Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Watcher Part One

Chapter 99

The Watcher Part One

Tristan and Deimos were in Tristan’s home in his living room that night. Tristan had his sheer socked feet on Deimos’ lap and grinned. Deimos massaged his feet.

Tristan: “How do you feel, Deimos?”

He asked softly.

Tristan: “I know tonight took a huge emotional toll on you. I’m not judging about this race you and Jaxon had… I’m glad I wasn’t there at all.”

Deimos took Tristan’s hands and kissed them.

Deimos: “I wouldn’t have brought it up if you were present. Your delicate self couldn’t handle that! That’s for me!”

He laughed and rubbed Tristan’s soft hands on his face. Tristan blushed and melted to his touch.

Deimos: “These hands are meant to hold fancy pens and credit cards, not rough work.”

He kissed Tristan’s hands. Tristan reddened, and his breathing hitched.

Tristan: “Really, Deimos, do you wish to discuss the events that transpired?”

Deimos grimaced.

Deimos: “What is there to discuss? My father is a fucking asshole. I’m not seventeen anymore, and I never asked him to pay my speeding fine. So why does he care? I wanted to have some fun with my friend!”

He said with frustration in his tone.

Tristan: “You two could have hurt yourselves or someone else, Deimos. I’m not chiding you or judging.”

Deimos looked away and drew a short, rough breath.

Tristan: “I just want to make sure you’re all right.”

Tristan caressed his hands. Deimos shrugged.

Deimos: “It’s my family. I don’t want to be around them. I get how Jaxon feels, especially with finding out Ichiro is using his patients as guinea pigs.”

Tristan bowed his head, thinking of Allan. Deimos knit his eyebrows and took Tristan’s hands.

Deimos: “I’m sorry about your family friend.”

Tristan smiled a bit.

Tristan: “It’s okay.”

He whispered.

The two leaned over and shared a kiss. Tristan wrapped his arms around Deimos as the two kissed deeply and passionately. Deimos scooped Tristan up in his arms, kissing him deeply, tasting his hot guy breath, and carried him out of the living room up the stairs and across the pedway to his bedroom. He carried Tristan to his bed and laid him down gently. Deimos pulled off Tristan’s socks, massaged his feet, and hovered over him.

Tristan rested his hands at the nape of Deimos’ neck, and Deimos lowered himself onto Tristan, kissing him and wrestling his tongue with his. Deimos grazed his mouth against Tristan’s jawline and down to his neck. Deimos licked and kissed Tristan’s neck. Tristan threw his head back as a moan escaped his lips. Deimos slid Tristan’s hair tie down his ponytail and loosened his hair. He rubbed his hardness through his jeans on Tristan and felt his hardness against his.

Deimos sat up and gazed at Tristan, who lay before him, his face red, his green eyes full of love, and his lips parted slightly. Deimos blushed and pulled his tank top off himself, revealing his toned body. Tristan’s face became a shade redder. His hands rose to rest on the wall of his masculine chest. Tristan sat up and pressed his soft lips against Deimos’ chest and down to his abs. Deimos shivered at his soft kisses.

Tristan stopped at Deimos’ hardness through his jeans. He bit his bottom lip and trailed his fingertips over it. Deimos’ breathing hitched. He swallowed hard and unsnapped his jeans. He unzipped them, sliding them down, and paused at his boxer briefs. He and Tristan gazed into each other’s eyes. Deimos swallowed that lump in his throat and slowly slid his boxer briefs down, baring his naked body to the man he loves. Tristan placed his hand over his mouth, gazing at his hardness and then at Deimos.

Deimos: “Tristan…”

He whispered. Tristan’s hands slowly rose. He ran his fingertips over Deimos’ cock. Deimos jerked, feeling his soft touch on the most masculine part of him. He threw his head back and moaned as Tristan’s slender fingers curled around his cock.

Tristan: “Deimos…”

He ran his soft hand up and down his cock. Deimos gripped onto the sheets tightly, gnashing his teeth and letting out a moan. His moans were music to Tristan’s ears.

Tristan kissed Deimos and lowered himself down to Deimos’ member. He reddened and kissed the tip. Deimos gasped, feeling his hardness jerk. Tristan laughed softly and trailed his fingertips over his tip, curled his fingers over his penis and smiled up at him.

