You sure about this?” he asked, his cock resting at my entrance. “I’m only here a month. I don’t want anyone to get hurt,” he said softly.
“I know. I’m sure,” I said.
His mouth lowered to mine, kissing me passionately before moving to my breasts. He sucked each nipple, rolling it on his tongue before offering a gentle tug with his teeth. My body pushed toward his, begging for his cock to slide inside. He pulled back, letting his hand slide between my legs instead.
His thumb pressed against my clit, rubbing it with a circular motion that made me moan and squirm. Two fingers slid inside of my body, causing me to let out a deep gasp of pleasure. He worked them in and out—slowly at first, but then faster as my hips began to rock toward his hand.
My neck stretched back as his mouth took a bite, sucking in my flesh between his lips. “Please,” I gasped.
My body was tortured with pleasure, and I needed more. My orgasm was building quickly, and with a wiggle of his finger against my G-spot, there was no stopping it. My moans echoed through the tent as my juices escaped from my body and onto his fingers.
I quivered beneath him, shaking as my pleasure rolled through me in waves, slowly calming after each one.
His eyes were wild with excitement as I dug my nails into the flesh of his back with the last quake of my eruption.
He quickly shifted his cock between my legs. His hands pressed my legs apart, his fingers worked my clit as he slowly pushed inside of me. His cock was hard, large, and more than I’d ever taken before. Slow, steady movements pushed him deeper and deeper into me as I pressed my nails back into his flesh.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly.
“Yes. Don’t stop,” I pleaded, grinding my hips toward him.
I was soaked from excitement, and from cum, but his cock was still too large to simply slide in without effort. My hips rolled toward him, pushing my swollen pussy lips around his shaft and pulling him deep inside of my body.
My pussy quivered as he filled it with his massive muscle. He paused, letting my body adjust to the large cock he’d just fed it. Another orgasm began to build just from the fullness of him inside of me.
Once he started to thrust into me, my body let loose of yet another orgasm. The juices released helped ease him deeper into me, and his thrusts became faster and more aggressive.
I’d never felt so satisfied when he whispered, “I’m going to cum,” into my ear. It wasn’t just the physical act of what we were doing, it was more than that. It felt deeper, like it was touching my soul.
Tears rolled down my cheeks uncontrollably as he rolled over next to me. “Did I hurt you?” he asked softly, quickly pulling me toward him.
“No. That was just amazing,” I sighed, wiping my face.
He smiled, kissed my cheek. “You’re amazing. I told you that,” he said, and snuggled me into his chest.
I hadn’t even realized we’d fallen asleep when I heard Brenda and Billy talking outside our tent. “Rise and shine,” she yelled, her voice nearing the tent as she spoke.
The zipper of the tent started to open. Ethan was lying on the blanket instead of under it, making it impossible for me to cover up. As I searched for something, anything to hide my naked body, Brenda’s head popped into the tent. “Holy Shit!” she exclaimed with a thunderous laughter that didn’t even budge Ethan.
His rock-hard ass was enough to cause her to gasp as she reclaimed her control. “We have to go,” she whispered as she winked, and zipped back up the tent.
Ethan lifted his head, smiled, and leaned toward me. His lips met mine gently, kissing me with a loving, soft touch. “Good morning,” he whispered.
“Good morning.”
“I guess we have to go,” he laughed, and then pulled me into him for a more passionate kiss.
Chapter Six
The school year was about to end, and even though summer was right around the corner, the day was wetter and colder than it’d been in weeks. As I followed my class to the bus line, my phone beeped.
My heart was racing as I waved goodbye to the little ones and watched the last bus pull out from its designated spot. I knew it was Ethan. He’s been texting me more, and even called the night after camping to hear my voice before he went to sleep.
Ethan: Are you off work yet?
Me: Just heading to my car now
Ethan: Feel like getting muddy?
Me: Sure…
Ethan: Meet me at Billy’s
Me: I’m not dressed for mud…
Ethan: Brenda’s your size, isn’t she?
Me: Yes. Okay
I was tickled that he was so anxious, so I agreed to wear Brenda’s clothes. We weren’t exactly the same size. She had wider hips, and my breasts were larger, but I was certain we could make something work.
I drove to Brenda’s and found Ethan in the garage sitting on a four wheeler. He smiled when I pulled up and rushed toward me as I got out of the car. “You like four wheelers?” he asked.
“Yes. I love them,” I replied, not sure if love was the word I should’ve used.
My dad and I rode them when we hunted, but I’d never been on one just for fun. I had a feeling that Ethan was ready for an adrenaline rush, and I was in for a scare.
“Good,” he said, gripping my hand to pull me toward him.
Our lips met, and it felt as if it were the first time. Electricity shot through my veins and tingles took over my body as he allowed his mouth to linger on mine.
“I have some clothes for you,” Brenda said, poking her head out the garage door from the house.
“Go get dressed,” he instructed cheerfully, slapping me on the ass as I walked toward the door.
Brenda’s jeans were a little loose, causing them to fall around my hips. I actually liked the way they hung as I looked in the mirror. I may have to buy my jeans a size bigger from now on, I thought to myself.
The t-shirt was tight, making my boobs look huge. Thankfully, it was cold, and she’d laid out a sweatshirt for me to wear over it, which was a bit looser.
