Dead of Summer

“But you can’t tell me he isn’t your type,” Darcy points out. “Come on, Summer. I see the way you look at him when he isn’t looking.”

My eyes close hard, and I sigh against the accusation. I don’t need to look down to feel the amusement rolling off of Kayde in waves. “I don’t like him,” I say once more, voice firm. “Now can you please let me go back to zoning out in the hot water?”

“It’s like he just disappears.” I don’t know if she hasn’t heard me, or just doesn’t care, but Darcy keeps talking anyway. “Like last night. He was with Daniel, so I went looking for him. Then I get there and he’s just gone. Not in the staff cabin. Not in his. What the hell does he do with his free time?”

Kayde pulls away, his touches teasing, and licks the tip of his tongue over my nipple, then languidly laps against the stiff, pebbled bud that’s so oversensitive I can’t help but hiss out a breath and writhe against the wall.

“So responsive for me,” Kayde whispers, voice nearly inaudible above the running water. He lunges upward, chasing my lips even when I pull away. His hands fall to my hips, mouth slanting against mine in a demanding kiss that’s just as bruising as it is insatiable. “Do you like it like this? When you could get caught?” I barely need him to finish the question before I’m shaking my head hard, whimpering into his mouth.

“I think you do,” he disagrees. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be grinding against my thigh like a needy little slut, baby girl. Is that what you are, hmm? My needy, slutty little camp counselor?” Again I shake my head, just as vehemently as before. “You sure about that?” There’s something dangerous lurking under his tone, and I open my eyes to plead silently with him, begging him not to do whatever it is he’s planning.

Because I know I’m really not going to like it.

Before I can even register what he’s doing, Kayde drops to his knees in the shower, startling a sharp intake of breath from me as he drags my left leg up over his shoulder, urging me to hook my leg against his back. A whimper leaves me, louder than I intend, and I freeze to see if the conversation between Liza and Darcy falters.

But it doesn’t, somehow. And Kayde wastes no time kissing down my stomach, his hands on me to keep my thighs apart and my leg over his shoulder. I want to beg him not to. I want to hit him, to force him away from me, and my hands flutter over him, not touching, as I wish I could do something.

Kayde glances up, something crosses his gaze, and seems to take pity on me as he grabs my right hand and guides it to his wet, golden hair encouragingly. He holds my wrist, still kissing between my hip bones until finally, cautiously, I curl my fingers in his mass of curly hair.

That earns me a purr, and a nip against my skin that has me shuddering, before his hand drops back down to my thigh, digging in hard enough to leave more marks.

“It’s not that I like his personality.” I tune back in just as Darcy starts on her rant about Kayde, and wish I was anywhere but here. “It’s that I like his face. I want to sit on his face,” Darcy adds, earning a quick sound of disgust from Liza.

Kayde seems to preen under her words, and tilts his head as if he’s listening while his fingers stroke up the inside of my thigh, running along the too-sensitive skin there. Lazily he finds my eyes with his gaze, watching me as his fingers wander further upward until finally they’re stroking directly over my slit, teasingly sliding between my folds just enough to make me shudder.

“Kayde…” I whisper, trailing off when I realize I have no idea what to say or ask for. He tilts his head, still stroking along my slit, but all I can do is shake my head, teeth sinking into my lower lip as I resign myself to what’s definitely considered inhumane torture.

Sure enough, he leans forward, breath hot against my center as he presses open-mouthed kisses between my thighs. His lips are soft when they trace my slit, and his hand moves to spread my slit wide for him, giving him better access as my hand curls in his wet hair.

The moment his tongue flicks against my clit, my hips buck forward, and I find myself murmuring sorry under my breath, though I don’t know if he can even hear me. But if I thought it might have bothered him, the chuckle I feel against my body tells me something completely different. His hands disappear, one of them coming back to wrap around my thigh that’s supporting me and holding me in place. The other runs up the inside of my other thigh, just as his tongue licks a long, hot stripe up my slit and nearly makes me scream.

