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I nod. “Fuck, yes. That was hot as hell.” He grins and pecks my lips again. Then we get cleaned up and head back out on the road.
OLIVER
It’s nearly three in the afternoon by the time we reach Philadelphia. I’ve been enjoying my book so much I don’t want to put it down, but I won't let Hunter handle everything. Once we’ve arrived at the campground he parks the RV and gets everything hooked up, while I watch so I know how to do it in the future. He makes it look easy, even backing the RV into our spot, when I’m sure it was anything but.
There’s a lovely lake in front of us and lush greenery on all sides, giving us ample shade. We have a picnic table and our own grill. Birds fly overhead, and ducks sit on the sparkling clear blue water. There’s a dock leading out over the lake and canoes and paddle boats for rental. There’s also hiking trails nearby. Though honestly I’m perfectly content to just sit here and relax for now.
When everything is set up, we break out a blanket and chairs and arrange them outside the RV. I’m sitting on my chair, onceagain with my kindle, when Hunter emerges from the RV with a mug and hands it to me.
“What’s this?” I say, setting my kindle on my lap and taking it. I inhale the scent of lemon and chamomile and relax as I breathe it in.
“You didn’t get your tea earlier. I thought you might like some,” he says, as he takes his place on the blanket near my feet and lies down, his hands behind his head and sunglasses on his face.
“Oh,” I reply. “I wasn’t even aware we brought the kettle.” I take a sip and it’s utterly perfect, the right amount of milk and honey.
He shrugs. “I know you have tea every morning. I didn’t want you going without. There’s a few different flavors of tea bags in there. I just picked the one that sounded good.”
I’m not sure what to say to that. He’s right of course, but I never knew he noticed. “Thank you.” I sip my tea and let it seep into my bones. I hardly need the warmth out here, with the sun beating down overhead, but I enjoy the taste and it’s always been a pick me up. There’s a nice breeze going at least, which makes the heat not as miserable. It’s actually rather pleasant. I honestly can’t remember the last time I just sat outside. The last time I relaxed before this trip, or I didn't have work or family or my own internal angst weighing me down. But here, I feel like I can be me; like I don’t have to pretend or hide anything. Being with Hunter makes it easier for me to embrace the parts of myself I’ve kept buried for so long. Being on this trip with him is everything.
“So what’s the plan for tomorrow?” I ask, taking another sip of my tea, and realize when he hums slightly that he was drifting to sleep. “Sorry, did I wake you?”
He shakes his head, and rubs my bare foot, and it’s oddly sweet. “No, I thought we’d maybe visit the zoo, or an art museumor something? We’ll have time for a few things. I like to stick to one activity a day and then spend the rest of the time relaxing.”
“Sounds perfect to me.” There’s a pause before I find myself saying, “Fancy a swim? Then I’ll make you supper.”
“You’re going to cook for me?” he asks, sitting up.
“Of course. I don’t mind it, and you did all the driving.”
He smiles. “Well, I won’t say no.”
We head into the RV to change and I gape when I see the bright blue speedo that Hunter slips into. It looks divine on him, all that gorgeous warm beige skin on display, and hugging his cock and balls so perfectly I almost whimper.
“Christ, you fucking tease,” I murmur, and he gives a wicked grin. “I’m going to have an epic boner the entire bloody time if you wear that.”
“I have an extra,” he says, pulling a red one out of his bag and holding it up for me, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Oh, God, no, I couldn’t. No one wants to see these white legs and freckles. They’d go blind.”
“You’re joking.” He moves closer to me and slides his hand along my thigh, making me gasp. “These are the sexiest fucking legs I’ve ever seen,” he rumbles. He nibbles on my neck as he pops the button on my shorts and slides the zipper down over my hard on. “I would love to see you showing off this gorgeous body.” He presses kisses to my neck and jaw and I shiver, then gasp as he tugs and my shorts fall to the floor, pooling at my feet.
“Christ, you little minx, you know I can’t say no to you,” I respond, my voice low. I can feel him grinning against my cheek before he grips the waistband of my underwear and slides them down, letting them fall on top of my shorts.
“Pick up your foot and hold on to me,” he says, and I do. I bloody do whatever he tells me to do because I fucking love it. I love his bossiness and his bravado. I love his domination and control. I fucking crave it in a way I have never craved anythingbefore. I love being given orders by him. I love not having to think about anything other than obeying him and knowing it will make him happy. Knowing it will make me happy.
I grip his shoulders and lift one foot, letting him slide the speedo on. “Good boy,” he praises, and God, why does that have the effect on me that it does? Why do I melt and become so hard in an instant when he tells me I’m good? Why do I crave it so much when he gives me any type of praise? It just makes me want to please him more. It makes some of the self-hatred I’ve carried for so long not feel quite so heavy. Makes me feel a little more worthy, a little more loveable, each and every time.
“Other foot,” he instructs and I do the same, shifting my weight so he can slide the other end on me. Then I’m standing there while he slides it up and over my erection that has only gotten harder. I gasp when he sinks to his knees in front of me and my cock jerks as he presses kisses to my feet, then works his way up my legs, kissing my ankles, then my knees, then my thighs, before he presses a kiss to my balls, and then the tip of my cock. Christ, what is he trying to do to me? I can’t stand the level of his affection, his care. The way he seems to know exactly what I need and when. I suck in a breath as my cock twitches. I’m honestly surprised when he doesn’t pay more attention to my cock but I’m not disappointed. This is another level of intimacy, of respect, of worship, that I’ve never experienced. Fuck, I have tears filling my eyes as he makes his way up my torso, leaving more soft kisses in his wake, my body trembling. My face is flushed when he reaches my lips and kisses me.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers against my lips. “Inside and out, Oli. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
I have no words, so I simply nod. Then we grab our towels and sunscreen and head back outside.
We spend quite a bit of time in the water before we lie on the grass on our towels, letting the sun dry us. I’ve become morecomfortable in my swimwear after seeing Hunter’s gaze on me multiple times and the way his body responds. It’s flattering and a definite confidence booster. I think I actually like the speedo more than my regular swim trunks. It’s quite comfortable, to be honest, and less constricting all around.
As we lay there in silence, enjoying the breeze and the sounds of nature, I feel Hunter sliding his hand into mine. It seems hesitant, though, a bit unsure.
“This okay?” he asks, turning to look at me. I squeeze his hand.
