“A nice touch, he says,” Caleb mutters, and I can’t help but lean up and kiss him before pulling out of his red-rimmed hole. He watches as I drag my gaze down his body. Then I spread his legs and watch as his cum-covered hole flexes under my stare.
“Like what you see?” Caleb asks.
“You’re shameless,” I reply.
“Just for you.”
Our gazes meet, and then I let him hold it for a moment before I stand up and clean us up. When I’m done, I hand him the clothes I dropped on the floor earlier.
“Still up for a hike?” I ask.
I see his ass clench, and he shrugs.
“Yeah.”
We fill up on snacks I brought and spend the next few hours wandering around the large stretch of land surrounding the yurt, the world seeming to slow down around us. Our fingers are linked the entire time, and every so often, for no discernible reason other than I miss him, I hook my hand around his waist and draw him closer, kissing him until I forget my future and what awaits me outside this place.
By the time we finally drift back to the yurt, the sun has set, a sign that the day is ending.
I don’t want to leave. This space exists for just the two of us.
“Don’t wanna go,” Caleb says, seeming to feel the same way.
“We have to,” I say, folding our clothes and placing them in the suitcase and his bag. “You have work tomorrow.”
“Don’t remind me. How am I supposed to get through an entire workday when I have your cock waiting for me at home?”
I shoot him a look and then grab the bags. “You had my cock before, and it wasn’t an issue.”
“Oh, it sure was. I was hardall the time. And now I know what it’s like to have you nakedandinside of me. I’m going to be miserable at work. Just counting down the hours until I can come home and sit on you.”
“Get in the car, Caleb,” I murmur, my cheeks hot, my cock perking up, as I throw our stuff into the trunk.
He slides into the passenger seat and turns his head to look at me.
“You’re staring,” I say as we bump down the dirt road toward the freeway.
“Can’t help it.”
My heart thunders in my chest, and I know that what I’m about to say could change things forever. For me. For him.
But for the first time, I got a glimpse of what my life could be like outside my parents’ control. And I want more than just a taste of it.
For the first time ever, I want to try to be free of them.
“I’m going to contact a lawyer,” I say softly.
His eyebrows rise. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I want to see if I have any options…any other choices.” I don’t give him more than what I already have, but it’s enough for now. And he seems pleased with my offer.
A crooked smile sweeps across his face, and he leans forward and presses a sloppy kiss against my cheek.
I flush as I brush the wetness from my skin, but my resolve doesn’t waver.
Not in him.
Not in us.