Chapter 17 #2
He nodded his head. I poured a double shot, then downed it quickly.
My mouth went to the smooth skin of his neck, flattening my tongue to get all the salt.
I licked and sucked it all off, then I went to his mouth to bite the lime.
Best. Shot. Ever. I pulled the rind from between our lips and dove back in to enjoy his mouth.
“I want you,” I whispered against his lips.
He smiled.“You have great ideas, but I think we should do a few more shots. The horses know the way home, right?”
I laughed. “Yes, they do.”
“Okay. Another shot for you and then my turn.” The look he gave me was filthy, and his eyes were already dark.
“You’re the boss.”
My lips returned to his neck, where I licked and sucked, this time a little harder.
He moaned, which made me ache. Once he was ready, I took my second double shot; we’d be feeling it, but as he had said, the horses would get us home.
I almost forgot the lime, because I got so involved with removing the salt.
“Now it’s my turn.” He sat up and straddled my lap. “The first part is getting you ready for the salt?”
I nodded. He lowered his head and started to kiss along my jaw, then headed toward my ear, where he licked the lobe, then down under, where he sucked. The moan I released was unintentional but not something I could control. He worked his way down. All the heat traveled down my spine to my groin.
“Fuck.”
I could feel the wet heat where his tongue left a trail.
He salted where his mouth had been a moment before.
When he placed the lime between my lips, I was more aroused than I had ever been.
He poured the shot, then downed it. Joe was very thorough with removing the salt crystals, leaving no particles on my skin.
“One more for the road.” He grinned.
I turned my neck and gave him better access, letting him put the salt back in place. He took the shot, licked a little bit of the salt, then took the lime. Once the lime was gone, he went back to my neck, but this time he rubbed his groin against mine as he removed the salt that was left.
“Oh. Fuck. Yes.” I wanted him to keep doing it. His hand slid between us, and he squeezed. This man did the greatest things to my body.
My hands went under his shirt, and I enjoyed his warm skin. Joe reached back and pulled his shirt over his head. I kissed his pecs, then sucked one of his hard nipples in my mouth and bit it slightly. He yelped and leaned into me.
My hands moved down to his waist, where I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
His gorgeous cock was straining, with a noticeable wet spot on his underwear.
As I wrapped my hand around him, the heat radiated up my arm and into my body.
The skin was smooth and taut. The feel of him in my hand aroused me in a way I didn’t realize was possible.
Using my thumb, I stroked up the frenulum, teased the sensitive skin, coaxing more precum from the tip.
Pulling the natural lubricant with my index finger down the head, I used it to slick the first few inches of his cock, unable to reach much more because of his jeans.
I knew how good it felt to have that tender area focused on, and there was no doubt I could make Joe fall apart by rubbing him there.
The sound of his moans as I teased the glans, then returned to touching the sensitive V, made me leak. My underwear was definitely wetter than Joe’s had been. He continued to squeeze my throbbing cock. When his hand left me, I nearly cried.
“I need to feel your skin.” He said between kisses.
I bit his lip and enjoyed the taste of tequila and lime on his tongue.
He freed me from my jeans, able to wrap his hand around my rock-solid shaft.
Without a doubt, this was one of the most erotic experiences of my life, even though he was doing little more than grasping me.
When he slid gently up my member, I knew I wouldn’t last long.
Bringing Joe with me was what I wanted. Based on the desperate noises he made, he was pushing me closer to that edge.
“Oh, fuck Gentry. Yes. Please.” I was glad he was almost there because I was so close.
I kissed him hard, butterflies fluttered, desire hit its peak, and I was no longer able to control the climax that barreled down on me. “Joe, come with me. I want to watch you fall apart.”
“Yes. Yes.” We both made noises that were unrecognizable and would live in my head forever.
We put our foreheads together and looked at each other, while we started to come down. I kissed him gently, but we stayed that way, looking at each other, feeling our feelings. His eyes were glassy. I knew he could see that this was more than hooking up. I already cared for him deeply.
“You are really special, Joe.” Voicing how I felt might have been a bad idea, but I needed him to know.
He leaned in and kissed me. “I like you so very much, Gentry.”
We cleaned up as best we could, then headed back, a little drunk, but the horses knew where to go. We shared stories about our lives.
As we rode home, I embraced how good it felt to have someone to share my hopes, dreams, and secrets. At least someone who could talk back. I leaned over and gave Dusty a pat.