Chapter 1 #2
“Step back,” I instructed, feeling better, empowered, and no longer like a poor substitute for the prince he was obviously kissing frogs to find.
As he moved to allow me to open the door and get out, I remembered I was actually good at this part, the fucking part.
Romance? Long-term commitment? Forget it.
But right now, hot and heavy, living in the moment, that I could do.
“What are you—”
“Come here.” I slammed the car door shut, grabbed his bicep, and almost wrenched him off his feet as I dragged him after me.
“Where are you taking—”
I turned so fast he nearly walked into me, and he stopped himself by bracing a hand on my chest.
“You want me to fuck you or not?”
He nodded, so I pulled him after me, around the side of the house, down a short hill and through some bushes, toward the barn where the large farming machinery was kept.
I took a left and shoved him against the side of a smaller tool shack.
No one came down there in the middle of the day, in the heat, even though it was shaded.
I would hear anyone walking over the gravel on our left, and to the right was thick brush. We were safe.
“Get those pants down,” I told him. “And that shirt off.”
He was shaking, but he did it, stripping on my order. The second I saw his hard, sculpted body, chiseled abdomen and chest, and watched the long, beautiful, cut cock bob free, I sank to my knees before him and took him down the back of my throat.
“Holy fuck,” he groaned hoarsely, hand instantly fisted in my ginger hair, which fell thick and straight to my shoulders.
I smiled around his shaft, and he moaned looking down at me, his eyes fluttering shut as his head fell back against the wooden slats of the tool shed.
“This is so… I had no idea it could be so… God.”
I sucked and laved and swirled my tongue around the velvet length of him, tasted precum and played with his slit. When he started to move, his body jolting hard before he began a slow thrust and retreat in my mouth, I leaned back, letting his throbbing cock slip from my lips before I stood up.
“Weber,” he hissed out my name in protest.
I shoved him to the ground, and he opened his mouth for me, but I pushed him forward onto his palms in the grass. He looked at me over his shoulder, on his hands and knees in front of me.
“Put your face down.”
He didn’t argue, just lowered himself, pressing his cheek into the sweet-smelling grass as he lifted his ass.
I spit into my hand, then leaned over and did the same to his pretty pink hole.
Spit was not my favorite lube, but I had been ambushed by passion and was unprepared, except for the condom I pulled from the back pocket of my Wranglers.
I only ever bought the lubed kind, which I was thankful for now.
Sliding a finger inside him elicited only whimpering need, so saliva seemed like it would work just fine.
“Oh God, please.”
The man was at my mercy, having surrendered completely, and was now writhing as I added a second finger.
I scissored gently, made circles, but kept the pressure constant, loosening him, stretching him, even as I bent forward and kissed up his spine.
His skin was like silk, and as I was rarely allowed to indulge in my favorite parts of sex—the nuzzling, kissing, caressing—I was taking my fill of my friend from the city.
Normally, on the rodeo circuit, sex was rough and fast. Never lovemaking, only rutting done in bathrooms or stables, not even in hotel rooms, because what if somebody saw you go there in pairs?
Small towns and even smaller minds kept everyone wary and discreet and frightened.
Without vigilance there could be a beating or worse.
I did not want to end up with my brains splattered all over the highway with not enough of me left to identify.
But this, on the ranch where I was working for the summer, a place that catered to rich men who wanted to pretend they were outdoorsy for a weekend, this was a place I could indulge in some spontaneity, at least briefly.
“Weber,” he gasped as I removed my fingers. “I…”
I slid my hands over the man’s sides, feeling the rippling muscles there: gym muscles, long, sinewy, and gorgeous. When my hands reached his hips, he started to beg.
Spreading my legs, lowering myself since I was taller than his six one, I rolled forward and slowly, gently, began pushing my way inside him.
“Jesus Christ, cowboy, you’re huge!”
Which was why I would never, ever just pound into anyone. As many times as I had been treated to pain in my own life, I would never be the cause of it in others. I especially would never hurt the men who trusted me to top.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
“God, no! No—don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
The noises he was making, the whimpering and whining, the chanting of my name, the flex of the muscles in his hot, tight ass… I was ready to ride him hard.
