18. Lucas
Chapter 18
Lucas
“ C ome on,” Beau said, leading me by the hand toward the dark house.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked, looking back at his rusty truck sitting in the driveway. My rental car was still out on the side of the main highway out of town. “Won’t everyone realize what we’re doing if I stay the night here?”
“I’ll tell em you had car trouble,” he grinned, pulling me up the front steps. “And you needed a place to stay for the night. Besides, you can slip back to the guest room before anyone wakes up. They’ll never know.”
I felt like a teenager again, sneaking around behind my parents’ backs. I couldn’t help a wide grin. “Only if you’re sure cowboy…”
“I am.” He squeezed my hand. “I wanna know what it’s like to wake up next to you. Even if it’s just once.”
His words made my heart flutter and my stomach twist at the same time. Of course I wanted to wake up next to him, but I wanted to do it every single day. It seemed cruel that we’d only get to do it once or twice before I had to leave forever. And then once he found out what I truly was, I’d never be welcome back even if I could afford the trip.
Beau fumbled with the key in the lock, his hands trembling slightly. I could feel the tension radiating off him, a mix of excitement and nervousness that mirrored my own. As we stepped inside, the floorboards creaked beneath our shoes, and I held my breath, afraid we'd wake the whole house.
“Shh,” Beau whispered, pressing a finger to his lips. His blue eyes sparkled in the dim light filtering through the windows. He stopped only for a moment to hang his hat near the front door before he led me up the stairs, each step careful and deliberate.
When we reached his room, he closed the door behind us with a soft click. For a moment, we just stood there, staring at each other in the darkness. Then Beau's hands were on my waist, pulling me close.
“I've been wantin' to do this since I met you,” he murmured, his Texas drawl sending a shiver down my spine.
His lips found mine in the darkness, soft and hesitant at first, then growing more urgent. I melted into his embrace, my hands sliding up his muscular chest to tangle in his blonde hair. The kiss deepened, my body reacting despite the fact we’d fucked less than an hour ago.
Beau's hands roamed my back, pulling me even closer until our bodies were flush against each other. I could feel the heat radiating off him, smell the mix of leather and sex that still clung to his skin. It was intoxicating.
When we finally broke apart, both breathless, Beau rested his forehead against mine. “I've been dreamin' about that for years,” he whispered. “Kissin’ another man in my own house… in my own room.”
“I’m glad I could help,” I whispered back.
He took a step back, his hands moving to unbutton his shirt. In the faint moonlight streaming through the window, I watched as Beau's sun-kissed skin was slowly revealed. My mouth went dry at the sight of his sculpted chest and abs, the result of years of hard work on the ranch.
I stepped forward, running my hands over his warm skin. Beau shivered at my touch, his eyes fluttering closed. “Your turn,” he murmured, reaching for the hem of my shirt.
I hesitated for just a moment before lifting my arms, allowing him to pull my shirt off. Beau's calloused hands explored my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. His touch was reverent, almost worshipful, as if he couldn't quite believe this was happening. No matter how many times we did this, it never got old.
“Goddamn you're beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
I wanted to tell him that he was the beautiful one, that I'd never seen anyone more gorgeous than him in my entire life. But before I could say anything, those blue eyes met mine and his lips parted in a whisper.
“Lucas…” he said. “I… I want you to fuck me.”
My heart jumped into my throat, a light gasp escaping my lips. “Beau… you don’t have to do that.”
“I know that,” he smiled, pushing closer. He reached up, grabbing my hands and putting them on his waist. “I’ve never done anythin’ like that before and I… well I want it to be you.” He kissed me softly. “Because I trust you, Lucas Greene. I know you won’t hurt me.”
God, I wanted to die right there on the spot. If only he knew how terrible of a person I was, how I was trying to screw him and the entire town over just to get a promotion, pay off my student loans, and keep my shitty apartment. But at the same time, the fire his words lit in my belly wasn’t something I could ignore. I knew I should tell him the truth, that I should pull away and not let him go through with it. But the way he looked at me, the way his skin warmed under my fingers… well, there was just no way I could resist him. How could I tell my beautiful cowboy no ?
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “Are you sure?” I asked, searching his eyes for any hint of doubt.
Beau nodded, his gaze unwavering. “Very.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine again, my cock somehow harder than before. I cupped his face in my hands, kissing him deeply. As our lips moved together, I gently guided him towards the bed. The back of his knees hit the mattress, and he sat down, pulling me with him.
I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down his neck. “We'll take it slow,” I murmured against his skin. “Tell me if you want to stop at any point. The first time could be a little… uncomfortable.”
Beau's hands roamed my back, his fingers tracing the contours of my muscles. “I trust you,” he whispered again.
Those words both thrilled and pained me. I pushed the guilt aside though, focusing instead on making this experience as pleasurable as possible for Beau. If it was going to be his first time, I’d rather it was me taking care of him than some stranger who might hurt him. I kissed my way down his chest, savoring the taste of his skin, the slight saltiness from our earlier activities still lingering.
