9. Beau
Chapter 9
Beau
L ucas sat next to me as my rusty old truck shuddered down the road. Pa, Mabel, and Frank were in the much nicer truck ahead of us. There was plenty of space in the new truck for all five of us, but for some reason Mabel insisted we drive separate. She claimed she needed the extra space, though what for, I had no idea. All I knew was that I didn’t trust myself to be alone with Lucas. After our unexpected kiss the day before, it was all I could do to keep myself under control. I’d spent half the night awake with a boner that refused to go away. Only after I jerked off to the thought of him for the second time did I get any sleep. And now that he was right next to me, it was back. How the hell was I going to get through the fair like this?
I kept telling myself I couldn’t have him. That no one would ever accept a gay cowboy and a city slicker, especially not when they expected me to get back with Amber May. Our ranch was already too small to compete with the bigger operations in Texas. One bad rumor about me might be the final nail in the coffin and then four generations of hard work would go flying out the window. I couldn’t risk that no matter how beautiful Lucas’s green eyes were or how good his ass looked in those tight black jeans. I risked another glance in his direction. Fuck he was beautiful.
Lucas caught me staring and flashed that devilish grin of his. “See something you like, cowboy?” he teased, his voice low and husky.
I swallowed hard, my grip tightening on the steering wheel. “Just... admiring the scenery,” I managed to croak out.
He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “Is that what we're calling it now?” His hand brushed against my thigh, and I nearly swerved off the road.
“Lucas,” I warned, my voice strained. “We can't...”
“Can't what?” he asked innocently, but his eyes were anything but. “I'm just getting my water bottle.”
He picked it up, taking a small swig to transform his lie into truth. I tried to focus on the road ahead, but it was impossible with Lucas so close. The heat of his body seemed to radiate through the cab of the truck, and the scent of his cologne made it difficult to form coherent thoughts. Not that I needed any of those because I knew they’d all be about him, anyway.
“You know damn well what,” I growled, trying to keep my eyes on the road. But it was a losing battle. I couldn't help but watch as a drop of water escaped the corner of his mouth, trailing down his neck. I wanted to lick it off.
Lucas smirked, clearly aware of the effect he was having on me. “I don't know what you mean, Beau. I'm just sitting here, minding my own business.”
“The hell you are.”
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “You don’t agree?” he whispered. “If you’ve got something to say cowboy, say it.”
My hands clenched the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. “Lucas, please,” I begged, not sure if I was asking him to stop or to never stop .
He pulled back slightly, a hint of concern in his voice. “Too much?”
I let out a shaky breath. “No... yes... I don't know.” I glanced at him, my resolve crumbling. “You… You don’t want me,” I said at last. “Believe me. I’m not your type.”
“I think I’ll be the judge of that, cowboy.”
Christ, he was driving me crazy with that pet name. “No. I’m telling you that you can’t have me because I can’t be…” I couldn’t bring myself to say the word. “I can’t be like you.”
Lucas's eyes softened, a mix of understanding and determination in his gaze. “Beau,” he said gently, “I know this isn't easy for you. But you can't hide who you are forever. Believe me, I tried.”
I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white. “I'm not hiding anything,” I lied, my voice gruff.
“Aren't you?” Lucas challenged, his tone still soft but insistent. “I saw the way you looked at me yesterday. I felt it in that kiss. That wasn't nothing, Beau.”
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “It was a mistake,” I insisted, but the words sounded hollow even to my own ears.
Lucas shook his head, a sad smile on his lips. “A beautiful mistake, maybe. But not one I regret.”
His hand found mine on the gear shift, his touch sending a bolt of pleasure through my body that made my skin feel as if it were on fire.
I jerked my hand away as if I'd been burned, but the tingling sensation lingered. “Lucas,” I warned, my voice low and dangerous. “Don't.”
But he wasn't deterred. His hand found my thigh instead, squeezing gently. “Why not, Beau? Give me one good reason.”
I could think of a hundred reasons, but with his touch setting my body ablaze, I couldn't voice a single one. Instead, I pulled the truck over to the side of the road, kicking up dust as we came to an abrupt stop.
“What are you doing?” Lucas asked, surprise evident in his voice.
I turned to face him, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “I can't... I can't drive like this,” I admitted, my resolve crumbling again with every second I looked into those mesmerizing green eyes.
Lucas's eyes darkened with desire, his hand still resting on my thigh. “Then don't drive,” he murmured, leaning in closer.
My heart pounded in my chest as I fought against every instinct screaming at me to close the distance between us. “Lucas,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. “We can't do this. Not here, not now.”
