I walked over to help Eric unroll the heavy canvas of the tent. The air between us was already thick with unspoken tension, and every time we reached for a pole at the same time, our hands brushed. The friction of his rough skin against my fingers sent a jolt straight to my core. As we bent over together, struggling to thread the flexible rods through the tight fabric, I couldn't help but stare at the way his chest and shoulder muscles flexed and strained with the effort.
At one point, as he pulled a guy-line taut, his broad shoulder brushed hard against my breast. He didn't pull away immediately, and neither did I. The heat radiating off his body was absolutely intoxicating. I could feel myself growing slick right there in the middle of the afternoon, mere feet away from where my mother was resting.
If just brushing against him had me this worked up in broad daylight, what was going to happen when the sun went down? How was I going to survive being trapped in that tiny tent with him? The thought made my heart race with a dizzying cocktail of terror and pure anticipation.
Once the tent was pitched, I slipped away to bathe in the nearby stream.
The freezing water was a violent shock to my overheated system, but it did absolutely nothing to extinguish the fire churning between my legs. I washed quickly in the dim moonlight, but the second my shivering fingers brushed over my own slick folds, a wave of frustration brought hot tears to my eyes.
I was so fucking sick of my own useless touch. I wanted him.
When I finished, I hurried back to the campsite, the cool night air raising tight goosebumps across my damp skin.
Then, it was his turn.
I sat by the crackling campfire, my eyes glued to the dark tree line until he finally emerged. He strode back into the firelight wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung athletic shorts. Droplets of water caught the golden glow of the flames, tracing the deep, rugged grooves of his chest and sliding down the sharp V-line that disappeared tantalizingly beneath his waistband. My mouth went completely dry, but this time, I didn't look away.
We lingered by the fire while Mom slept peacefully inside the nearby tent. We kept our voices to hushed whispers so we wouldn't wake her. His dark eyes kept dropping to my lips, illuminated by the flickering flames. Every heavy brush of his gaze felt like a physical touch.
"Is there a problem, Eric?" I asked softly, my voice a deliberate, breathy purr that barely carried over the crackling wood.
His dark eyes snapped up to mine. I caught the involuntary swallow that bobbed his Adam's apple, "No."
I shifted my weight, leaning just a fraction closer to the fire so the golden light perfectly illuminated the deep, shadowed plunge of my neckline.
I let my eyes drag agonizingly slow over the thick cut of his chest, tracing the sweat-glistened ridges of his abs, all the way down to the dangerous V-line disappearing into his low-slung shorts, before lazily pulling my eyes back up to meet his.
"You’ve just been staring," I murmured, "I didn't know if I had something on me... or if you were just enjoying the view."
A muscle feathered in his jaw. His pupils blew wide at my blatant provocation, the air between us suddenly shifting to dangerous.
"I'm going to bed," I stood up before he could formulate an answer.
I stepped into the shadows to change, deliberately slipping a gossamer-thin silk nightgown over my head without putting on any underwear.
I crawled into the tent first. The space was incredibly cramped, smelling strongly of canvas and pine needles. A second later, Eric ducked inside, his massive, broad-shouldered frame instantly devouring whatever oxygen was left in the tight space.
He reached up and clicked on the small, battery-powered lantern. A sudden wash of yellow light flooded the tiny space. I froze on purpose. With the lantern directly behind me, I knew the sheer fabric of my gown was practically transparent, offering him a perfect, backlit silhouette of every single curve underneath.
His breath hitched audibly, his gaze locked hungrily onto the dark shadow of my bare nipples.
"Tell me," I whispered with a wicked, inviting look in my eyes, "are you still enjoying the view?"
He swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a gravelly warning. "Vicky..."
I didn't answer. I just crawled onto the narrow air mattress agonizingly slowly, making sure the hem of my nightgown rode dangerously high up my bare thighs. Mom was already dead to the world, curled up tightly on the far edge of the tent. I settled into the middle, lying on my side with my back facing his half of the mattress. I deliberately arched my spine just a fraction, angling my hips in a perfectly inviting tilt.
Click. The lantern snapped off, plunging the tiny space into pitch black.
The mattress dipped heavily as Eric laid down right behind me. His massive, half-naked frame was so close that his radiating body heat practically scorched my skin through the dark.