I slipped into the hiking boots she’d given me to wear and headed back to the garage to meet Ethan.
“You look like you’re ready,” he grinned.
I wasn’t sure I was.
“You’re not gonna scare me, are you?” I asked.
He hiked his leg over the seat, slid into position, and patted the back of his seat. “I’d never scare you,” he smirked.
I slid onto the backseat, pushing myself against him tightly. He started the quad and revved its engine leaving a puff of smoke behind us. “Take it easy on me,” I pleaded as he took off out of the garage and around to the back of Billy and Brenda’s house.
Brenda waved from the back patio as we zoomed by, much faster than I’d expected at take-off. My arms tightened around his waist, squeezing him harder the faster he went. “You’re not scared, are you?” he asked.
“A little,” I admitted.
He turned the quad, rolling it into the woods. It felt as though we were driving straight into the trees as the branches whipped at his arms and past mine. I pushed my face into his back and let out a squeal of both terror and delight. I was scared, but more than that, I was elated to be with him, to be so close to him.
The quad pulled us up a tall hill, and then down another, right into a mud puddle. The cold mud splashed onto us, more onto him, but still getting on me. He laughed as I squeezed him tighter. “Trust me,” he shouted over the loud engine.
He turned the quad around, aiming us back for the hill we’d just came down, and with a flick of the wrist, we were through the mud again, and working our way up the hill sideways. My entire body tingled with excitement as we slid in the mud. The tires spun, spitting mud into our faces, and then finally, we made it to the top.
“Did that scare you?” he asked.
I nodded against his back. “I want to do it again,” I shouted, feeling the adrenaline rushing through my veins.
He laughed.
We worked our way up that hill three more times and then moved on to a larger one that we only managed our way up once. I was thrilled, excited, and turned on.
“You’re probably freezing,” he said, stopping the quad to turn to me.
My teeth were chattering as I shook my head. He laughed. “You are. We need to get you back and cleaned up,” he said, lifting his eyebrows high onto his forehead in judgement.
His teasing brought out my feisty side. “What about you?” I asked, laughing at his mud-covered face.
“Oh, baby, you’re much worse than I am,” he teased.
I leaned back, reached my hand toward the back tire, and scooped up a large chunk of mud that was hanging from the thick tread. “Really?” I asked, bringing my hand forward and smearing mud across his face as I laughed so hard, I nearly pissed my pants.
“Playin’ dirty?” he joked and scooped up his own pile of mud. I jumped off the quad and ran as he slung it toward me, barely missing. I turned to laugh, only to see he was right on my heels. His hands reached out, gripped my waist, and as my feet slipped out from beneath me, we both landed face down in a mud puddle.
“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry,” he said, his eyes filled with both concern and fear.
I rolled over, him still on top of me, and stared at his brown face. The look on his face, and the fear in his eyes, struck me as funny. I started laughing, the kind of laugh that you can’t control, and before I could protest, his lips were on mine.
I didn’t care that mud was getting on my mouth. I didn’t even care that it actually tasted quite awful. All I cared about in that moment was that Ethan’s lips were on mine.
Brenda and Billy were sitting on the patio drinking a beer when we pulled up. “Wow. Looks like you two had some trouble,” Billy said, shaking his head.
Ethan parked the quad by the back of the house and helped me off. “No trouble. Just a lot of fun,” he replied.
“Care if we strip down and hi
t the shower?” Ethan asked.
“Please,” Billy insisted, motioning toward the garage.
Brenda looked mortified as she looked at me. I knew she’d never do something so messy.
In the garage, Ethan stripped out of his muddy clothes, leaving them on a pile by the door. “Here?” I asked, looking at the open back door to the garage.
“They aren’t gonna look,” he insisted, wiggling his hips and letting his limp, but still impressive cock slap his thighs.
I gritted my teeth and quickly stripped out of my clothes. Ethan grabbed a couple towels and wiped us down enough to make it through the house without creating any damage.
“Damn, you’re hot,” he said, pulling me into the large downstairs shower.
“No. I’m freezing,” I joked.
The floor of the shower quickly filled with mud as the warm water washed our hair and skin clean. Ethan gripped a wash cloth, soaping it up and caressing it against my skin. His touch made me moan. My body melted in his hands as he carefully cleaned me of any traces of mud. “I have to make sure every crevice is clean,” he whispered as he slid the wash cloth between my legs.
His fingers pushed my pussy lips apart, and the textured cloth teased my delicate skin. “You like that?” he asked softly.
His words dripped like honey from his lips to my ears. “Yes,” I gasped.
He reached down and gripped my hand, pulling it down between his legs. His cock was hard and warm in my hand. The smooth of his skin felt so erotic between my fingers. Without even thinking, I lowered to my knees, craving his taste. My mouth opened, letting my lips rest on the head of his cock as my tongue teased its small opening.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasped as my mouth slowly moved down his shaft, taking him in further with each stroke.
I loved his hand entangled in my hair, guiding me up and down on his hard member. The water rolled down between us, falling from my lips as he began to throb. His arms reached under me, pulling me up, and quickly spinning me around. My hands pushed against the wall of the shower as he parted my legs with his foot.
I loved being taken so forcefully. My body shook with pleasure as he entered me from behind. His mouth bit gently onto my shoulder as my legs quivered and my pussy pulsated.