But even as I spoke, my body betrayed me. My hand found its way to the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in his dark hair. Lucas's breath hitched, and I saw his pupils dilate.
“Why not here?” he challenged, his voice raspy. “Seems like as good a time as any. We’re all alone.”
I glanced nervously at the road ahead, where Pa's truck had disappeared around a bend. “They'll notice we're not behind them,” I argued weakly.
Lucas chuckled, the vibrations going straight to my cock. “Tell them we got a flat then.”
It was a weak excuse, and I knew that, but I was far weaker. The words had barely left his lips before mine crashed against his, sweeping him up in a hungry kiss. Lucas responded with equal fervor, his lips parting to deepen the kiss. His hand slid up my thigh, sending sparks of electricity through my body. I groaned into his mouth, pulling him closer, desperate for more contact.
Our tongues danced as we explored each other, years of pent-up desire finally finding release. Lucas tasted like coffee and mint toothpaste, and I couldn't get enough. My hands roamed his body, feeling the lean muscles beneath his shirt.
Suddenly, Lucas broke the kiss, panting heavily. “Backseat,” he growled, his eyes vibrant with lust. “Now.”
I didn't need to be told twice. We scrambled over the center console, limbs tangling as we tumbled into the back of the truck. Lucas landed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the worn leather seats .
“God, Beau,” he breathed, grabbing my shirt and popping all of the buttons at once. “You’re so fucking hot.”
I gasped as Lucas's hands roamed over my newly exposed chest, his fingers tracing the lines of my muscles. The cool air hitting my skin was a stark contrast to the heat radiating between us.
“Lucas,” I breathed, arching into his touch. My hands found their way under his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine.
He sat up, straddling my hips, and pulled his shirt off in one fluid motion. The sight of his lean, toned body made my mouth go dry. A glint of gold caught my eye - his nipple piercings catching the sunlight streaming through the window.
“Like what you see, cowboy?” he teased, echoing his earlier words. But this time, there was no hiding my reaction.
“God, yes,” I growled, pulling him back down for another searing kiss. Our bare chests pressed together, skin on skin, and my cock grinding against his through our jeans.
Lucas's hands roamed my abdomen and down to the waistband of my jeans, his fingers tracing the contours of my muscles. His touch left trails of fire on my skin, igniting a passion I'd long tried to suppress. I arched into him, desperate for more contact.
“Fuck, Beau,” Lucas breathed against my neck, his voice deep with desire. “You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this.”
I groaned, my hands sliding down his back to grip his ass. “Show me,” I challenged, surprising myself with my boldness.
Lucas's eyes shimmered, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He ground his hips against mine, the friction of our jean-clad erections sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I bit back a moan, afraid someone might hear us despite the isolated road.
“You gotta be quiet, cowboy,” Lucas teased, nipping at my earlobe. “And we need to be quick.”
Without another word, Lucas dipped low, his fingers popping the button of my jeans with an expert’s touch. In a matter of seconds, he’d slid them down far enough to release my cock, the throbbing member springing free and coming to rest against his lips. He stared up at me, breathing in my musky scent deeply.
“Fuck…” he groaned, guiding his tongue along the sensitive underside of my shaft.
I let out a strangled cry, the sensation taking my breath away. It felt good. Too good. Better than anything else I’d ever had with a woman.
Lucas's tongue swirled around the head of my cock, teasing and tantalizing. I bit my lip hard, trying to stifle the moans threatening to escape. His green eyes locked onto mine as he took me fully into his mouth, the warmth and wetness overwhelming my senses.
“Oh God,” I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily.
Lucas hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard as he bobbed his head up and down my length. One hand gripped the base of my shaft while the other cupped my balls, massaging gently. The dual sensation was almost too much to bear.
I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away. The pleasure was intense, building rapidly in my core. “Lucas,” I panted, “I'm not gonna last long if you keep that up.”
But that didn’t deter him. Instead of pulling away, he just sucked harder, taking me deeper until my entire cock was buried in his throat. Lucas hummed around my length, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. My hips jerked involuntarily, driving my cock even deeper into his throat. He took it without hesitation, his nose buried in the blond tuft of hair above my cock.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my head falling back against the seat. “Lucas, I'm gonna?—”
He pulled back slightly, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock as his hand pumped the shaft. His eyes met mine, and intense lust staring back at me, and I was lost. With a strangled cry, I came hard, my release hitting the back of his throat. Lucas swallowed every drop with a smile, milking me through my orgasm until I was trembling and oversensitive .
