Chapter Thirteen
PRELUDE TO A PICTURE SHOW
or
How to Get Soundly Wrecked by the Sweet Boy You Secretly Love
FIVE WEEKS PASSED in a haze of delicious photography and that intoxicating feeling of getting to know someone you admired and lusted for.
The other shoe never dropped, and Puck and I found ourselves more and more enamoured of each other.
He seemed to settle in once he’d talked to Elijah and learned his friend’s future looked much more optimistic.
Who would have thought I’d find someone so suited to me and my brand of loving on a pony play ranch? I guess I was kinkier, and more of a fucking top than I’d thought. This ranch, and this ponyboy, was bringing it out in me.
I waited for Puck outside the grooming barn. When he came out the door he practically jumped into my arms. I grabbed him and fell against the wall so I didn’t go over. He wasn’t all that heavy, but he moved with the oblivious energy of an excited Labrador retriever.
“A free afternoon at the lake! With the sexy ranch photographer!” Puck said, caging me with his legs and shoving his pelvis against me.
“Oh, my. What have you got there?” I asked.
He winked. “What I always have there. Something to put in your mouth, Mr. Lambert. Or anywhere else you’d like.”
I playfully shoved at him. “Aren’t we going to the lake?”
“Sure. It’s great weather for a swim. And anything else we decide on.”
Puck stepped back and took my hand, pulling me off the wall and leading me along the path. When we reached the bunkhouse, Puck ducked inside to grab towels and suntan lotion. When he came out, I was standing with my hands in my pockets, enjoying the summer afternoon.
Puck appeared subdued.
“What’s wrong?”
He frowned. “Nobody’s there. I bet they’re all at the fucking lake. So much for a sexy rendezvous.”
“We could…uh…skip the lake and go to the shack.” I pretended to brush a piece of lint off his T-shirt. I really only wanted to touch him. “Nobody’s going to wonder where we are. We’ll just have to be careful coming back.”
Puck’s smile returned. “Okay. I’ll put this stuff back and get a blanket.”
“Do you have condoms?”
Puck stared at me, the corner of his lip twitching. He hesitated, glancing at my groin, then meeting my gaze. “Do we need condoms?”
Oh, fuck. The thought of having Puck with no barrier in the way made me lose my mind.
“What?”
“I actually haven’t gone bareback with anyone,” he admitted. “And it’s been a long time since the last guy. But if you’re nervous about it–”
I shook my head, smiling at the ground.
“No. I’m not.” I met his gaze again. “I was tested for everything last year, and haven’t been with anyone since.” I ran my fingers through my hair. It was embarrassing to admit although Puck had basically said the same thing.
But I grinned. “You’re the one who should be worried.”
Puck cocked his head. “Why?”
I scuffed the toe of my shoe in the dirt.
“Because I have plans, ponyboy.”
*
IT WAS DIFFERENT making our way to the shack in the daytime–less nerve-racking, what with the pleasant sounds of day birds and the scurry of squirrels all around us, rather than the haunting hoots of owls and the spooky sounds of animals I couldn’t identify.
Puck knew the way, and it didn’t take long to get there. This time, I was prepared for the decrepit state of the place although it looked a lot dirtier in the sunlight.
As soon as we stepped inside and Puck pulled the door shut, I grabbed him and shoved him against the wall.
“Whoa. Oliver, what the f—”
He didn’t have time to say more before I attacked his mouth.
The vibrations of his startled laughter reverberated against me as he opened and melted beneath my frenzied assault, letting me take what I wanted.
His hands clutched the shirt at my waist, pelvis thrusting against me as we tangled ourselves in a firestorm of lust.
I moaned. “Goddamn.”
I couldn’t get enough. It was making me desperate and greedy, but my boy was keeping up. He popped the button on my jeans and slipped his hand inside, finding my dick and pulling it up so it could stand unheeded. I winced at first, then groaned as he handled it as roughly as I was handling him.
“Oh, you are so hard for me, old man. Shit.” Puck breathed.
I grinned at the insult, tilting his face up so I could attack the arch of his neck with my lips and teeth. I wanted him so bad. I wanted everything.
“How’s your ass? Is it sore?” I panted.
“Nope,” he said, voice dirty and dark. “I need you inside me.”
“Okay. Okay,” I said. I glanced at the mattress, which still needed to be covered.
He laughed. “Slow down, old man. You’re gonna give yourself a coronary.”
I pulled away from him and narrowed my eyes.
“Very funny.” I pierced him with my gaze and placed a chaste kiss against his swollen mouth. “Go get the mattress ready so I can fuck you into it.”
I swear, his pupils darkened in front of me.
