My body felt so heavy when I woke up. Before my eyes even opened, I stretched and sucked in a deep breath. My back was sore from lying on the hard ground and there was tenderness between my legs that wasn't horrible. In fact, it reminded me of last night and how it felt to have Paul looking up at me from between my legs.

He made me feel so good. I couldn't believe how badly he wanted to do that to me. It made me feel self-conscious at first, just being so exposed to him that way. But feeling his mouth on my skin and his finger inside me...wow. 

I fell asleep so quickly afterwards that when I awoke during the night, I felt guilty for not offering to do anything for him. Poor Paul felt so bad about making me bleed that he kept convincing me he was fine and he didn't need me to take care of him. 

But maybe this morning, I could convince him otherwise.

I opened my eyes slowly, taking in the sight of his near naked body. My whole body tingled as I smoothed my hand over his chest. Paul felt perfect under my fingers. I swirled my fingertip around his nipple, pausing to drag my fingernail over it. I watched the corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly as he sighed deeply. I looked to see if his eyes had opened, but they hadn't. 

I let my fingers crept lower, circling around his belly button and following his trail of hair, tiptoeing closer to the waistband of his bright red boxer briefs. I took a moment to admire the way his erection was pressing against the material, begging to be set free. I wanted to look at it, feast my eyes on it, figure out what it would take to make him explode. 

I'd held him in my hand once, jerking him under his clothes until he released all over my fingers. It was the morning he had watched me touch myself. Just the memory of that had me flushing hotly. I never got to look at him that day. I just knew he was hard and I begged him to let me get him off.

I ran my palm down the length of him over his boxers and he sighed softly. I guessed he was still asleep, but he could always be playing me. When I squeezed him gently, his hips bucked and his abs tensed. As I peeled back his waistband, my skin prickled with anticipation. Somehow I knew he would wake up and stop me. He was always trying to keep me innocent. 

I honestly thought I had seen nothing sexier than his chest...until I saw his hips. The deep v of muscle that wrapped around his hips just drew your eyes down lower. That tiny trail of hair led to a smattering of just a little more hair, that he obviously kept trimmed and under control. His cock bobbed in the air, just teasing me and making me want to touch it. 

A small whimper escaped Paul's lips when I wrapped my fingers around him and slid my fist up and down. He was so hard and growing harder by the second. A few more strokes and suddenly a bead of clear liquid appeared at the tip and began to drip down the underside. I shifted my body around into a bridge position and angled my mouth over him. I hesitated for just a moment, still certain he would wake up and tell me to quit it.

A quick gasp escaped Paul's lips when my mouth engulfed him. I turned my head slightly, looking for his eyes but finding his chin tipped up and his eyes not visible to me. His moaning had me squirming and rubbing my thighs together. I took more and more of him into my mouth, gaining confidence with every stroke.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt Paul's fingers gliding up the back of my thigh. "Is this a dream?" he murmured sleepily. 

I held back my laughter as I sped up my movements, stroking him with one hand, while the other fondled his sac. "Fuck," he gasped as I took him deeper, sucked harder and felt his whole body begin to tense. "Keegan, oh fuck."

His release was so close that I couldn't help but be bewildered when he dragged me away with his hand cupped securely around my jaw. I never let go of him as he pulled my face to his and stared deeply into my eyes. The sound he made when his orgasm hit was unreal. His face contorted adorably, but he never took his eyes off of mine. I felt him pulse and explode in my hand, covering my breasts and his chest at the same time.

I didn't even get a chance to say a word to Paul before he gripped me tightly and rolled us over. "What the fuck are you trying to do to me?" he breathed as he pinned me underneath him.

"Paul," I grinned, trying to push him off of me. "You're getting me all sticky."

He lifted his body away from mine, looking down between us and swearing under his breath. "You're naked."

"Is that a problem?" I asked innocently as my fingers dove into his hair.

Paul bit down on his lower lip and growled. "No, it's fine," he replied tersely before rolling off me.

"Are you mad at me?" I mused softly as I snuggled against his side and peered up at him.

"We need to get back. Your dad is gonna kill me if we stay gone much longer." I watched in confusion as his jaw clenched and he stared up at the roof of the tent.

I didn't know what I did wrong or why Paul was suddenly keeping his distance. It was definitely not the reaction I expected after giving him a blow job for the first time. Fuck this. I slipped on a pair of sandals and crawled over to the zippered opening of the tent.

"Where do you think you're going?" Paul asked gruffly, sitting up to tug on my ankle.

"Why do you care?" I groused. "You don't want me anyway."

"Keegan…"

I didn't wait to hear what else he had to say before I bolted out of the tent and down to the stream where we used to catch frogs when we were little. Paul could be heard still cursing and fumbling around in the tent as I fled. Maybe I was being a chicken shit by not confronting him and finding out why he didn't want me, but hell, rejection hurts.

"Dammit, Keegan, wait!" he called from the top of the hill as I slid out of my sandals and stepped into the water. I was careful not to slip on the smooth stones littering the creek bed. The water wasn't deep here, not enough to swim in. But it was clean and that was just what I needed.