Deimos gazed down at his gentleman love and placed his hand on his head. Tristan opened his mouth, and Deimos’ eyes grew large. He felt as if he were a bomb of ecstasy ready to explode. Oh my God, Tristan is going to suck my dick, he thought. I can’t believe it, after all these years, the man I love is going to pleasure me with his sweet mouth, he thought.

Then the two men heard a deep, raspy voice call out Tristan’s name, followed by a knock on Tristan’s door, and Tristan stood erect, dusting himself off and fixing his clothes. Deimos felt himself go flaccid and pouted. He grabbed his boxer briefs and angrily slid them on, followed by his jeans.

Tristan opened his bedroom door to see a white, lantern-jawed man with a muscular, solid physique and a noticeably darker patch of skin on his face from a skin graft and scars all over his body step in. Purple sunglasses obscured his eyes. On his head, he wore a beige Panama hat with tufts of white hair sticking out. He was dressed in a brown sports jacket, a brown and orange floral dress shirt, khaki pants, and dark gray boots.

He was Christian Trémaux. Christian is Tristan’s eldest brother—a 36-year-old married father of four. He was also a paranormal investigator and the owner of Gray Ghost Investigators.

Christian: “Hey, Tristan!”

He looked around and saw Deimos standing by his bed, folding his arms and pouting. Christians snickered.

Christian: “This a bad time?”

Deimos: “Yes!”

He huffed. Tristan blushed and laughed.

Tristan: “Hello, Christian. It’s a surprise to see you here.”

He cleared his throat.

Christian: “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt… Grandmother wants to see you two downstairs.”

He nodded. Tristan hung his head.

Tristan: ‘All right.”

He drew air through his parted lips and gave Deimos a look. He left his room.

Deimos looked at his groin. Tristan was going to suck my cock and his family interrupted it. This day is for the fucking birds, he angrily thoght and grabbed his tank top, putting it on.

~

Deimos and Tristan sat across from Honorine and Christian.

Honorine: “So…”

She sipped on some chamomile tea.

Honorine: “Christian has invited your grandfather, you two boys, your friends, Celeste and Jiro, and me to spend the Easter weekend at his cottage in Clare View Point.”

Tristan: “All right…”

He pursed his lips.

Honorine: “Chihiro and your nieces and nephews, along with their nanny, are already there. Christian will drive your grandfather and me. You and Deimos, as well as Celeste and Jiro, are responsible for your own transportation.”

She added.

Deimos: “No problem. I will drive Tristan and me.”

Honorine folded her hands on her lap.

Honorine: “Very well. Leave first thing in the morning.”

~

Deimos was driving to Clare View Point with Tristan on the passenger’s side. Deimos wore a Motley Crue tank top, torn jeans, cowboy boots, and a leather jacket and was smoking as he drove. Tristan wore a light blue polo shirt, dark blue shorts, and dark blue slip-on vans. He flicked his gaze to Tristan’s long, slender legs and his breathing hitched. I wonder if I will have any intimate moments with him here, he wondered.

Jaxon was driving in his car with Celeste on the passenger’s side. He wore a dark gray snake skin pattern shirt with the buttons unbuttoned to expose his dragon tattoo, black leather pants, chelsea boots, and a leather Jacket. Celeste wore a white blouse that tied under her breasts, jean shorts with roses embroidered on them, black leg warmers, black Converse, a black spiked collar, and a frayed leather jacket. Jaxon couldn’t keep his eyes off Celeste’s breasts.

Jaxon: “Damn… you’re gonna cause an accident!”

He joked and laughed, unable to keep his eyes off them.

Celeste bit her bottom lip. She leaned over, untying her shoes, taking them off along with her socks, and put her tiny bare feet on the dash, wiggling her toes. Jaxon bit his lip, checking her out. Suddenly, he swerved as he got distracted.

Jaxon: “Ah, shit! Watch it, baby! I’m trying to focus on the long boring road… not my long, sexy member and your… hot boobs…”

He laughed, and his voice trailed off as he got distracted by her again.

Celeste: “What about my feet?!”

She pointed to her feet with the shiny purple nail polish and toe rings. Jaxon flicked his gaze to her feet.

Jaxon: “Oh yes, those too…”

He purred and swerved again.

