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Lucky (Part 3)

Lucky / Lucky pt 2

“Brendon,” you groan, scratching at his back. “Don’t tease me.” He pulls back and gives you a hurt look, telling you that he isn’t teasing. “You most certainly are,” you counter. “We are sharing a tent with one of your coworkers. And even if we weren’t, we are in a crowd of tents. They are not soundproof. How exactly do you propose to fuck me in these circumstances?”

Brendon considers. “We could be quiet.”

“Oh, there’s a good idea,” you grin, nipping at his neck playfully. “Why didn’t I think of that? We’ll just be quiet!” He catches your sarcasm and taps your nose affectionately. “Seriously,” you tell him. “It’s okay. Just...don't tease me anymore. I can handle celibacy; I can’t handle teasing on which you cannot deliver.”

“I’m going to deliver,” he murmurs into your neck, sucking gently. “I’m going to deliver so good.”

-||-

“Brendon! Y/n!” Bryan is calling your names, waving you down. “I set up the tent over there.” He gestures vaguely. “Prime campfire real estate.” He looks proud of himself and you grin up at Brendon.

“Prime campfire real estate,” you echo, and you know he knows what you’re thinking. Good luck fucking me now; anyone at the campfire pit will hear everything. Brendon nods, smiling at Bryan and thanking him. Bryan turns to go back to the tent and leaves the two of you alone. You slip a hand into Brendon’s and tug him close so you can stand on tiptoe and nuzzle his ear. You feel his body react to your touch and you smile. “But we’ll just be quiet, hmmm?” You pull back and grin as he gives you a mournful look. “Oh, baby,” you soothe, flinging your arms around him and pressing yourself against him. “It’s gonna be okay,” you whisper.

Pressed fully against him, you can feel his erection stirring. His hands slip down your back to hold you firmly against him in the hug and his lips rest near your ear. “It is not going to be okay, because surely you can feel my dick right now?” You nod wordlessly and Brendon squeezes you tightly. “We’re going to make this work.” You nod again. “Glad you agree, honey,” he says with a soft laugh. “Let’s go check out the tent situation.”

“Yes,” you smirk. “Let’s.” You slide your hand down between your bodies to squeeze his cock, biting your lip when he throbs in your hand. You tip your head back to meet his eyes. “There is indeed a tent situation,” you tell him and he laughs, rocking his hips playfully against your palm while asking when you turned into a high school boy. You flip him off and he nips at your finger lovingly, warning you about tempting him. “Okay,” you murmur, “let’s go for real now...Brendon!” You hiss in surprise when he slips a hand down to cup your ass as the two of you start to walk across the campground. “What are you doing? I don’t mind, but-ooh!” You jump a little when he squeezes.

“I’m touching my girlfriend,” Brendon says innocently. “Everyone else is already over there so there’s no one to see.” His fingers flex again before giving your ass a quick, light smack. You yelp and, with a furtive glance, throw your arms around him and push him back towards the dense collection of trees. “Baby,” Brendon murmurs through kisses, “what are we- oh god that’s good, your mouth, honey,- doing? What are we doing?”

“You can’t smack my ass like that and not get kissed hard,” you tell him as you push him up against a tree. “Your sweatshirt is thick enough, yeah? This doesn’t hurt?” You ask the question as you press against him. He shakes his head and murmurs that he’s good. “Good,” you whisper, grabbing one of his hands and placing it on the underside of your thigh as you lean against him. “Gonna grind on my man til we both come.”

“Fuck,” Brendon groans. “Baby, if I come- and we both know you’re gonna make me come- they’ll be able to see-“

“Already taken care of,” you tell him. “Trust your girl.” He groans again as you rub against his erection. “Oh B, so hard for me,” you murmur in his ear, letting the tip of your tongue graze his skin. He shudders and clutches at you needily, keeping your heat flush against him. “You like your girl grinding on your cock, honey?” He nods and you nip at his neck. “Good. Because your girl loves your cock.” You reach down between your bodies to slip your hand inside his sweatpants so you can rub your thumb over the head of his cock, spreading the pre-cum you find there. “So hot.” Your voice is a desperate moan blended with a hint of adoration. “Wanna get you out of these pants and stroke your perfect dick til you come for me,” you whisper, pressing your arm to his stomach when you lean against him to move with more enthusiasm. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, honey? You’d love that. Your girl jacking you off and making you come?”

“Y/n,” Brendon moans, head back as your lips move over his neck. “You know I would- baby, I gotta - I’m gonna - honey, your hand, oh fuck!” He’s bucking into your slick grip with urgency and you pull back to evaluate him. “Y/n, please,” Brendon begs, eyes wide and locked on yours. “You said me coming was taken care of, please, I gotta - oh Jesus Christ have mercy, honey, fuckfuckfuckfuck! I’m gonna co-”