“Said what?” I ask, smirking.
Bobby shrugs his shoulders. “All I can hear is thunder.”
“That’ll be my beating heart from all this excitement,” Mackenzie jests and then slaps Bobby around the face when he takes this as an invitation to put his hand over her chest, directly over the swell of her breast.
“Ouch,” he murmurs but doesn’t argue the fact he deserved it and more.
“Don’t touch titties without permission, dude,” I admonish playfully and pat him on the shoulder.
“Understood,” he replies, rubbing his cheek dramatically, “I still love you, Mackenzie.”
“No,” she states simply, shaking her head. “Just no.”
“I’ll win you over eventually with my charm and serial killer knowhow.”
“So attractive.” I laugh under my breath and move to where Joseph is keeping Mackenzie’s guest entertained.
I get annoyed at her laugh and walk away before Joseph finishes introductions. She has one of those nervous giggles that sprout at any fucking time and I can’t deal with it.
“S’up?” Nokosi asks as I approach.
“Can we go back to our cliff to get away from Giggly, Chatty, and everyone else?” I ask but I’m only half-joking. “I want to smoke weed and have sex.”
He groans into my neck and hardens against my thigh. “Why do I get hard whenever you mention sex or anything pertaining to?”
“Because you find me really attractive and devilish in the sack?”
“You’re not very humble these days.”
“I’m dating you… have you seen you? Imma gloat for the rest of my life at the world.”
Laughing, he guides me around the finished tent and lifts me inside where the mattress is ready and covered. My bag is stuffed to the side behind his and I’m happy to see two flashlights and a lantern. Within reach.
I take the biggest flashlight but Nokosi snatches it from my hand. “Mine.”
“Okay, Seagull,” I mutter petulantly, taking the smaller one which actually feels nicer in my grip but I won’t admit that to him. “So… who has the beer? I’m ready to get this party started.”
Nokosi cups his hands to his mouth and howls at the sky. I do the same, trying not to laugh as the entire camp joins in. It’s his thing and I fucking love it.
We drunkenly hit the mattress giggling… yep… both of us. Even Nokosi. He’s so wasted but so am I so who cares? The tent interior is spinning so I cover my eyes with my arm. It’s cold. Not so cold that I’m shivering but I just want to bury myself under the blanket.
He takes a gulp of his beer after fumbling with the tent zip and goes to lift his shirt over his head.
“Too cold,” I whisper, rolling onto my front. “I don’t want to get naked anymore.”
“Whatever,” he breathes and yanks my pants down just over my rear. I squeak, then laugh, then yelp when his cold hand creeps around my front and finds himself between my legs. He nudges his way into my warm sex, stretching my skin in a nice kind of way as his girth struggles to fit. My legs are stuck together so I’m not much help, and his chest is against my back so I can’t raise my hips or anything to meet him.
I relax, wriggling to help him find his way, sighing when he pushes into the hilt and starts thrusting wildly, grunting in my ear with each powerful jerk of his hips. I swear the truck bed moves but I’m too drunk to care.
It’s so fucking tingly but I’m too drunk for it to be more than that. Or at least I think I am. I soon find I’m wrong when the hand that guided him in starts playing with my clit.
I groan and bury my face in the blanket as he kisses my neck and grinds into me.
“So tight,” he whispers, getting harder and faster. “Fucking love your pussy, Lilith.”
“Shhh,” I hiss, giggling when he cries out louder just to be an ass.
“Take it in the ass, Lil!” he yells, still pounding inside of me.
“Oh my God, shut up!” I try to roll over, still burning with need, still laughing my metaphorical ass off. “I swear on all that is Satan I will shave off your beautiful hair while you sleep.”
He snickers, tipsy and happy and stops thrusting wildly so he can kiss me softly, forcing me to crane my head at an unnatural angle to accommodate it. Then he slaps my bare ass and keeps going, working me to orgasm before I even realize what’s happening. I almost scream… it surprises me that much. It feels incredible and I can hardly breathe when he’s done.
He holds his hips against my body until his own orgasm subsides and then pulls out immediately, finding wet wipes in his bag which we both use to clean up.
“I WANT THAT PASSION!” Mackenzie yells and Nok and I look at each other wide-eyed.
“I’M STILL PASSIONATE!” Bobby replies and I have to clutch my stomach to stop me from choking on my laughter. Oh it hurts. My sides are splitting.
Nokosi and I undress in record time, getting into our matching onesies that his father purchased for us specifically for this trip because he thought it would be funny. We both look like teddy bears but now I’m under the blanket in his arms, fur on fur, I’m so happy Dasan did. I’m so snug and warm in a way I never would have been in normal pajamas.
He also gave us a talk on sex education… reminding us that sex equals babies and disease and all that stuff. It was really funny. Nokosi didn’t think so. I couldn’t stop laughing into my shirt.
I told him that I got the implant over a year ago, so he didn’t have to worry about becoming a granddaddy just yet. He called me smart then asked when he could meet my mother. Nokosi promptly removed me from the house before his father could start talking weddings next.
In Nokosi’s culture they aren’t supposed to have sex before marriage, but his father isn’t as strict as most. He understands his son’s needs to explore life a bit before settling down. But I also think he’s convinced that Nokosi will settle down with me. Apparently Locklear men marry young and usually always pick the right woman for them. I can’t say I’m completely opposed to the idea. Especially if I’m now off the hook with my past.
That would be fucking amazing.
“Remind me to thank your dad.”
“Uh-huh,” Nokosi drunkenly mumbles and relaxes when I trap my thigh between his.
Lilith
Bobby throws a napkin at Nokosi’s head, so I throw a butter knife at his face. He ducks and screams like a little girl. It misses by a mile, but it was never meant to hit him anyway.
“Pussy,” I comment, grinning at him as he rights himself and kicks the knife across the floor. It scrapes along the tiles before coming to a stop at Nash’s table leg. Nash who is currently on his phone with a serious look on his face.
We’re in a diner just off the route home after a long day and night and morning of camping. We had to leave first light because the storm changed course and by the time we packed up it was ready to rain hellfire down on us. The clouds are so thick and gloomy they look almost black. But overall it has been a great morning and now I’m treating them all to pancakes and whatever else they order. Because everyone is poor right now and I’m desperate for greasy food slathered in butter and syrup.