Lady: “HEY, WATCH IT ASSHOLE!”

A lady hollered out to him, blasting her horn.

Jaxon: “SORRY! I GOT DISTRACTED BY THE SEXY!”

He hollered back as she sped down the road. Celeste smirked and leaned on his shoulder.

Celeste: “Sorry, babe…”

She saw they were behind Deimos’ car. Jaxon shifted gears and sped up to catch up with Deimos, sliding into the lane beside him and winding down the window. Deimos saw him and wound down his window.

Jaxon: “Yo, up for another race?”

He laughed. Celeste grinned at Jaxon. Tristan cupped his mouth.

Tristan: “Deimos, please don’t!”

He pleaded and waved his hands frantically.

Deimos: “When Tristan isn’t with us.”

He smirked. Tristan drew a long breath. Deimos reached over and squeezed Tristan’s knee. Tristan burst out laughing.

Tristan: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Deimos!”

He playfully slapped him.

Jaxon: “All right, all right, fine! We’ll just convoy then!”

He laughed and waved his hand.

Deimos: “Sounds good to me!”

Jaxon maintained his speed alongside Deimos to keep up with each other.

Celeste saw a billboard for an ice cream place up ahead. She tapped on Jaxon’s shoulder.

Celeste: “I want to get something from that place.”

She pointed to the billboard of an ice cream place called “Lick a Stick.” Jaxon grinned at her.

Jaxon: “Your wish is my command, baby.”

He turned to Deimos.

Jaxon: “Yo, babe wants ice cream! Let’s pull over there!”

He instructed, gesturing to the “Lick a Stick” ahead. Deimos blushed at the name and flicked his gaze at Tristan.

Deimos: “O-Oh, sure, Jaxon!”

He stammered and pulled into the ice cream place, going through the drive-through.

He pulled up to the speaker.

Deimos: “What do you want?”

Tristan caressed Deimos’ cheek. Deimos froze and gazed at him. He pointed to the ice cream stick that looked like a light brown penis with cum dripping from it. Deimos hardened and reddened. He heard a girl say, “Hi, welcome to Lick a Stick. Can I take your order, please?”

Deimos: “One stick of ice cream in light brown.”

He said in a falsetto voice.

Girl: “That will be five dollars. Drive through, please.”

Deimos reddened. He drove up, withdrew his wallet, and handed the girl the cash. She handed him an ice cream stick that looked like a light brown cock with cum dripping from it. He froze and reddened, slowly shifting his head to Tristan, who blushed and bit his bottom lip. Deimos slowly handed it to him. Deimos quickly drove away, not taking the change.

Jaxon pulled up to the speaker after Deimos and Tristan.

Jaxon: “Okay, babe, what do you want?”

He grinned at her. Celeste leaned over Jaxon, resting her breasts against his chest. Jaxon grinned widely, fixing his gaze onto her boobs.

Celeste: “I’ll order it myself.”

She kissed him softly. Jaxon kissed her back.

Girl: “Hi, welcome to Lick a Stick, may I take your order, please?”

Celeste: “I want an ice cream stick in pale ochre, please.”

Jaxon: “Ooh, nice!”

He purred.

Girl: “That will be five dollars. Drive to your next window, please.”

She said robotically. Jaxon drove up to the next window and handed the girl the cash. She handed the stick to Celeste, who took it. The stick resembled a pale ochre penis with cum dripping down it. Celeste gazed at Jaxon as she thrust it into her mouth and sucked the cream right out of it. Jaxon shivered and melted all over with a tiny moan as he thought of her doing that to his penis.

Deimos gaped at Tristan sucking on that ice cream stick, his face beet red, he hardened through his jeans, and thought of last night of how he almost sucked his cock. Tristan gazed at him with a half-lidded stare as he thrust it into his mouth.

Deimos: “I have to go to the bathroom!”

He said quickly and bolted out of the car, running past Jaxon’s car to go to the men’s room inside the parlour. Tristan cupped his mouth and chuckled.

~

Deimos was in the bathroom and climaxed into the toilet. He cleaned himself off with tissues and reddened, thinking of him and Tristan. Maybe I should have declined this invitation, he thought. I don’t know if I will get any intimacy with him and my desires are burning more than ever, he thought and put his penis back in his pants and zipped himself up. He flushed the toilet and left the stall to wash his hands.

