Flirting with Fire: A Summer Camp Swingers novel

“Sensitive? God, no.” She rested her palms on my biceps and grinned up at me. “What? Didn’t she tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Never mind. You’ll figure it out. Get on your back.”

She expected me to pull out, but I thrust my arms under her and rolled us both.

“Oh, my!”

I gripped her ass and started moving my hips.

“Uh-uh. Do it my way.” She pushed herself up and then groaned as she sat back on my cock. Her hair had come half-undone from the French twist, so she reached up and tugged it loose. Light brown waves cascaded over her shoulders and shadowed her face.

I gazed up at her for a moment and then ran my hands up her torso. She waited until I cupped her soft breasts and squeezed gently.

“So… you’re okay with them?”

“Totally. You’re beautiful.”

She smiled.

“And I’m not just saying that ’cause you’re—”

Her lips quirked in a smile. “She warned me about you.”

“About what?”

“That you talk a lot. During sex.”

“Yeah. Sorry. Only, I’m not. So… you prefer a quiet, manly type?”

“Mmm. Now, if you don’t mind…”

She began rocking her hips. Her nostrils flared with her breathing, and she closed her eyes. I moved my hands to her hips, and she braced hers on my chest. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she didn’t need anything from me. I selfishly wondered how I was different from a Sybian.

Allie must have sensed my thoughts, because she opened her eyes and looked into mine. Hers crinkled with amusement before they softened and pulled me in. Her breathing grew heavier, and the temperature in her pussy rose a couple of degrees.

She rode me for several minutes at the same pace, although I didn’t feel like a sex toy. She caressed my chest and moaned encouragement when I cupped her swinging breasts. Then she arched her back, and her mouth fell open in a silent gasp of pleasure.

The climax lasted a lot longer that time, until she collapsed against my chest and quivered from the force of it. She buried her face in my neck and clung to me, something she definitely couldn’t do with a Sybian.

“Oh, God,” she said at last, breathless and insistent, “I need it hard. Fuck me.”

“What? Are you—?”

“Just fuck me. Hard. Please.”

I grabbed a double-handful of ass and began thrusting.

“Harder.”

I slammed into her.

“Oh, God… harder!”

I held her tight and rolled us over. She cried out in surprise, and I came to rest on my knees. My dick slipped out of her, so I grabbed her thighs, pushed them toward her chest, and held them there. I aimed my cock at her glistening pussy and slid into her. I didn’t meet any resistance, so I rammed home.

“You want me to fuck you? Huh? Is this what you want?”

I began thrusting and pounded into her. The sound of slapping flesh filled the room, and the bed frame squeaked in protest.

I thought Allie might cry out or beg me to stop, but her pink chest turned scarlet from the heat. Her pussy had been hot and wet before, but it was nothing compared to now. I braced my hands on the bed and bent her double. Then I rose on my toes and used my full weight to drive my cock home.

“Unh, harder!”

I slammed into her as hard as I could, until I thought I might actually hurt her. Then I realized she was coming again, a long, continuous orgasm that peaked with every thrust. Her pussy squeezed and tried to hold me back, but I plowed through her resistance.

Heat and friction finally overwhelmed me, and I buried my cock deep inside her. I cried out from the force of my own climax, and firehose spurts filled the condom.

I didn’t quite lose consciousness, but my vision dimmed. A bellows rush filled my ears, the sound of my own harsh breathing. At the same time, a heavy lethargy settled over me like a leaden blanket. My arms felt rubbery all of a sudden. I tried to push myself up, but Allie grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down.

“Not yet! I’m still—!”

She fell silent, and I could feel the current of orgasm as it flowed through her. Her pussy squeezed my shaft, and her whole body quivered as she held me close. Then she shuddered and relaxed. A moment later she sagged to the bed and finally released me.

“Oh, God,” she panted. “I needed that.”

* * *

Strength slowly returned to my arms and shoulders, and I pushed myself up. I started to draw my knees forward, but Allie stopped me.

“Don’t. Not yet.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded. “You haven’t finished. Keep going. I’m fine.”

“Me too.”

“But… you didn’t come.”

“Of course I did. Like, five minutes ago.”

“I didn’t— I mean, I didn’t feel it.”

“You were a little preoccupied.”

“Are you sure?” She concentrated. “I still don’t… I mean…”

“Oh, I came,” I chuckled. “Trust me. Ah, hold on… I know what the problem is.” I disentangled my arms from her legs, and she grimaced as she lowered them.

“Ow, ow, ow… Okay, ow.” She panted to catch her breath. “Sorry. I didn’t realize I was so out of shape.”

I sat back, and my dick slid out of her. She pushed herself up on her elbows, and her breasts shifted together. A distracted part of me—one that should’ve been satisfied—imagined fucking her between them. She snapped me back to reality.