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“Explain the plan to me, again?” Bobby asked as you dragged him through the woods.
You sighed dramatically. “Jason goes on a walk every morning at the same time,” you said. “We’re going to make sure he catches us making out, and hopefully he’ll get jealous.”
Bobby snickered. “We’re talking about the same Jason, right?” he mused. “I don’t think he’s got a jealous bone in his body.”
“Shut up,” you huffed. “He’s still a human being. He wants me, Bobby, I know he does. I just need to make sure he knows it, too.”
“Uh-huh.” Bobby bit back more laughter and continued to trail after you until you got to the rock that constituted Makeout Point. You wasted no time in pushing him against the boulder, your heart pounding as you crashed your lips into his. Bobby inhaled sharply and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. You tried to tell yourself that the rush of arousal running through you was due to the thrill of knowing you were going to get caught, but then Bobby slid his hand down to your ass and you moaned embarrassingly into his mouth.
Bobby slid down to the ground and brought you with him, pulling you into his lap so you straddled him. Threading your hand in his hair, you slipped your tongue into his mouth, another bolt of heat shooting through you as he groaned. When you rolled your hips, you could feel him starting to harden against your thigh. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you should not have been as turned on by that as you were. You were on a mission! You couldn’t afford to get distracted by the drag of Bobby’s hands against your skin or the way he whined when you pulled his hair…
You were so caught up in the way Bobby’s lips slid against yours that you didn’t hear the crunch of footsteps down the gravel path, or the way they suddenly stopped when you moaned too loudly. You nipped Bobby’s bottom lip, relishing in the challenging smile he gave you before he kissed you again.
“Um… guys?”
You gasped, your head whipping around to see Jason standing a few paces away.
“J-Jason,” you squeaked. “Hi.”
Bobby waved at Jason. “Hey, man.”
Jason grimaced and raised his hand in a small wave. “Hey, um— sorry to, uh, interrupt,” he said. “Just wanted to say—” He let out a short, pained laugh. “Don’t get too carried away out here! And, uh— stay safe?” His awkward smile crumpled into an even more awkward grimace. You watched as Jason turned tail and hurried away down the path.
Once he was out of sight, you turned back to Bobby, almost getting distracted again by the way his eyes flickered down to your lips. “Do you think it worked?”
Bobby shrugged, his hand rubbing idly up and down your bare thigh. “Maybe,” he said unhelpfully.
“You weren’t paying attention?” you scoffed.
His answering smile was… disgustingly sexy. “I was a little distracted,” he purred.
“Shut the fuck up,” you scoffed, pushing his face away as he tried to lean in for another kiss. “You’re supposed to be helping me, Bobby!”
“Oh, I’ll help you alright, baby.” Bobby slid his hands to your hips and urged you to roll them, his erection pressing enticingly against you.
“Bobby,” you whined softly.
“That’s it,” he cooed. “Louder.” Bobby leaned in and kissed your neck, sending shivers through you. “Make sure he hears.”
“Fuck,” you gasped.
“You know what would make him really jealous?” he breathed against your skin. “Listening to me fuck you.”
“J-Jason’s probably gone by now,” you mumbled. You bit back a moan as he slid his tongue up the column of your neck.
“Maybe,” Bobby amended. “Or, maybe he’s behind a tree, getting off on hearing you all hot and bothered.” He let out a low chuckle. “I know I am.”
Another flood of arousal, this one almost frustrating in its intensity. This was not how you wanted your plan to unfold, but Bobby was getting to you. You couldn’t help it, you rolled your hips, grinding against him so you could feel exactly what he was talking about. Bobby moaned into your neck and nipped just below your jaw, hard enough that you could feel a bruise start to bloom. You melted against him, and he took that as a sign you didn’t mind the marks. He practically attacked you, biting you and sucking hickeys into your skin until you were shaking and keening in his arms.
Bobby urged you to rock against him and looked up at you with hazy eyes, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“D-Don’t fucking look at me like that,” you muttered, grabbing his chin and pushing his face back.
“Why?” he asked with a grin. “Does it turn you on?”
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” you huffed.
“I would,” he confirmed. Bobby easily fought against your hold on him, your grip on his chin not that hard to begin with, and you allowed him to kiss you. He prompted you to lift your hips and slid his hand between your legs, rubbing you through your jean shorts. You moaned into his mouth, cursing him out in your head even as you ground against his hand.
You didn’t stop him as he hurriedly undid your fly and slid his hand down the front of your shorts. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned as he slid two fingers between your folds. “Already nice and wet for me.” Bobby grinned. “Don’t try and bullshit me; I know this is all because of me, not him.”
He was, unfortunately, correct—but you didn’t need to let him know that. “You wish,” you scoffed. “You couldn’t get me wet if you dumped me in the lake, Bobby.”
Bobby had the audacity to laugh. “Nice try, but it’s useless telling me that when I have my hand shoved in your pants,” he mused. Bobby carefully pushed his fingers into you, smiling when you moaned. “Because it’s not Jason doing this to you, is it, baby?” he tutted playfully.
You bit back a sharp retort, not sure whether you should push him away or rock your hips to push his fingers in deeper.
“Go on, tell me,” he goaded. “Is it Jason?”
“No,” you muttered.
Bobby teasingly slid his fingers from you, making you whine. “What was that?”
“No!” you gasped. “It’s you, Bobby, you’re touching me.”
“Good girl,” he praised, thrusting his fingers back into you. Bobby began to work his hand slowly, making you whine and squirm above him. “Say my name again.”
“Earn it,” you breathed.