~

Deimos returned to his car, walking past Jaxon, and climbed into his car with Tristan.

Tristan: “Are you okay?”

He rubbed his shoulder. Deimos smiled at Tristan.

Deimos: “Yes.”

He kissed his hand. Deimos turned to Jaxon.

Deimos: “Sorry about that, we’re ready to go.”

He started the car. Jaxon turned to Celeste.

Jaxon: “How about we resume this with part two tonight… without the ice cream.”

He whispered in her ear. Celeste licked his ear and nodded. Jaxon shivered at the warm wetness of her tongue.

Celeste: “Sure…”

He started the car, shifted gears, and drove off, following Deimos.

~

Deimos, Tristan, Celeste, and Jaxon finally arrived at Christian’s cottage. They drove their cars down the driveway and parked them. There was a brown Dodge Caravan parked in front.

The cottage was a Cape Cod house with cedar siding. The trim on the railings and shutters was a pale blue. There was a short, narrow cobblestone walkway to the front door. Behind the house was a babbling brook with a bridge to get across, leading to a pathway. On the windows were dainty white curtains, and on the sills were flower boxes full of daffodils and sunflowers. A bird feeder dangled from the roof of the small porch.

Celeste got out and stretched her legs. Jaxon got out with her and draped his arm around her. Celeste smirked up at him. Deimos and Tristan got out. Deimos hooked his thumbs in his jeans. He dropped the cigarette from his mouth and scraped it with the toe of his boot. Christian came out of the house.

Christian: “HEEEEEY! Hey, Tristan, Deimos!”

He waved at them. Tristan nodded. Christian turned to Celeste and Jaxon.

Christian: “And you two must be Jiro and Celeste! Nice to meetcha both! I’m Christian, Tristan’s step-brother!”

He nodded to them.

Jaxon: “Actually, it’s Jaxon!”

He corrected him.

Christian: “Oh, okay, sorry, Jaxon! Nice to meetcha! Come on in! Meet the Missus, the kids, and the rest of us!”

He gesticulated to the four.

They entered the house. A small entryway led them to the living room on their right. A massive brick fireplace consumed most of the far wall. There was a blue throw rug on the floor with a matching sofa and chair. There was an antique rocking chair and two pine tables at the ends of the sofa, an old sewing table, and lamps made of cranberry glass. Hanging above the mantle of the fireplace was a giant moose head.

An antique trestle table stretched nearly the whole length of the dining room. It had a captain's chair on each end and eight straight chairs on each side. Jaxon grinned and waved at everyone inside.

Jaxon: “Yo, Jaxon here!”

He introduced himself. Honorine glared at him and sipped her tea. Gustave smiled inanely with cake on his face.

A tall, svelte Japanese woman with long, wavy black hair that framed her heart-shaped face entered. She had delicate features, soft makeup, and was dressed in a soft pink off-shoulder sweater crop top, pink jeans, and gold slip-ons. She was Chihiro Trémaux—Christian’s 35-year-old wife and the mother of his children. She was a fashion model, but now occasionally models for shopping channels.

Chihiro: “Hello, Tristan and Deimos! Nice to see you both!”

Tristan nodded to her. She turned to Celeste and Jaxon.

Chihiro: “Hello, Jiro! I know your parents, Hiroto and Mayumi! The last time I saw you, you were little! You’ve grown into quite a handsome young man!”

She said genially.

Jaxon: “Jaxon!”

He corrected her with an awkward smile.

Jaxon: “And thanks, I know!”

He grinned.

Chihiro: “I see! Is this your girlfriend?”

She nodded to Celeste. Celeste grinned, showing off her razor-sharp teeth, and nodded. Jaxon proudly wrapped his arm around her.

Jaxon: “Yep! This is my green queen!”

He grinned at her and poked his tongue out at Celeste. Celeste grinned at him and ran her nails over his chest. Jaxon shivered at her touch.

A relatively tall, teenage indigenous Mexican girl entered the room. She had an oval-shaped face, a button nose, light purple-blue eyes, and wore her emerald green long hair in twin half buns. She was dressed in a pink flower-pattern sleeveless shirt, jean cut-offs, and baby pink flats. Around her neck, she wore a Taiyari tribe hemp necklace with pink gems. She was Carmen Trémaux, the adopted daughter of Christian and Chihiro.