My free hand comes up to my face, and I stuff my wrist in my mouth, biting down the moment I feel his tongue slip between my folds to tease and toy with my clit, again. He doesn’t give me any warning, and doesn’t even pause as he alternates between scraping his teeth against it and licking soothingly over me.

Instead, my grip tightens, and I lock my arm before I do something stupid like pull him tighter against me as pleasure courses through my veins.

A brush of his fingers against my entrance is all the notice I get before he slides two long fingers into me, barely giving me a chance to adjust to the intrusion before he’s curling them forward and rocking them in and out of my body. His mouth doesn’t stop as he does, teeth feeling sharp and scorching with every scrape against me.

When a third finger enters me, I bite down harder on my arm, eyes screwed shut and the conversation going on in the shower house overwhelmed by the roaring in my ears. I squirm against the wall, my heel digging into Kayde’s shoulder harshly. A soft sob escapes me, somehow going unnoticed, and at a particularly sharp nip to my inner thigh, I find myself unable to stop myself from looking down at him, eyes wide and begging for help.

Kayde pauses, a smile tugging at his lips. He nods, and releases my thigh to press one finger to his lips. With my eyes on his he leans in once more, but instead of licking or nipping, he unerringly finds my swollen clit once more with his tongue and teeth, seals his lips around it, and pulls.

I nearly come apart on the spot. Especially when his teeth join in and he’s sucking and nipping at the most sensitive part of my body, hard enough for me to see stars. Softly I beg him to stop, voiceless pleas mouthed against my wrist that I’m too afraid to pull away from my face in case I need to scream.

But it’s quickly becoming too much. My breaths are coming faster, and my chest is heaving, until at last—when I’m sure I’m going to either rip his hair out or scream—Kayde suddenly gets to his feet, hands coming up to cup my face as he crushes his mouth to mine and forces his tongue between my lips. My wrist is knocked aside as he does, and he gathers both my wrists in one hand to shove them into the wall over my head, pulling a sharp breath from my throat.

“Be quiet for me, sweetheart,” he purrs against my lips, coaxing them open once more as heat curls in my belly and I fight to stand still. “Can’t let them hear you. Can’t let them find us…” His fingers slide against my folds again, and he ignores my whimper of protest to shove all three back into me, his thumb sliding hard against my clit as he fucks me on three fingers.

“Kayde…” My voice is soft but desperate, a hiccuping breath as he leans forward to claim my mouth once more.

“No, none of that,” he admonishes in a whisper. “Don’t be loud. Don’t be obvious.” His movements pick up, fingers moving in and out of my soaked cunt fast enough that I swear I can hear the wet, desperate sounds my body makes for him.

“I can’t?—”

“Yes you can.” He noses at my jaw, urging me to lean back fully against the wall. “Yes you can, Summer. You don’t want me to kill them, do you?” It hits me that he’s turned on by this. By the threat of killing them if they find us. “I’ll have to make you watch, sweetheart.” There’s nothing hesitant in his tone. Nothing resigned, and I hear the tremor of amusement.

“You’ll have to watch me kill them. Darcy first…then Liza.” His thumb moves across my clit, and I whimper, face falling forward against his shoulder. “There you go. Use me to muffle yourself. Bite down, Summer. You can’t make a sound if you don’t want to watch me tear them apart.”

I shake my head harder, drawing a breathy chuckle from him. “No, we don’t want that, do we? I’ll make it fast, though. If I have to kill them. I’ll make it fast but Summer, fuck, sweetheart, if you make me kill them because they find you, then I’m going to go further tonight than I’d planned. I won’t be able to hold back with you. Not when your sweet, greedy pussy wants more than my fingers so badly.” I shake my head at his words, trying to deny them over and over in my head. My teeth sink into his shoulder as heat and electricity build at the base of my spine, and a soft whine is all the warning I can really give him.