When I reached the waistband of his jeans, I looked up, meeting his eyes. Beau nodded, lifting his hips to help me slide them off. His cock sprang free, already hard and leaking. I couldn't resist running my tongue along the length of it, relishing in the soft moan that escaped Beau's lips. The taste of his pre-cum burst over my tongue and I groaned in pleasure.
“Lucas,” he breathed, his fingers tangling in my hair.
I took him into my mouth, sucking gently as I worked him with my tongue. Beau's hips bucked involuntarily, and I had to place a steadying hand on his thigh to keep him from rushing things. Just because tonight was his first time didn’t mean we were going to fly through it. No, this was going to be a lesson in beautiful, blissful torture. It was what he deserved, someone worshipping that beautiful body and cock of his like the wonderful man he was.
I savored every inch of my cowboy, taking my time as I worked him with my mouth and hands. His quiet moans and gasps filled the room, each sound sending a thrill through me. I could feel him trembling beneath my touch, his muscles taut with anticipation and desire. And yet he was holding back so much, trying to keep himself quiet so as not to alert anyone else in the old creaky farmhouse.
“Lucas,” he breathed, tugging gently at my hair. “Please... I need more.”
I pulled away, kissing my way back up his body until our lips met once more. As we kissed, I reached for the bedside table, fumbling in the drawer for the lube I knew Beau must keep there. My fingers closed around the small bottle, and I pulled back slightly.
“You sure about this, cowboy?” I asked one last time, searching his eyes.
Beau nodded, his blue eyes dark with desire. “Stop askin’ me that,” he growled. “I need you to fuck me.”
“Want me to use a condom?”
The cowboy blushed deeply, turning his gaze away from me. “Seems a bit silly now, don’t it? After what I did to you earlier.”
“I’m tested and negative across the board if you’re worried.”
Beau looked suddenly worried. “I… I haven’t been tested lately.”
I lifted an eyebrow. “When’s the last time you had sex with someone that wasn’t me?”
His eyes searched mine for a moment, his blush deepening. “Uh… sophomore year of high school. So… ten years ago.”
“Good god!” I laughed, covering my mouth to keep my voice down. “I’m sure you’re fine then. But was it really that bad?”
“First and last time I ever did anything with a woman. Been too scared to try it with a man.”
“Wait… was I your first experience with a guy?!”
He nodded shyly and my heart leaped into my throat. I was suddenly extremely self-conscious and kinda turned on at the same time. I’d practically pushed him into the backseat of his truck and sucked him off the second time we’d met. What a crazy first experience to have! If I’d have known, I might’ve taken things a bit slower.
“It was perfect,” he whispered, reaching up and cupping my cheek as if he could read my thoughts. “I’ll never forget it.”
“Christ, Beau…” I muttered. “You’re making this so hard…”
“Well, if it’s hard,” he winked. “Then I guess we’re halfway there, huh?”
The look in his eyes set my chest ablaze. As soon as I had that lube bottle in my hand, I was stripping my own clothes off and tossing them to the ground. Reaching down, I took him by the hand and switched places with him, lying down on the bed. He stood there for a moment looking confused.
“You’re going to ride me,” I said, pouring a generous helping of lube onto my cock. “If this is your first time, I want you to be in control so you can take your time. Don’t rush it and don’t force it. Just find what feels good and don’t worry about me.”
“But… I want you to enjoy it too.”
“Beau,” I said firmly. “It’s gonna take every ounce of my concentration to stop myself from cumming the moment I slip inside you. Believe me, I’ll enjoy it.”
He grinned at that and clambered onto the bed. Swinging one leg over, he straddled my hips, his body so much more thick and muscular than mine. I felt almost miniscule beneath him. But as he leaned back, my cock coming to rest against that gorgeous ass of his, I let out a small moan. Fuck he was sexy.
Beau's eyes locked with mine, a mix of nervousness and desire swirling in those blue depths. I reached up, running my hands along his thighs, trying to soothe him.
“Take your time,” I murmured. “We've got all night.”
He nodded, taking a deep breath. Slowly, he lifted himself up, positioning my cock at his entrance. I held my breath, watching as he slowly lowered himself down. The tight heat enveloped the head of my cock, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning too loudly.
Beau's face scrunched up slightly, a mix of discomfort and concentration. He paused, taking a few deep breaths .
“You okay?” I whispered, rubbing circles on his hips with my thumbs.
He nodded. “Yeah, just... it's a lot.” He glanced down at me. “You’re really big.”
“They all feel big going in that direction,” I grinned. “Just try to relax.”
Beau nodded, taking another deep breath. Slowly, he sank down further, taking more of me inside him. I watched in awe as his body accepted me, inch by inch. The tight heat was almost unbearable, and I had to focus all my willpower on not thrusting up into him.