Chihiro: “This is our daughter, Carmen!”

Jaxon looked at her and then at her parents, noticing they looked nothing alike. He then leaned in to Celeste.

Jaxon: “Yo, I think she’s adopted.”

He whispered in Celeste’s ear. Celeste shivered and nodded.

Celeste: “I think so, too.”

She whispered back.

Two boys dressed in t-shirts, shorts, and sneakers came running through the kitchen and past everyone. They were identical half-Asian and half-white boys and the 10-year-old sons of Christian and Chihiro. Asashi had chin-length black hair that was slicked back, and Lucas had short black hair swept to the left. Carmen bared her razor-sharp teeth at them for almost knocking her over.

Chihiro: “Those two are our sons, Asashi and Lucas!”

She laughed. Jaxon leaned in on Celeste again.

Jaxon: “Yo, I don’t think they’re adopted.”

He joked as he whispered in her ear again. Celeste shivered to his whispers.

Chihiro: “And here is our Nanny, Kristen!”

A white, plump woman walked into the room. She had her light purple hair tied in a tight bun, and her flowing strands framed her full, lively face. Red cat-eye glasses hung over her motherly gray eyes as she watched a half-Asian, half-white toddler girl in her arms. She had her black hair in a high ponytail and wore a white dress with a flower and bunny pattern and white bunny shoes. She was Christian and Chihiro’s youngest daughter, Katie Trémaux, who was 2 years old. The woman holding her was the nanny, Kristen Butler.

Kristen gazed intently at Jaxon and blushed. Tristan quirked an eyebrow at her.

Jaxon: “Hey, I’m Jaxon and this is Celeste!”

He introduced themselves again with a wide grin.

Kristen: “H-Hello, Jaxon and Celeste! So, uh, are you staying here for the weekend?”

She asked nervously and brushed her hair behind her ear. Jaxon looked over to Celeste.

Jaxon: “Yep!”

He grinned and couldn’t wait for their alone time tonight in the bedroom. Celeste grinned at Jaxon, baring her fangs. Jaxon grinned at her fangs and petted her head.

Kristen: “Oh, uh, there is a swimming hole across the bridge and the weather is getting so lovely.”

She rambled. Tristan cupped his mouth and scrutinized her. A wide grin spread across Jaxon’s face.

Jaxon: “Swimming hole, huh?”

He beamed at Celeste, wanting to see her in her bikini and wanting her to see him in his new Speedo.

Christian: “Yeah, there is one! Why don’t you kids go take a swim?”

He smiled and patted Tristan’s shoulder.

Celeste: “I could go for a dip…”

She purred at Jaxon and wiggled her nails on his chest. Jaxon bit his lip and beamed. Yesssss, I can’t wait, he thought to himself.

~

The swimming hole was located in a hidden area, a few minutes from the cottage. It was enclosed, surrounded by boulders and a waterfall pouring into the swimming hole. Tristan wore khaki shorts with a black Hawaiian shirt open to expose his bare chest, black flip-flops, and a sunhat. Deimos wore dark blue swim trunks. Deimos gazed at Tristan, who smiled at him.

Tristan: “Deimos, I need sunscreen on me, or I’ll burn… Want to apply it to me?”

He smirked and leaned back, caressing his torso. Deimos gasped and squeezed the bottle of sunscreen, squirting it all over himself.

Deimos swallowed hard and gingerly rubbed the lotion on the wall of his chest, down to his torso, and over the band of his shorts. Tristan and Deimos gazed into each other’s eyes. The two kissed each other deeply. Deimos massaged Tristan’s shoulders, brushing the Hawaiian shirt past his shoulders. Deimos kissed Tristan’s neck. He leaned his head back and moaned.

They heard someone walking toward them. Deimos and Tristan froze, with Deimos holding Tristan protectively.

Deimos: “Who’s there?!”

He called out. Deimos scanned the area and found no one.

Tristan: “Deimos, I have a bad feeling about this.”

He whispered. Deimos gazed at Tristan and kissed him.

Deimos: “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

He said softly.