“Fuck,” he swore, but he moved away from the wall. I couldn’t resist giving his cute-as-hell ass a quick swat.
“Ow. I’m going,” he said, as he did my bidding. “Calm your tits, Oliver. We’ve got all afternoon.”
I watched him, loving the sinewy way his body moved as he covered the mattress with the clean black sheet he’d brought.
“There,” he said. “Anything else?” He stood beside the covered mattress, gazing at me with what could have been devotion.
“Yeah. Strip. Everything off.”
“This is a side of you I really haven’t seen before,” Puck said, peeling off his shirt. “Glimpses maybe, but never the full dominant vibe. I like it.”
I grinned. “Good.”
“I need a safeword.”
“Yes. You do. Let’s use ‘beach.’”
“All right. But I don’t plan on using it.”
“Good,” I grinned. “Now lie down on your front with your arms and legs spread.”
He did as I’d asked, body softly golden against the black sheet. He swivelled his head to look at me. “I didn’t bring any rope.”
“I know. We don’t need it. I know you’re going to listen to me and do as you’re fucking told.”
Puck closed his eyes and shuddered. “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s good. I like that,” I said, kneeling on the mattress and sliding my hands to his ass. My thumbs slipped into his crack and I spread those soft, curved cheeks apart. I blew on his pink hole, making him shiver as it winked at me.
“Damn,” I hissed. “I should have asked Liv if I could borrow your ponytail.”
“Fuck, Oliver. Next time.”
I glanced around the shack. “Shit, we should have brought lube.”
“I did. It’s in my pocket.” Puck pointed at the pants he’d thrown aside. I found the small tube in a moment as Puck reached for his cock.
“Don’t touch yourself,” I said while I greased up his ass to his pleasure-filled sounds. Then I had a thought. If we did it in this position, I’d have to do all the hard work. If I lay on my back, I could make Puck do the heavy lifting.
“Wait a second,” I said, flopping down onto the bed beside him. I gazed up at his face, so handsome and young, his expression excited and unguarded.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m relaxing,” I said as I pushed down my pants and used the rest of the lube to grease up my cock. “Because you’re going to ride me, ponyboy.”
His eyebrows arched and his gaze went to my erection. He licked his lips. “Oh yeah?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
Puck pushed himself onto his haunches, giving me a skeptical look. “Do you think you’re ready for that, Oliver?”
I laughed at the confident tone in his voice. “I think I can handle it.”
“Really.” Puck’s gaze drifted over my body in a way that made all my nerve endings sit up and take notice.
Somehow, the dynamic had changed. I tried to maintain control.
“Get on my cock, Puck. Now.”
He shrugged, affecting nonchalance. “Fine. Have it your way.”
With the grace of a cat, he stretched himself out and climbed on top of me, causing me to tip my head back to maintain eye contact. He had the most intense look on his face as he stared down at me like a crouched jungle cat transfixing its prey.
“What?” I said.
“Mmm, nothing. Just taking a screen shot in my brain of how you look before you get wrecked.”
I grinned at his cheekiness and slapped him across the ass. “Get busy. I want that ass of yours to swallow my cock and do a fucking dance on it.”
Puck laughed, the reflex sending a puff of warm cinnamon-scented breath onto my face.
I closed my eyes and inhaled. “I love the smell of that weird toothpaste.”
“Me too. I like spicy things in my mouth.”
“No kidding.”
Puck drew up and positioned himself over me as I grabbed my dick at the base and held it steady. Watching him spread his own cheeks, bumping his hole at the top of my eager cock, almost made me come.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered. Maybe I should have just done it the other way. I’d be inside him by now, and it would be—” A breath hissed through my teeth as my bare cock suddenly became engulfed in Puck’s slippery heat. “Oh, God.”
Puck didn’t give me time to recover before he pushed down onto the rest of me. I don’t know how he took me inside him so easily, but my eyes rolled back in my head as his body gripped my cock in its warmth.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, letting go of myself and gripping Puck’s knees, to do what, I wasn’t sure. Slow him down? Make him go faster? I was out of my depth.
The rawness of having no barrier between us made me giddy and so turned on.
“That’s it, Ollie boy. Hold onto something ’cause things are about to get wild.”
The confidence in his tone undid me. I’d only gained control in past encounters because he’d let me. Now he had me where he wanted me.
“Hmm? What’s that, Ollie?” he said, the casual nickname giving me chills as Puck wiggled himself on my erection, making me stutter and groan.
“I can’t quite make that out. Oh? You say go easy on you because you’re an innocent photographer who’s gotten in over his head?
Well, not a chance.” Puck sighed as he moved on my cock with the skills of a pole dancer.
“I’m gonna fuck you till you scream my name and give me your babies. ”
Holy mother of God.