Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
ROD
That night in Wyl’s bed at the ranch, my body covered his as our hard cocks rutted together.
I wanted more contact with my amazing man.
Yes, my man. At last, my man. My man, whom I probably loved, and someday would tell him.
I clamped my lips over his. Our tongues writhed together like snakes in a mating dance.
Wyl's flavor invaded my taste buds. Wyl’s scent, laden with testosterone, fueled my libido.
Panting, Wyl broke away and rolled me onto my back. I gazed into Wyl’s eyes, seeing blown irises, dark with passion.
“My turn to examine you.” Wyl’s finger trailed from my forehead, down my nose, across my lips, over my chin, and down my Adam’s apple. “You have such a beautiful face.”
I swallowed, my Adam’s apple bobbing under Wyl’s touch.
I shivered as his fingers grazed the skin of each shoulder, sending electric zings across my chest. My nipples pebbled and hardened.
Wyl leaned in to suckle each one, nibbling before running the flat of his tongue over the surface.
I raised my hips as the sensations attacked my groin, my eyes half-closed in unbridled ecstasy.
Wyl’s fingertips stroked my stomach, navel, and happy trail down to my cock.
His strong fingers fisted around my stiff shaft.
“For an old guy, you have a beautiful cock,” Wyl teased.
“Shut up and suck,” I groaned. Wyl’s warm tongue laved my balls and trailed my length to the head. A gentle kiss teased the head before a warm mouth surrounded my throbbing penis.
Wyl pulled off with a pop and gazed up at my face. “Tell me if I do anything wrong.”
“You’re doing everything right and driving me wild, babe. The sensations are incredible.”
Wyl focused on my tight sack, scraping his fingernails over the puckered skin. The skin drew tighter at his caress. My firm man-tool pulsed, the slit drooling clear, slick nectar into my navel.
I rolled and pushed Wyl onto his back. I swiped a finger through the pool of pre-cum in my navel and fingered Wyl between his cheeks. Wyl spread his legs far apart to give me access to his pleasure centers. I wiped pre-cum on Wyl’s hole and rubbed circles with my fingertip.
Wyl gasped and quivered. “God. I never realized my back door was so sensitive.” He moaned when I stopped to wet my finger with additional slick pre-cum from Wyl’s hardened arousal. I rubbed one circle around the pucker before sliding my fingertip inside. Wyl tensed.
“Relax, Wyl. Let the pleasure wash over you. I’m about to send you to the moon.”
Wyl relaxed, and I pushed in and rotated my finger, nudging Wyl’s prostate.
Wyl gasped. “Oh my god, Roddy…what the fuck. Every time you graze that spot, electricity soars through me.”
I slid my finger out.
“Hey,” Wyl moaned. "Find the heaven spot again.”
“No lube or condoms, babe.”
“Bedside drawer. K-Y and condoms.” Wyl wrapped his fist around his stiff cock and stroked slowly, using a slight twist.
“Wyl Sterling…you devil you.” I reached for the lube and condoms, tossing both onto the bed. The lube container snicked as I flipped the top. With lube squeezed onto two fingers, I asked, “Are you ready for your heaven spot to be teased again?”
“Boy howdy,” Wyl pumped his cock.
I pushed in one finger, followed by another. The invasion caused Wyl to clench.
Keeping my fingers inside, I moved up and took Wyl’s earlobe between my teeth, nibbling and licking. “Relax, babe.” I breathed in Wyl’s ear. “Giving you pleasure and watching you enjoy this turns me on.”
Tension drained from Wyl’s body. I twisted my fingers while pushing in to nudge Wyl’s gland.
He gasped. “Rod…I need you inside of me now. I need us to be one.”
I shot a questioning gaze at Wyl. “Have you done this before?”
“Internet porn.” Hungry eyes invited me.
“Ah.” I slammed his mouth over Wyl’s, tongue-dancing as my fingers continued to nudge his sensitive gland.
Wyl tore away from the kiss. “Fuck me now!”
“Condom.” I tore open the package with my teeth, fingers still massaging Wyl’s hole. I held out the condom to Wyl. “Put this on me.” I raised up and offered my hard penis to him.
Wyl tried to control his shaking hands as he rolled on the condom, toying with my hard cock.
“Oh, God, your fingers are magic,” I gasped. “I’m on the verge now.”
“Not yet,” Wyl growled.
I pulled my fingers out, added lube to my sheathed cock, shoved Wyl’s knees to his chest, nudged, and pushed in the head.
Wyl tensed.
I paused. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Huh?” Wyl’s slitted eyes peered at me. “Fuck no. Go slow.”
I entered, past the ring of muscle. His warmth enveloped me until I was balls-deep in my lover. I paused, giving Wyl time to adjust.
“First, it burned, but the burn turned into pleasure.” Wyl groaned. “Fuck me, baby,”
I wrapped a fist around Wyl’s cock and slid up and down his shaft in time with my thrusts, twisting around the head to increase Wyl’s pleasure.
Gasping, Wyl tossed his head from side to side. “God, I’m so close.”