"When you were little, you always wanted to sleep sandwiched between us." Eric whispered, his deep voice vibrating right against my spine.
Yeah, here we were. But I wasn't the innocent little girl from seven years ago. I had grown into a woman. And this woman was craving things she shouldn't. She wanted to have him and now he was close to her.
"Yeah... just like old times," I breathed back. I deliberately let my voice tremble.
The heavy, suffocating silence stretched for a few seconds before his heavy arm draped over me.
"You're trembling... and burning up," he murmured softly.
Instead of answering him with innocent excuses, I reached down in the dark and caught his thick wrist. I shifted backward in the pitch-black tent, erasing the last few inches of safe distance between us. I arched my spine just a fraction, pressing the soft curve of my lower back flush against his hard torso, letting my hips settle intimately against his strong thighs.
"It's because of you," I whispered.
That was it. I felt his entire massive frame lock up rigidly behind me as the last thin thread of his restraint violently snapped.
"Come here," he growled low in his throat.
"You've been testing my fucking endurance all day, haven't you?" Eric rasped, his voice dropping to a lethal, vibrating whisper right against my ear.
His hand trailed heavily up my stomach to securely grip my jaw. With effortless, terrifying power, he forced my head to tilt back against his broad shoulder, completely exposing my vulnerable neck to his hot, ragged breath.
My breath caught in my throat, my pulse frantically jumping against the rough pad of his thumb.
But his dominance didn't stop at my jaw. As he held me pinned helplessly against his chest, his hips deliberately shifted forward, completely erasing whatever millimeter of space was left between us.
That was when I felt it. A thick, blunt heat pressed heavily into the soft cleft of my ass. I didn't need to guess what it was. Even through the thin fabric of our clothes, the rigid, straining length of his cock was undeniable. My heart hammered wildly against my ribs. A terrifying, electric thrill shot straight to my core, making my panties soak with a fresh, heavy wave of wetness.
I swallowed my shock and pushed back, grinding my ass ever so slightly against his rigid erection.
He let out a low, ragged exhale that fanned hot across the nape of my neck. A dark, knowing chuckle vibrated against my spine.
"Are you still uncomfortable? Let me help you," he whispered right into my ear. He was more than willing to play along with my little game.
He didn't wait for an answer. Taking full advantage of my flimsy excuse, his large hand locked onto my waist and aggressively dragged me down a fraction of an inch, deliberately repositioning my ass so the thickest, hardest part of his erection was nestled intimately against my soaking core.
A moment later, I felt his hand moving down my outer thigh, stopping right at the hem of my nightgown. My heart was pounding so loudly I was terrified it would wake my mom. Slowly, deliberately, I hitched my top leg up.
His large hand didn't wait another second. He slid beneath the sheer fabric, pushing it high up my thighs, up past my ass, completely exposing my lower half to the cool night air.
Soon, I felt his hand going down between my legs and smiled, then bit my lower lip hard, knowing what was coming. My breath hitched when I felt his hand above my panty-covered pussy. He rubbed it slowly making me to let out a faint moan. I raised my leg a little to give him space to rub me better.
He rubbed it for a while and swiftly hooked a thick finger under the elastic of my panties, slowly pulling the thin lace aside to expose my bare pussy.
"Ohhh..." A broken, breathy whimper slipped past my lips the second his finger brushed directly over my bare pussy.
It felt incredible—better than any fantasy I’d ever conjured. "Shhh," Eric breathed against my ear, his voice a dark, commanding rumble. "Don't wake your mom, Vicky. Be a good girl."
He began to stroke my slick folds, thoroughly coating his long fingers in my uncontrollable wetness. I completely lost my mind. I ground my aching pussy back against his hand, greedily chasing the pleasure. My eyes squeezed shut as I silently rode his fingers in the pitch black. I was completely oblivious to the rest of the world, drowning in the heavy, forbidden friction, until—
"Vicky?"
A groggy, confused voice cut through the darkness like a serrated blade. The heavy rustle of a sleeping bag immediately followed.
I froze completely. Eric’s hand stopped dead between my legs.
Mom shifted on the far side of the air mattress. "Jeez, Vicky. What the fuck are you doing?"