“Oh, baby, please.”
I loved endearments more than anything, but I would die before I ever told a soul. As I rocked my hips, holding on to his so tight I knew I’d leave bruises, he cried out my name.
How strong was I supposed to be?
My control was annihilated by this man with his warm, willing body, the melting eyes and golden skin.
Grabbing hold of his hair, I yanked back, bending him into the most beautiful arch of submission, his back curved, ass angled high, and the sharp hiss of breath it elicited sent me into a frenzy of movement.
I plunged in deep, and he yelled loudly, his channel clenching around my cock.
I let go of his hair, allowing his head to drop to the grass, and clutched his hips, pounding into him hard as he pushed back to meet each new hammering thrust.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I growled, sliding a hand up from the small of his back to between his shoulder blades, anchoring him down and to me.
“So do you.” He shuddered under me, and I could hear the tears in his voice. “I’m going to come. I can’t… This ache has been there for so… Don’t…stop.”
A bullet to the brain was the only way to stop me. My hips pistoned fast, and the high-pitched cry that tore out of him assured me I nailed his gland. “Come for me,” I demanded, my voice rough and low as I rocked against him, the hot air not moving around us, thick and heavy, all sweat and sex.
His breath caught, and he froze for a moment, the length of my cock squeezed tight in a hot, silken vise. He screamed out his climax, and I hammered him through it as my own orgasm built and crested and finally drowned me. I could not remember the last time I had come so hard, so violently.
Dropping forward, draped across his back, my chest pressing down on him, I realized, eventually, as the cloud of passion lifted, that I was probably crushing him.
“Wait.”
I didn’t move.
“Tonight, I want you naked in bed with me, so when we do this again, I can feel your skin on mine.”
“You’re gold all over. I ain’t nothin’ like you.”
He made a noise in the back of his throat. “I can feel you against me, all the power, and I can see your gorgeous veined forearms…and your hands… I want more. I want to see all of you.”
I smiled, rubbing my stubbly jaw between his shoulder blades. I knew every part of him was overly sensitized, but I didn’t care.
“Jesus, cowboy.”
I chuckled and pulled out slowly, and he rolled over, on his back in the grass. He looked good, lying there sated, ravaged, all that sleek golden skin ready to be touched again as I tied off the condom and put it gently on the ground.
He just lay there, not moving, watching me, cock flaccid against his smooth, flat stomach, one arm bent behind his head, the other on his chest.
“You should get on up, darlin’, before your friends come lookin’ for ya.”
“Come here,” he said and motioned to me.
I smiled at him, finished tucking in, zipping up, and buckling before I stepped over his legs and sat down across his hips, straddling them, leaning over so my mouth was hovering over his. “You are a strange man.”
He lifted his hands to my face, staring into my eyes as I bent and kissed him.
He opened for me instantly, and I plundered his mouth, kissing him breathless, kissing him until he was arching up under me, and kissing him even as I took his cock in my hand and stroked him over and over.
When I felt the silky length hardening again, I chuckled and broke the kiss, sliding my thumb over the flared tip, into the slit and under.
He was vibrating beneath me, shivering with fresh need.
“Aw, man, when’s the last time you been laid proper?”
“Never, apparently.” His breath faltered. “Christ. Who the fuck are you?”
Our chemistry was combustible, but we could not have been more different if one of us had been from the moon.
“Kiss me again,” he pleaded.
“Get up and I will.”
“I need you.”
He needed me buried in his ass again was what he needed, but I knew how to fix it for him.
Dragging him to his feet, I turned him and pushed him roughly against the wall of the shed, taking him by surprise, and he caught himself with his hands, bracing so he wouldn’t go face-first into the wood. Spitting into my hand, I grasped his hard cock tight and started to stroke him.
“I—”
“Shut up,” I barked softly, jerking him off and lifting my other hand to his face, sliding my fingers into his mouth.
Letting him suck my fingers as I worked his cock brought him fast to another release.
There wasn’t much, but what there was he spurted onto the side of the tool shed as I bit down into his shoulder.
“Fuck!” he snarled, sounding angry before he turned and lunged at me.