As I lay there panting, trying to catch my breath, Lucas crawled back up my body. His lips found mine in a searing kiss, and I could taste myself on his tongue. It was salty, sweet, and surprisingly hot. I pulled Lucas closer, deepening the kiss as my hands roamed his body. I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, reminding me that he was still unsatisfied. My fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, suddenly nervous.
“We don't have to,” Lucas murmured against my lips, sensing my hesitation. “This was already more than I dared hope for.”
But I shook my head, determination flooding through me. “No, I want to,” I insisted, finally managing to pop the button open. “I want you, Lucas. All of you.”
Lucas lifted his hips, allowing me to push his jeans and underwear down just enough to free his cock. I wrapped my hand around him, marveling at how different his dick was from my own. It was a little shorter than mine, thicker, and uncut, something I’d never seen before. His eyes rolled back as I slid my hand down the underside of his cock, wrapping my fingers around his length. He let out a low moan, his hips bucking into my touch.
“Fuck, cowboy,” he gasped, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “Fuck that feels good…”
I stroked Lucas's cock, marveling at the silky smoothness of his clean shaved skin and the way he trembled under my touch. His breath came in short, ragged gasps against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I was new to this, but I knew what felt good to me, so I tried to replicate those movements on him.
“Like this?” I murmured, twisting my wrist slightly on the upstroke.
Lucas let out a strangled moan. “God, yes,” he panted. “Just like that.”
Encouraged by his response, I picked up the pace, my hand moving faster along his length. Lucas's hips bucked into my fist, his body tensing as he chased his release. I could feel his cock pulsing in my hand, growing even harder as he neared the edge .
“Cowboy,” he gasped, his voice ragged. “I’m gonna?—”
With a choked cry, Lucas came, his release spilling over my hand and onto my stomach. I stroked him through his orgasm, marveling at the way his body shuddered against mine. He lay there panting for a long moment, his cock still twitching in my fist. When he finally stilled, I brought my hand to my mouth, curious to taste him. The salty-sweet flavor exploded on my tongue, and I groaned softly. It was much different than my own and somehow way better.
Lucas lifted his head, a curious expression filling his features. “Did you just...?”
I nodded, feeling a blush creep up my neck. “I wanted to know what you tasted like,” I admitted shyly.
A slow, seductive smile spread across Lucas's face. “And? What's the verdict, cowboy?”
“Delicious,” I murmured, pulling him down for a deep kiss.
Our lips moved together languidly, the urgency from before replaced by a tender exploration. Lucas's fingers traced lazy patterns on my chest as we kissed, sending pleasant shivers through my body. For a moment, I let myself forget about everything else - the ranch, the town gossip, my family's expectations. In this moment, there was only Lucas and me.
But reality came crashing back all too soon. The distant rumble of an approaching vehicle jolted us apart. Panic seized me as I scrambled to sit up, nearly knocking Lucas off the seat.
“Shit,” I cursed, fumbling to button my jeans. “We gotta go.”
Lucas was already ahead of me, sliding back into the front seat and straightening his clothes. I followed suit, my heart pounding as I tried to make myself look presentable. The truck that passed us wasn't my Pa's, thank God, but it was one of the nearby neighbors. They slowed, rolling their windows down.
“You need any help there, Beau?”
“We’re alright,” I replied, trying to smile like I hadn’t just gotten sucked off by the man sitting next to me. “Old girl’s been giving me some trouble, but she’s alright now. ”
“You headed to the fair?”
“Going that way now.”
“We’ll follow behind to make sure you get there alright.”
“Much obliged,” I nodded, giving the neighbor a wave before I rolled my window back up.
I glanced over at Lucas who was stifling a laugh as I turned the truck over. He tapped his lower lip as he looked at me. “You got a little something…”
Reaching up, my hand came away wet, a smear of his cum on my fingers.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I murmured, throwing the truck into gear. Hopefully the neighbor didn’t notice that.
“You’re good now,” Lucas said, giving me a once over. “Onto the fair then?”
I grumbled in reply as we started down the road again, grumpy that I’d fallen prey to my own weakness. But now that I’d tasted him, I wasn’t sure I could tell myself no again. Maybe it was time Lucas and I had a real honest talk about how things were going to go between us.
At least there was one saving grace in all this. Lucas was going home in a week or so and my life would go back to normal. Since there was an obvious expiration date to all this, maybe… just maybe, I could allow myself a little bit of fun. After that, it was back to ranching and being normal. I stole a glance at Lucas as he fixed his hair in the mirror. But until then, I might be able to give myself permission to enjoy my city boy a little longer.