Flirting with Fire: A Summer Camp Swingers novel

I stepped back in surprise, and she pressed her body against mine. Her skin felt hot as she slid her hands under my shirt. I belatedly realized she was nude, and the functioning part of my brain wondered why I hadn’t noticed before. I’d seen her when I’d come in the room, but she’d been on the bed. When had she crossed the room? I’d been so preoccupied—

Oh, for fuck’s sake! the little head griped. I got this. Hold my beer.

Allie bit my lip before she sank to her knees, untied my pants, and yanked them down. My dick sprang up and nearly hit her in the face.

See? I told you, I got— Oh Jesus, fuck.

Yes? I said dryly. You were saying?

Can’t talk now. Need to— concentrate— tongue stud— God, that’s good!

Allie steadied my cock with one hand and lowered the other to her pussy. She moaned as she played with herself and rubbed my dick over her face. Then she licked her way up my shaft and circled the head with her tongue. Her mouth was warm and wet, and I swayed unsteadily as the sensations reached my poor oxygen-starved brain.

At some point I tried to take off my shirt. Then I remembered why I’d made a detour to the master bedroom in the first place. I tossed the box of condoms onto the dresser, slid my cell phone after it, and pulled my shirt over my head.

Allie started sucking with long, slow strokes, which set off alarm bells. After a moment I realized why—the little head was selfishly planning to come in her mouth. I grabbed for the box of condoms, tore it open, and pulled out a trio of foil packets.

“Stop…,” I gasped. “I’m gonna come if you don’t.” She gripped my balls with one hand and stroked my shaft with the other. I groaned, “Don’t. Stop. I wanna fuck you first.”

I wasn’t entirely sure what I’d do if she kept sucking. Fortunately, she released her lip-lock, stood, and headed toward the bed. The little head wanted to rush after her, but the big head pumped the brakes. I ripped open the foil packet, fitted the condom over my glans, and unrolled it down the shaft.

I wasn’t fond of the things, but rules were rules. Besides, Allie wouldn’t know the difference. Christy claimed she could tell, but that was a white lie for my benefit. I’d had sex with only one woman who could, and only because she’d been allergic to latex.

Hey, Casanova! D’you mind? A little help?

Allie lay on the center of the bed, ten feet away. She gave me a smoldering look, crooked a finger, and spread her legs. Her pink labia parted, and her pussy glistened with moisture. I was tempted to go down on her first, but she and the little head put a stop to that.

“I want you. Inside me. Now.”

Yeah! What she said.

I climbed onto the bed, knelt between her thighs, and scooted forward. She closed her eyes and moaned softly when I rubbed my latex-covered cock along her channel. Then I teased her hidden clit and watched her reaction.

She looked even better than she had in my fantasies, less perfect and more real because of it. Her breasts weren’t as full, but they rose and fell with her breathing, and her nipples stood at attention.

“God, stop teasing,” she panted. “Put it in.”

I set my cock at her opening, eased forward, and came to an abrupt stop. Her pussy was much tighter than I’d expected, so I braced my arms and leaned over her. I bore down with my hips, and my shaft bent from the resistance.

Allie clutched my arms, closed her eyes, and arched her back as the pleasure mounted. I thought for a moment that she might be too small, but her pussy gradually opened for me. Then the resistance suddenly gave way, and I sank into her.

She cried out, and the heat of her pussy threatened to overwhelm me. I breathed hard through my nose as I held myself above her and tried to ignore the pressure behind my balls. The sensation eventually passed, and I opened my eyes.

Allie smiled up at me. “It’s so warm.”

“No kidding.”

“Not me,” she chuckled. “You. Your dick. I’d almost forgotten.” She drew me down for a kiss, and I began moving my hips.

I fucked her slowly, steadily, until our breathing synced. Her skin felt hot next to mine, in spite of the air conditioning, and her pussy had gone from molten to infernal. I pushed up and watched her face as she grimaced with pleasure. A flush slowly mounted her chest, and she began thrusting her hips against me.

She surprised me when she came. It wasn’t an earth-shattering climax, but it was definitely an orgasm. She breathed hard through her nose when it subsided, and her thighs shook as aftershocks rippled through her.

“Was that…?” I wondered aloud.

She jerked a nod.

“Okay,” I said slowly. “What should I…?”

She opened her eyes and smiled up at me. Then she pulled me down for another kiss. I wasn’t sure where we were going, but we made out with increasing passion until she pushed me away.

“I wanna ride you.”

“You aren’t too—?”