Crux Year

Chapter Twenty-Four - Shay

My forced bravado fades and I suddenly feel shy beneath Royal's intense stare. The firelight shining in through the material of the tent highlights one half of his face leaving the other have a mystery under a black shadow.

"We should get out of these wet clothes," Royal murmurs, his voice hoarse.

"Yeah," I agree.

Royal drops his stare, turning from me. Without his attention on me, I don't feel so expose. Awkwardly, I begin shedding my drenched clothes. When I'm in my underwear, I consider taking them off, but am quickly consumed by uncertainty.

What if he doesn't like what he sees?

What if I'm not enough?

My eyes sneak a glance at his muscular back that's now bare and exposed for my gawking. Sculpted shoulders. Flexing biceps. His ass is even muscular.

I'm a twig by comparison.

He looks over his shoulder, a grin teasing the corner of his lips. "I can't believe we're doing this." His stare rakes down my naked chest and settles at the bulge in my underwear.

"I don't look like you," I blurt out, hating the way my voice cracks.

"So?"

I scowl, unable to look him in the eyes. "Don't act like it doesn't matter to you." Flopping down onto my back, I fling an arm over my face. "Everything about you is big. I'm sure that is big too."

He straddles me, sitting on my thighs. My dick turns to stone, not at all shy as it tries to rip through the material. Royal runs a fingertip down my chest, the touch almost reverent. I can't help but peek at him from beneath where I'm hiding under my arm.

"Do you want to touch it and see?" he taunts in the barest of whispers.

I swallow hard and nod. He takes the wrist of the arm covering my eyes and drags it toward him.

"Feel," he murmurs, pressing my hand to his dick.

A thrill shoots through me knowing I make him as hard as he makes me. Maybe I'm not as muscular or tall or have a giant cock, but there's something he finds attractive about me or he wouldn't be sporting the biggest erection known to man right now. Emboldened, I grip him over the material, squeezing gently. His breath hitches.

He abandons holding my hand, diving down to kiss me. Our lips meet in mutual frenzied need. I bite his lip and he groans.

"Shh," I whisper, grinning against his mouth. "Our dads can't hear."

His hips grind against mine, rubbing his cock against me. This time it's me who can barely control the blissful sounds coming from him. Royal devours it with a deep kiss. For several minutes, all we do is quietly breathe into each other's mouths while rutting against each other. My underwear are sticky with pre-cum. If we keep it up, I'll make a mess in my underwear.

"I want to feel you," I plead. "Your skin on mine."

He pulls back and all too eagerly rips his underwear down his thighs. I greedily stare at his cock as it bobs heavily, dripping pre-cum on my lower stomach. A flutter of pleasure dances inside me.

I do this to him.

Me.

His grin lights me on fire. As soon as he's divested himself of his underwear, he hooks his fingers into my waistband, eyes meeting mine.