~

In another area of the swimming hole, Celeste lay on the boulder in a mini snakeskin Wicked Wolverine bikini. Jaxon wore a black Speedo with flames on it, which clung tightly to his member as he marveled at Celeste in her teeny tiny bikini. Celeste smirked at and shook her big boobies in that small bikini.

Jaxon: “Damn… what a view.”

He purred and licked his lips, marveling at her breasts jiggling. He swam over to her to grab her boobs. Celeste crawled over to him and shook her boobs for him.

Celeste: “The view I’m treated to is just as sexy.”

She purred.

Jaxon: “Hehe, I know!”

He purred smugly, winking at her. Celeste bit her bottom lip and sat up, untying her bikini top from behind. Jaxon licked his lips as her top fell to the ground, exposing her bare breasts.

Jaxon: “Ohhh, so beautiful!”

He purred and cupped her breasts, gently running his thumbs across her nipples. Celeste threw her head back, moaning.

Celeste: “Jaxon…”

Her nipples erected against his thumbs. Jaxon leaned in and kissed her, hardening against her as he squeezed her breasts.

Jaxon: “Celeste…”

He moaned into her mouth. She kissed him deeply and slid her hands down his Speedo, curling her fingers over his hardness. Jaxon’s eyes grew large when he felt her hand on his hardness, and he let out a tiny moan.

Jaxon: “Oh baby…”

He said breathlessly, thrusting against her and cupping her breasts as he kissed her deeply, hungry for more. Celeste slid down her bikini bottoms and pulled his hardness out of his Speedo. Jaxon’s eyes widened at the sight of her bare skin, and he pulled down his Speedo to reveal his hardened member, resembling the ice cream from earlier. Celeste traced her nails over his cock and licked her lips.

Jaxon: “Welcome to Lick a Stick, may I take your order?”

He teased her with a wide grin. Celeste squished his cock between her large boobs and licked the tip of his cock. Jaxon threw his head back with a moan.

Jaxon: “O-Oh, Celeste…”

He shivered all over to the sensation of his hard cock being thrusted between her mountains of flesh. She took his hardness and placed it into her mouth. She moaned as she sucked his cock and tasted his arousal. She grabbed Jaxon’s asscheeks as he thrust his cock in her mouth. Jaxon gasped and chuckled when he felt her delicate hands on his ass and the warm wetness of her mouth around his hardness.

Jaxon: “Mmm, o-oh, baby!”

He moaned, stroking her head.

They heard a twig snap and a man panting heavily. Celeste froze when she heard that. Jaxon froze and instinctively wrapped his arms around her.

Jaxon: “Who the fuck is there?!”

He growled, scanning the area around them. Celeste remained in Jaxon’s arms. From a distance, she saw Asashi and Lucas run to the swimming hole with Kristan behind them.

Asashi: “LAST ONE IN IS A SMELLY ROTTEN EGG!”

He shouted. Jaxon groaned, and his member flopped down and went limp.

Jaxon: “To be continued another time, my Green Queen.”

He sighed. Celeste quickly put on her bikini and handed Jaxon his Speedo. Jaxon hastily put his Speedo back on under the water.

The two boys jumped into the water. Kristen reddened all over when she saw Jaxon.

Kristen: “Hello, Jaxon! N-Nice day, isn’t it?! I love the view!”

She blurted.

Jaxon: “Yep, it sure is a nice view!”

He grinned smugly at himself and Celeste. Celeste grinned at Jaxon. Kristen gazed at him, admiring his good looks and sexy body.

An older, heavyset white woman showed up. She had scraggly, dirty hair, a large nose with a wart, and missing front teeth, and she wore a white shirt, dirty jeans, and rainboots.

Kristen: “Hello, Leanne! Nice day today, isn’t it?”

Leanne: “I wasn’t talking to you, girly! I heard a lot of noise from here and wanted to check out the view.”

She drawled in a thick southern accent, eyeing up Jaxon.

Leanne: “Hey, sexy, think you got too many clothes on?”

She snorted.

Jaxon: “Uh, yes?”

He shrugged.

Leanne: “Why don’t ya comfortable and take it off?”

She nodded. Kristen buried her face in her hands. Celeste stood before Jaxon, growling like an angry cat.

Jaxon: “No, thanks. Only my sexy green queen is allowed access to that.”

