✮ I love bitchless losers ✮

“I don’t think this is a very good idea…” Jason whispered as he shut the shed door behind him, peeking out quickly just to make sure that no one was watching.

He hated breaking the rules, sneaking out late at night when he should’ve been in his cabin. But he loved spending time with you too much to not want to be a little rebellious when it was needed.

“It’s never a good idea.” You whispered back, your hand on his chest pushing his back against the door as your body was flush with his, “But that’s what makes it so fun, right?” You smiled, leaning in and gently kissing a trail up his neck.

His hands moved to hold your hips, a shaky breath leaving his throat as he laughed nervously.

“Right…” Jason smiled, his head tilting back as your free hand moved into his hair, “I just don’t want us to get in trouble.”

“Shh,” Your lips moved to his, “Baby, you always get so nervous, just relax…” Your hand moved from his chest down to his groin, carefully dragging over your fingernails over the denim covering his slowly hardening length.

His hands gripped at your hips, a strained moan escaping him,

“I’ll relax, I promise…”

“That was easy.” You giggled, palming his groin, lips moving back to his to stifle the groans you knew he wouldn’t be able to keep down.

He couldn’t help but buck his hips slightly, pushing harder into your hand as his moved from your hips to the soft skin beneath your shirt. Your fingers crawled up to the waistband of his jeans, carefully moving to the button before whispering against his lips.

“Is this ok?” You asked in between his eager, excited kisses, “I know it’s a little fast, but I don’t want to keep you out here all night handsome.”

“Yes.” Jason answered back almost instantly, “Please, just touch me.”

Hearing him ask so politely for any kind of touch from you sent a pulse through your body. He’d often ask permission for things from you, especially when it came to intimacy. Asking you to touch him, asking for you to kiss him, asking for you to stay just a little longer in his cabin so he wouldn’t have to spend the rest of the night alone. Whenever he had asked, you always wanted to hear it over and over again. His begging was so sweet.

You smiled and moved your lips to his neck again, slowly unbuttoning and pulling down the zip at an agonizing pace, slipping your hand between the denim of his jeans and the fabric of his underwear to palm his already hard cock. He was straining against the thin cotton, pushing his hips forward to encourage you to keep moving.

“You’re awful eager tonight.” You giggled, your fingers teasing at the elastic band around his waist before dipping them beneath it, his skin was burning at the touch, “You usually like taking your time.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” Jason looked at you with pleading eyes, his cheeks bright red as you felt his fingers trembling as they held your waist, “It just feels like it’s been so long…” He leaned in and gently kissed at your lips, “I missed having you touch me, I tried doing it myself but it’s not the same…”

You smiled against his lips, gently pulling down the elastic around his waist, freeing his hard cock from its constraints. A shaky whine left his lips as your soft hand wrapped around his length, fingers lightly tracing over the pulsing vein underneath. His hands gripped at your waist, trying so hard to keep his nails from digging into your skin as you teased him.

“Please…” He whined, “Please, I need it…”

You smiled and leaned in close, your lips gently kissing along the side of his face as you whispered into his ear,

“Need what baby?” You could feel him trembling beneath your touch, your fingers moving at an agonizingly slow pace up and down his cock, “Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck!” Jason said quietly through gritted teeth, a gentle layer of sweat starting to form on his forehead as he tried so hard to keep his composure. “I need to cum, please.” He couldn’t help himself from gently pushing his hips forward, “Please, please, make me cum…”

“Aww, baby…” You smiled, spitting down into your hand for lubricant, mixing it with the precum already dripping from his tip as you slowly pumped up and down, “I love to hear you beg~”

Just from the slow movements of your soft hands, Jason couldn’t help but let out a quiet string of whines and whimpers. He tried so hard to keep himself quiet, knowing that even though all the others were dead asleep in their cabins, they could wake up at any second and see that you weren’t in your bunks. He knew that doing this was a bad idea, it always was, but your sweet voice always persuaded him to break the rules every once in a while.

As your hand pumped faster, he could feel his chest tightening, eyes squeezing shut to try to focus as hard as he could on how good it felt to have you touch him. Normally it wasn’t this difficult to make him finish. Usually, all it took were a few kisses on his neck and some gentle whispering about how much you adored him into his ear to do the trick. He always got so embarrassed when he felt it come too early, but he knew you didn’t mind one bit.

Jason’s hands gripped into you, one still on your waist while the other had a fistful of your camp shirt, wanting nothing more than to show you how good you made him feel. He felt your hand squeeze just a little tighter and tried so hard to keep himself quiet, but as he was finally pushed over the edge it was no use. He only managed to let out one strained moan through his clenched teeth before your hand quickly moved to cover his mouth.

You tensed slightly at the sudden feeling of his warm spend hit your bare thigh, the leg of your shorts just barely out of reach. Slowly, your hand moved away from his mouth as he quieted himself, gently caressing his cheek as you planted your lips onto his. Jason quickly tried to catch his breath as you parted, smiling against each other’s lips as he came down from his high.

“Sorry…” He whispered bashfully, his cheeks bright red from the mixture of embarrassment and euphoria. The littlest bit of moonlight that peeked in through the curtains on the window made it seem like he was glowing.

“It’s ok, don’t apologize.” You giggled, petting back the hair that was clinging onto his temples, leaning in to peck his cheek. “But you will be cleaning me up.”