With Wyl's words, the first quivers of my own orgasm began. I changed the thrust angle, and Wyl’s sphincter quivered around my cock.
He shouted my name as jets of creamy cum shot from Wyl’s slit, his hole constricting and releasing around me.
I fell over the edge, my orgasm slamming into me.
I held my breath in a silent scream as spasms of ecstasy shook my entire body, and my man seed filled the condom.
Collapsing in Wyl’s arms, I stayed inside him until my cock softened and retreated.
I removed the condom, tied it off, and tossed it to the floor.
Wrapped in Wyl’s arms, I enjoyed the afterglow of our love act.
I rolled to my side. Dragging my fingers through Wyl’s seed, I brought them to my lips, savoring the flavor of his nectar.
Wyl pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss, taking my breath away.
“Shower?” Wyl asked after the kiss.
I nodded. I never experienced such a close connection to another human being. I loved the sensations with Wyl, both physical and emotional. Wait…love? Maybe I was closer to falling in love with him than I suspected.
Wyl got up and strolled to my side of the bed. Leaning down, he gave me a quick peck. “C’mon, let’s wash.”
Before we entered the roomy double shower, Wyl reached for his braid and removed the small turquoise band at the end.
“Help me unbraid so I can wash my hair. I only take it down once a week unless I sweat a lot. I haven’t taken it down since I stupidly let my favorite music professor walk away more than two weeks ago. ”
The soft braid unraveled in my fingers, the hair falling long and fine on Wyl’s back. “Your hair is magnificent. I love the silkiness threading through my fingers.”
“I’m glad you like it.” He turned around and pulled me into a kiss before ushering me into the shower. “And I’m glad you enjoy kissing me.” The warm water hissed from both shower heads.
Watching the water rivulets roll down Wyl’s sexy chest, I fingered a scar on Wyl’s shoulder. “What happened here?”
“Long story.” He poured shower gel into his cupped palm, rubbed his hands together, and soaped my chest with both hands.
I loved Wyl’s rough hands rubbing my chest. “For a guy who cowered in terror over a relationship with me, you are quite comfortable putting your hands all over me.”
Wyl leaned over for a quick kiss, water streaming over us. “I struggled with those feelings, but Walt had sense enough to tell me I needed to make a move.”
My face beaded with water as I smiled at my man. “You can touch me all you want. Since the day we met, I’ve craved your touch.”
Watching Wyl wash his long, raven hair, I scrubbed my short hair. Rinsing, Wyl turned off the water. “Let’s dry, and I’ll tell you about the scar.”
We toweled off the water before hurrying to bed to crawl between the sheets. Snuggling together, I lay on my back, and Wyl draped his right arm over my chest, his head propped on his left hand. He gazed at me, his long, silky hair falling over his left shoulder and pooling on the pillow.
“The Marines stationed me at the Navy base in Naples, Italy, for a few months. I’m unsure how, but a group of subversives learned about my skill and kidnapped me at gunpoint from a parking garage in town.
Now you understand why I didn’t play tourist in all those foreign countries.
They insisted I help them crack the code to break into Italian government databases.
A bullet tore into my shoulder during the abduction, leaving a scar. ”
“How long did you spend in the hospital?” Hearing of Wyl's injury unsettled me.
“No hospital. Blindfolded, they took me to their hideout and put me in a locked room. The room contained nothing except a bucket for a toilet. No windows, and lit by a single light bulb. Occasionally, they dragged me into the outer room to torture me and force information out of me. Information I never gave. The bullet passed all the way through, and by some miracle, the wound healed without infection. I’m left with a scar and a shoulder ache when the weather is cold.
Those two weeks dragged by as if I had spent them in solitary confinement in prison.
To this day, loud noises remind me of the gun's bang before the bullet tore through my flesh, and I fear being alone and isolated.”
My eyes filled. “Shit, I didn’t realize the danger you faced during military service. Did they release you, or did the Corps rescue you?”
“One day, my captors began shouting outside my cell. I figured my life was over. The door lock clicked, but didn't open. Running footsteps faded away. I half expected them to return and drag me out for more torture. Instead, the place remained quiet. I waited an hour before I wrapped my fist around the knob. The door opened, and I found an empty, quiet hallway. Disoriented and weak, I walked through the abandoned hallways and wandered into the street. A passing carabinieri, what Italians call their police, considered me a vagrant and tried to rough me up. Fortunately, he understood English. He contacted the base. While we waited for the MPs, I pointed to the building where they kept me and told the carabinieri about being imprisoned and tortured. He contacted his office to send more men. The MPs arrived and took me to the base hospital. Later, I learned the police killed the leader of the gang in a raid on a brothel when he pulled a gun on the officers. The base hospital patched up my shoulder. That’s something I never want to go through again.”
I pulled Wyl to my chest and cradled his head. “I promise I will never hurt you. You’ll never be alone as long as I’m around.” Wyl’s breathing evened out, and I fell asleep cuddling my man.
Early the following day, a sound startled me awake. Scanning the room, my gaze fell on the half-open door. Walt stood in the doorway, smiling. He winked at me and saluted before closing the door. I snuggled tighter into Wyl’s warmth.