He placed his hands on Celeste’s hips from behind.

Leanne: “Oh, I’m sexy, too!”

She jumped into the water and slapped his ass. Jaxon glared at the grotesque woman.

Jaxon: “HEY! NO TOUCH!”

He scolded her, kicking her away from him. She fell back into the water and glared at him.

Leanne: “Oh, you’re gonna regret that, young man!”

She rasped and climbed out of the water.

Leanne: “I will have ya!”

She barked and marched off. Jaxon scoffed and turned to Celeste, winding his finger around his ear to signify her being crazy. Celeste nodded and kept her eye on Leanne.

Kristen: “I’m so sorry! She’s our neighbor and has been giving us trouble from the beginning!”

She clasped her hands together.

Kristen: “Are you okay, Jaxon?”

She asked with concern.

Jaxon: “I’m fine. Happens all the time.”

He shrugged and waved his hand.

~

That evening, Jaxon stood out in the back having a cigarette. He was back into his regular clothes and dried off. Kristen approached Jaxon with a smile and reddened.

Kristen: “Jaxon?”

She asked him and clasped her hands together. Jaxon shifted his eyes over to her.

Jaxon: “Yep, that’s me.”

He took a drag of his cigarette. Kristen bit her bottom lip.

Kristen: “Would you go into the woods to gather some wood? The kids want to have a bonfire.”

She said meekly.

Jaxon: “Sure can do.”

He put out his cigarette on the sole of his boot and sauntered into the woods to gather wood. He knelt, with his ass in her direction as he picked up wood. Kristen checked out his ass and reddened. What a sexy man, she thought.

Jaxon wandered through the woods, piling branches and pieces of wood into his arms. He heard twigs snapping as someone approached him. Jaxon paused and looked around.

Jaxon: “Who goes there?!”

He exclaimed and looked around his surroundings.

Someone slammed him against a tree and placed their hand over his mouth. Leanne grinned at him as she pinned him against the tree and brandished a machete, caressing his neck with the blade.

Leanne: “Now we can make this easy or make it hard, sexy… Your choice.”

She dragged the dull edge of the blade down his chest and torso. Jaxon shuddered with terror and disgust.

Jaxon: “Gmph phhm fnch nmmnm frnm mm!”

He muffled and glared at her. She removed her hand from his mouth and cupped his jaw, pointing her blade at his neck.

Leanne: “One false move and your head is off. I don’t mind fucking a headless corpse.”

She growled. Jaxon swallowed hard, and his heart pounded in his chest. She kept the knife to his throat and unbuckled his belt, and unsnapped his leather pants. Jaxon closed his eyes shut and shuddered. Celeste! Get this crazy rapist bitch away from me, he thought to himself.

Leanne’s hand rose to slide into his underwear. Jaxon’s eyes widened with horror and disgust. He closed his eyes and looked away.

Someone bolted at her and punched her so hard she flew across the woods and slammed into a tree. She fell face down and was knocked out. Jaxon opened his eyes again and beamed when he saw Celeste. Celeste wrapped her arms around Jaxon.

Celeste: “JAXON! Are you okay?!”

She asked anxiously, holding him close and caressing his hair.

Jaxon: “CELESTE!”

He cried out for her and held her close to him. Celeste kissed him all over.

Celeste: “Are you okay?!”

Jaxon: “I am now!”

He beamed at her and kissed her all over. Celeste kissed him back and took his hand.

Celeste: “Let’s go back.”

She held him close to her. Jaxon swung his arm around her and walked back with her.

~

Tristan sat outside in the backyard watching Deimos chop wood while shirtless. Tristan reddened and bit his bottom lip. Deimos flashed him a grin.

Deimos: “Are we… gonna get any privacy at all?”

Tristan looked around at Asashi and Lucas running around and sighed.

Tristan: “Our rooms are in close quarters with everyone, so… no.”

He frowned.

Deimos: “Well, you can enjoy the show in the meantime.”

He teased. Tristan bit his bottom lip.

Tristan: “That I can and I am.”

He purred. Deimos reddened and felt a hardness through his jeans.

Tristan looked away and thought of that noise they heard in the woods when they were at the swimming hole and couldn’t shake the bad feeling cultivating within. Deimos surveyed his gentleman love with concern.