“Oh god,” Beau gasped, his eyes fluttering closed. He was about halfway down now, his thighs trembling slightly with the effort of holding himself up.
“You're doing so well,” I murmured, running my hands up and down his sides. “Just breathe, cowboy. You’re a good rider, so I know you can do this.”
He opened his eyes, meeting my gaze. There was a vulnerability there that made my heart ache. Slowly, he lowered himself the rest of the way until he was fully seated on my cock. We both groaned softly at the sensation.
“Fuck,” he growled, his fingers digging into my chest. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
“You okay?” I whispered, my hands gently caressing his thighs.
Beau nodded, his eyes still closed. “Yeah, just... give me a minute.”
I watched as he took slow, deep breaths, his chest rising and falling. His muscular body was taut, a light sheen of sweat glistening on his skin in the moonlight. God, he was beautiful.
After what felt like an eternity, Beau opened his eyes. The blue of his irises was almost completely swallowed by his dilated pupils. He gave an experimental roll of his hips, drawing a gasp from both of us. The sensation was incredible, and I had to grip his thighs tightly to keep myself still. Usually I didn’t top, but if this was how Beau’s ass felt… maybe I wanted to do it more than I thought .
“Oh god,” Beau moaned softly, his head falling back. “That feels...”
He didn't finish his sentence, instead lifting himself up slightly before sinking back down. We both bit back groans, mindful of the sleeping house around us. Beau repeated the motion, finding a slow, steady rhythm.
I watched in awe as he rode me, his powerful thighs flexing with each movement. His face was a mask of concentration and pleasure, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as blond locks hung around his face. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him.
“You're so beautiful,” I whispered, running my hands up his chest.
Beau's eyes fluttered open, meeting mine. The intensity of his gaze made my breath catch. He was putting his entire self on display for me. That, mixed with desire, and something deeper that I couldn't quite name, filled me to the brim. He leaned down, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss as he continued to ride my cock faster and faster.
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer as our tongues danced together. The change in angle caused me to slide even deeper inside him, and Beau broke the kiss with a gasp.
“Oh god, Lucas,” he moaned softly against my neck. “It feels so good.”
His words sent a shiver through me, and I couldn't resist thrusting up to meet him. Beau let out a strangled groan, his fingers digging into my shoulders.
“Do that again,” he whispered urgently.
I obliged, snapping my hips up as he sank down. We found a rhythm together, our bodies moving in perfect unison.
The room filled with the soft sounds of our lovemaking - hushed moans, skin against skin, and the creak of the old bed beneath us. I was lost in the sensation of Beau's tight hole squeezing around me, the weight of his muscular body on top of mine.
“Lucas,” Beau gasped, his voice strained. “I'm close... ”
I reached between us, wrapping my hand around his cock. It was hot and hard, slick with pre-cum. I stroked him in time with our thrusts, watching as pleasure overtook his features.
“Cum for me, cowboy,” I whispered.
With a muffled cry, Beau came undone. His body tensed, muscles rippling as he spilled over my hand and stomach. The sight of him in ecstasy, combined with the rhythmic clenching of his ass drove me over the edge. With a strangled cry, I thrust upward, driving my cock deep inside him as I came. Beau’s eyes widened as my heat filled him, the sensation making his cock twitch in my hand.
We lay there for several moments, panting and trembling in the aftermath of our shared climax. Beau's forehead rested against mine, his breath warm on my face. I could feel his heart racing, matching the frantic beat of my own.
“That was...” Beau whispered, his voice hoarse.
“Amazing,” I finished for him, running my hands along his sweat-slicked back. “You did really good.”
He blushed, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “Yeah, amazing doesn't even begin to cover it.”
Slowly, carefully, Beau lifted himself off me. We both hissed at the sensation as my softening cock slipped out of him. He collapsed beside me on the narrow bed, his arm thrown across my chest.
“You okay?” I asked, turning my head to look at him.
Beau nodded, a lazy smile spreading across his face. “Better than I’ve ever been.”
He threw an arm over my chest and snuggled in, the sweat of his skin mixing with mine. He didn’t seem to care that we were both covered in cum and lube. In fact, neither did I. I just wanted to be close to him.
It didn’t take long for his breathing to deepen. I let my fingers trail over his shoulder as I pulled him close. It seemed like going for a ride on my cock wore my cowboy right out. I thought he was already asleep until he pulled me tight against him, pushing his lips up against my ear .
“I love you, Lucas,” Beau whispered.
Beau’s soft snores filled the room a moment later, and I had to do everything I could to stay still. Those words on his lips… they hit me in all the right places. It was exactly the thing I’d always wanted to hear from someone as kind and gentle and beautiful as him. However, it felt cruel to hear them now knowing that not only would I be leaving after the fair in a couple days, but that I’d also betray this man who’d trusted me so much.
And the worst part was, I loved him too. But I would never allow myself to say it. Not when I was going to hurt him in the end. That just plain wasn’t fair.