Bobby groaned and used his free hand to grab the back of your neck, pulling you into a bruising kiss. He curled his fingers and pressed the heel of his hand against your clit, the pressure so good that you moaned helplessly into his mouth. You humped his hand, knowing you probably looked desperate, but you couldn’t find it in you to care.
“Say it, or I’ll take my hand back and leave you like this,” he threatened, panting softly.
“N-No, don’t,” you gasped, bucking against his hand.
Bobby looked up at you expectantly, his eyebrows raised.
You took a deep breath. “Bobby,” you said flatly.
He tutted. “Not good enough.” Bobby started to withdraw his hand, making you shiver.
“Wait, Bobby—“ you whined.
“That’s better,” he admitted. “Try it again, but add a little more moan to it.” Bobby grinned up at you.
You felt flushed from head to toe, embarrassment mixing with need and forming a heady cocktail. “Oh, you’re a fucking director now?” you ground out through gritted teeth.
“Well, if it’s an issue—“
You caught his wrist and let out another whine. “Please, Bobby, please make me cum.” You bucked against his hand, trying desperately to get back that delicious pressure.
“There we go,” he sighed, satisfied, and slid his fingers back into you. “Was that so hard?”
“I hate you,” you muttered as you fucked yourself on his hand.
“I beg to differ,” Bobby said with a laugh. “I’d say you can’t get enough of me.” He pulled you into a kiss and slid his tongue into your mouth, making you gasp. He curled his fingers perfectly, pressing against the spot inside you that made you see stars, and with another roll of your hips, you were cumming on his hand. “Fuck, baby, that’s it,” he praised, fingering you through your orgasm. “God, I’d love to feel that happen around my dick. You’re gonna let me fuck you, aren’t you?”
“N-Not a shot in hell,” you breathed as you slumped against his chest.
“Aw, what?” Bobby whined. You shivered as he finally pulled his hand from your shorts. “I helped you with your stupid plan and you got to cum. How is that even a little bit fair?”
You leaned in and idly kissed his neck, biting back a smile. You were lying, of course, because you enjoyed hearing him be a baby about it. “You’re an asshole, Bobby,” you cooed, “why the fuck would I let you stick your dick in me?”
“Uh, cause it’ll be great?” he scoffed.
Your hand darted down and ran over his tented blue jeans. “Feels like it’ll be painfully average to me,” you teased. “But—“ You sighed dramatically and sat up, having caught your breath. “I guess I could at least let you rub against me, if you’re that desperate for it.”
You stood up and Bobby shot up eagerly beside you. You placed your hands on the boulder and Bobby curled around you from behind, his hands sliding up your shirt so he could grope your chest. He ground against your ass, his breath coming out in little pants against the shell of your ear. “You should really let me fuck you,” he reasoned. “I don’t wanna spill in my jeans.”
You laughed, glancing at him over your shoulder. “You’re serious?” you asked. “Your big argument is that you don’t want to get messy?”
“Well, you clearly don’t care about your own pleasure, or I’d already be in you,” grumbled Bobby.
“Bobby—“
He groaned and rested his forehead against the back of your neck. “Please?” he begged. “Is that what you want me to say? Because I’ll beg for it, I don’t care, I have no shame.” Bobby held you closer, molding your body against his.
You rolled your hips back to tease him further. “Go on, then,” you purred. “Beg for it.”
Bobby cursed under his breath and you felt him shudder. His hips paused suddenly and he panted softly against the shell of your ear, his arms keeping you pinned against his chest.
“Oh my God,” you said with a laugh. “Don’t tell me—!”
“Don’t— just shut the fuck up,” he groaned, resting his head on your shoulder.
“Oh, Bobby ,” you mused in utter delight. You turned in his arms and took his face in your hands, marveling at the heavy blush that stained his cheeks. “You didn’t.”
“I told you to shut up,” he spat, though the vitriol behind it was weak at best.
“Is it weird that I think it’s kind of cute?” you asked, scrunching up your nose as you grinned. “I guess I got you pretty worked up, huh, baby?”
He exhaled shakily. “Understatement,” he muttered.
“It’s probably for the best that I didn’t let you put it in.” You bit your bottom to hold back your growing grin. “You would’ve lasted, like, a second.”
“I can last longer,” he protested. “It’s just, y’know, I didn’t jerk off this morning, and you’re… you know.”
“No, I don’t think I know what you’re referring to,” you hummed. You grabbed him by the belt loops, pulling him with you as you leaned against the boulder. Bobby rested his forearm on the rock above your head, effectively trapping you as he leaned in for a kiss. You allowed it, sighing through your nose as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
You nipped his bottom lip as you pulled back. “We can work on your stamina later,” you purred.
“Later?” he repeated with a devilish smile. “Meaning we’re gonna do this again?”
“I haven’t won Jason over yet, have I?” You ducked around him and headed back to the path. “C’mon,” you called over your shoulder. “You need to change before activities start.”
Bobby caught up with you and took your hand, threading your fingers together as you walked.
You stifled a laugh with your other hand. “Is this how it’s gonna be now?”
“Yeah,” he confirmed with a nod. “It is.” As an afterthought, he added, “You wanna make him jealous, right? You gotta give him something to be jealous of.”
You grinned. “You’re kind of cute, you know?” you mused.
Bobby smiled playfully and ran his hand through his hair. “Yeah,” he sighed. “I know.” He glanced over to you. “Maybe you’ll fall for me, instead.”
You rolled your eyes. “Sure,” you said. “But only if you can keep yourself from cumming in your pants again.”
“Fuck off,” he groaned, making you cackle.