Deimos: “Everything okay?”

Tristan snapped out of his daze and smiled.

Tristan: “Yes, everything is fine.”

Deimos smiled at him, but felt something was off, and he had a hunch it had to do with that they felt they were being watched.

~

Celeste and Jaxon were at the swimming hole that night. With their rooms being so close to everyone else’s, there was no way for them to have any privacy. Jaxon locked his gaze on Celeste and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his dragon tattooed chest, tossing the shirt to the rocks. Celeste drank him in, admiring the sight of her sexy boyfriend.

Jaxon then slowly pulled down his leather pants, revealing his black flame Speedo. Celeste bit her bottom lip, slowly pulling off her top, and gently sliding down her jean shorts, revealing her tiny snakeskin bikini. Jaxon was mesmerized by the sight of his sexy girlfriend. She wrapped her arms around him and stood on her tippy toes to kiss him. Jaxon wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her back. The two stepped into the water.

She lay against the rocks, holding him close, and kissed him deeply. She trailed her nails down his skin and cupped his asscheeks. Jaxon shivered all over to her nails and touch.

Jaxon: “Damn, you’re frisky, babe!”

He teased her, cupping her ass cheeks and tugging at her bikini bottom. Celeste chuckled and slid Jaxon’s Speedo down his hips and tossed it aside. Jaxon’s eyes grew large.

Jaxon: “Naughty! Bad kitty!”

He teased, smacking her ass and tearing off her bikini bottom, tossing it aside. Celeste moaned and chuckled.

She rubbed her warm, wet feminine core against his masculine hardness. Jaxon shivered with arousal when he felt her feminine core rubbing against his hardness. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, pulling at her bikini top, taking it off her, and pressing up against her large breasts and hardened nipples. Celeste rubbed her nipples on his nipples and grazed her mouth against his neck. Jaxon shivered with arousal and moaned. He ran his hand down the nape of her neck as he pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Celeste moaned into his mouth, tasting his hot guy breath, wrestling her tongue with his, and massaging his back as she kissed him. Jaxon’s breathing hitched, and he thrusted against her in a deep kiss.

He dragged his feet across hers as they danced in the water together in a sweet embrace. Celeste gasped and smacked his ass, grinding her pussy against his cock. Jaxon gnashed his teeth and grunted as he stroked his member against her pussy, slowly sliding it in. Celeste spread her legs, signaling him to enter her.

Celeste: “Take me, Jax…”

She whispered.

Jaxon: “Oh, Celeste!”

He moaned in a shade above a whisper as he thrust inside of her, holding her close to him and kissing her passionately. Celeste yelped loudly with pleasure as he thrust inside of her. She held the back of his head, her mouth to his ear as she moaned with each thrust. Jaxon quivered all over with arousal to her hot lips moaning into his ear, and feeling her hot body moving in rhythm with his powerful thrusts.

Jaxon: “O-Oh, Celeste!”

He moaned her name in her ear as he thrust inside her. Her tight core clenched around his penis as he continued thrusting her. Jaxon moaned as he felt her muscles clenching around his member. Celeste threw her head back, feeling close to the edge. Jaxon kissed her all over her lips and down to her neck as he moaned, feeling close to the edge.

Celeste: “JAXON!”

Celeste gritted her teeth and threw her head back as an orgasm ripped through her. Her orgasm was contagious, sending him spiraling into climax.

Jaxon: “CELESTE!”

He shouted as he orgamsed and released inside of her.

Celeste panted and gazed at him lovingly, her lips parted, and her skin hot to the touch. Jaxon locked his lips on her lovingly, feeling an electric pulse. Celeste’s mouth met his.

The two heard twigs snapping and that panting again. Jaxon snapped out of his ecstatic daze into one of primal fear. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her protectively. Celeste clung to him and scanned the area. There was no one there. Just silence. Celeste looked up at Jaxon.

Jaxon: “I think we should head in for tonight, babe.”

He kissed her head.

Celeste: “I agree…”

She clung to him close. She wasn’t sure why she was scared, but something felt unsettled in her. Jaxon took her hand to head back. Celeste walked back with him, taking their clothes. Jaxon walked with his arm around her, protectively.

From a distance, a figure watched them.