Page 53 of Don’t Be A Stranger

We’ve already done ones where we’re just smiling or playfully serious, but I should’ve known better when it comes to Summer. Because the way she’s scooting closer to me, now back to sitting by my side, is highly suspicious. Or at least, the way she’s trying to hide her grin is.

My eyes narrow when she rests her hand on my thigh, but I allow myself to relax when Summer rests her head against my shoulder. Right at the last second, before the camera goes off, she decides to bring her hand higher up my thigh and lightly squeezes me through my jeans.

“Summer!” My eyes widen and my head snaps in her direction when I realize that specific shot just captured the shock on my face.

I can’t tell if she’s laughing at me or the fact that she got the reaction she wanted.

“Quick,” Summer says while climbing back into my lap, facing the camera. I’m not even sure why she bothered to move off me in the first place. I just let it happen because I’m kind of stunned right now.

Summer takes my hands and rests one on her neck and the other on her breast.

“What are you doing?” My voice comes out strained as she purposely starts to grind down on me.

The picture is taken and she doesn’t bother to answer me. Instead, she quickly stands just to sit back down, except now she’s straddling me.

I should care more about the fact that the only thing separating us from the public is a curtain, but I don’t. Not when the feel of her hips against mine feels this good.

Summer kisses me again and I let her nip at my bottom lip as she dips her hand between us, reaching into my jeans and finding my dick.

I can’t help but groan into her mouth. I see the flash of the camera from behind my closed eyelids, but neither of us stop. Summer simply continues grinding down on me. She kisses down my neck, her hand still slowly moving up and down my shaft. I don’t even bother to look at the camera anymore. Instead, my attention is now fully on Summer.

She slips her hand out of my jeans and I can’t help but whine. “Please don’t stop.”

Summer swipes the tip of her tongue along my bottom lip. “Wanna play a game with me?” Just from her tone, I know that this is going to be a game I both love and hate.

“What did you have in mind?” My voice is hoarse.

She starts grinding her hips down on me slowly. Methodically.

“Let’s see who comes first.” She presses down into me harder. “Just from this.”

I can already tell I’m going to lose but I’ll happily play along.

I grip her hips. “What does the winner get?”

Her hips continue, not once faltering.

“Well, what do you want?” she asks, and I don’t really have to think about it much because all I can picture is her in the backseat of my car. Spread out. I want to feel her against my tongue and her head between my thighs.

“I want to taste you again,” I admit.

Her hips falter for only a second. “Okay, but if I win, you’ll finally take that shower with me.”

Well, isn’t that just the perfect win-win situation.

“Deal,” I chuckle but it’s quickly replaced with a moan.

Summer rests her hand over my mouth, the rocking of her hips quickening and my grip on her hips tightens. I don’t even know how this feels so good. Our clothes aren’t off. That’s a barrier I’m completely aware of.

There’s a full-on festival going on around us and yet this feels like ecstasy. I could become addicted to her hot breath against my mouth.

If we weren’t so close, the music would drown out our breathing. I rest my hand on the side of her neck, using the other to help guide her movements.

“Fuck,” I mumble against her hand. “I need you to go faster.”

I really should be trying to win right now but I’m sure if I asked Summer really nicely, she’ll let me taste her regardless of my failure.

Summer chuckles. “If I go any faster, I’m going to shake the whole damn booth.”