I waded out a bit farther, to where I was now knee deep. I splashed water on my bare chest and stomach, washing away any evidence of what I had done in the tent with Paul. "I can't believe you walked down here naked," Paul panted as he finally caught up to me. "Shit, this water is cold."

I laughed and splashed a little his way. It hit him mid-thigh and he sucked in a sharp breath. "Oh…you…"

"Take 'em off," I urged, glancing down at his bright red boxer briefs. Paul didn't take his eyes off mine as I continued to wet my skin and wash it all away.

"I'm good," he scowled, bending down to scoop more water into his hands.

Paul gasped when I reached over to tug on his waistband and he gripped my wrist to stop me. "I don't wanna be fucked with," he growled.

I shrugged and glanced away, trying not to let him see how hurt I was. "Fine. I'll see you back at the house then," I replied tersely.

When I pulled on my wrist to get away, Paul tightened his grip. "I don't want you to go," he mumbled lowly.

"And you don't want me...so here we are." My voice cracked at the end and I tried to swallow back that enormous lump in my throat. 

"Keegan, baby, don't," Paul sighed when I turned away from him. "I do want you. That's the damn problem."

I sniffled a little when he pulled me to his chest, using my free hand to push him away. "I just got cleaned up," I whined.

"I guess I'll have to get you dirty again," he smirked. When I tipped my head back to look at him, he gripped me around my waist and lifted me up. I hooked my legs around his hips and held on tightly as he carried us back to the bank and sat on a tree stump.

"Paul," I weakly argued when he folded my legs around his back and held me tightly to his chest. "Let me go."

"No," Paul scowled. "You're not running away this time. I'm gonna talk and you're gonna listen."

When I twisted my body and tried to climb off his lap, Paul forcefully held me close. "I'm not fucking around, Keegan. Just sit here for a minute."

I sulked and hated the fact that I was so turned on by his dominant side. Once I stopped squirming, Paul reached up to cradle my face in his hands. "I do want you. Shit, I always want you. You just… surprised me with that wake-up call this morning."

I bit back a smile, thinking about how much I enjoyed exploring his body and the way he reacted to me. Well...the way he reacted while he was still sleeping. "Then why did you stop me?" I pouted. "Was it that bad?"

"Bad?" he scoffed. "There is never anything bad about the way you touch me, Kee."

My shoulders slouched and I leaned forward, pressing my forehead to his. "Then why did you stop me? Why did you act so cold afterwards?"

Paul sighed deeply, lifting his hands into my hair and guiding me to look into his eyes. "Well for one, you shocked me...in a good way. For two, I was so close to coming in your mouth and it really is good manners to ask first. I was just so close to the edge, I didn't think I would have time for that particular discussion. So that leads me to my third point. About why I was trying to calm down, that's what I was doing, not being cold to you. I'm sorry I wasn't more appreciative about your wake-up call."

"Did I…" I  paused to glance at my lap, then continued, "did I do it wrong?"

"Oh hell no," Paul chuckled as he hugged me tight. "It was all just too good. And you were...you know...naked."

Now I chuckled. "Yeah I was, because that's how you left me when you took off my pants."

When I leaned forward to rub my nose against Paul's, he rolled his eyes. "I know that. I just wasn't expecting you to still be. You seemed so nervous being naked in front me, I guess I just assumed you would cover up the moment you woke up."

I bit down on my lower lip as I considered my response. "I mean, yeah, I was nervous to be naked in front of you last night, but you made me feel at ease and you've already seen it all so…"

Paul sighed and shook his head. "But have you seen yourself? Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to resist you?"

"Paul," I blushed. "It can't be that challenging."

He scoffed dramatically. "Look at this," Paul lowered his eyes as his hands captured my breasts, cupped them gently as his thumbs brushed my nipples and forced them to harden painfully. "Look how beautiful your skin is...especially next to mine."

I smiled as his big, ruddy complected hands held me perfectly in his cupped palm. He continued to catch my hardened buds between his forefinger and thumb. "Look how your pink nipples darken when I play with them. Fuck, that turns me on," he sighed breathily. He lifted both breasts together, mashing them tightly, and allowing his tongue to peek out and taste the tips.

I moaned softly as my back arched, forcing him even closer, to take more of me into his mouth. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his tongue and how it teased one nipple and then the other. 

Paul was right. The contrast of my pale, alabaster skin against his gorgeous tawny complexion was quite the sight. We looked like day and night, coffee and cream. 

"I want you," I blurted out breathlessly. My mind and my mouth suddenly had a disconnect. Was I really ready for this? Or was I letting my needy body call the shots?

Paul gazed up at me, his tongue still hanging out after tasting my skin. His eyes went wide as he pulled back and released that perfect hold on my chest. "Say what now?" he gasped shakily. "I thought we were waiting."

I pushed my fingers into his hair and smiled widely. "I never said that. I've waited long enough. Let's go."

Paul looked dumbfounded as I rose up from his lap, grabbed his hand and pulled him up to stand. We climbed that big hill and tumbled back inside the tent together. "You've got condoms, right?"

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A/N: I know this is short but it went too long so I split it up. Next part is coming soon!