Chapter 32 #3
I clomped over, wrapped one arm around Wyl’s shoulders and the other around his waist, bent him over backward, and leaned down to ravage his mouth with a deep tongue-thrashing.
Wyl’s hat fell to the ground as I held him in my arms and sucked face.
Kissing over, I pulled him upright, groaning at the stretch of my leg muscles.
Wyl blinked a few times and weaved, clinging to my shoulder to steady himself. “Wow.”
I reached up and dragged my thumb across Wyl’s bottom lip, removing a bead of spit. “Who’s the daddy now?”
A grin flashed across Wyl’s well-kissed face.
“Now gather the wood so we can end up in the love chamber thing.” I winked and sucked the moisture from my thumb.
Wyl snatched up his hat and rushed off to gather enough wood for a fire. By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, the roaring campfire warmed us both. We sat side by side on a tree trunk dragged up from near the spring.
“The ranch sure is peaceful.” Gazing at the night sky, I snaked my arm through Wyl’s and tugged him closer. “The number of stars is amazing.”
Wyl scooched nearer to me, the seat of his jeans dragging against the bark. “Having you with me makes camping more fun.” He reached for my chin with his free hand and pulled me in for a quick kiss.
I breathed a heavy sigh as I leaned into Wyl’s embrace, returning the kiss. I tugged at Wyl’s ear, pulling him out of our kiss. “If I had any idea sexy rancher camping was this much fun, I’d have found a sexy rancher long ago.”
“No other sexy ranchers exist,” Wyl said. “Only me.”
“Three hundred fifty million people in this country, and you’re the only sexy rancher?” My you’re shitting me face grinned at Wyl.
“As far as you’re concerned, yes.” Wyl untangled his arm and reached for his saddlebag. “You wouldn’t give me a second look if you already had a special rancher.”
I chuckled. “No other ranchers in my life. Besides, do you understand how much I wanted to touch you the first week?”
“I was the one who touched you first.” Wyl unbuckled the flap, dug through the bag, and handed a can to me. “You always acted all nervous and everything.”
“I was afraid you would figure out how tempting I found you.”
“I found you tempting, too.” Wyl handed me another can.
I inspected the two cans. “What’s this?”
Wyl set his saddlebag behind us. “Chow.” He grinned and nudged me with his elbow. “We’ll need our strength for later.”
“You got a steak or something in your saddlebag?” I glanced over at the saddlebags before inspecting the cans. “To go with the…um…pork and beans?”
“Nope.” Wyl tugged a pocketknife out of his jeans and pulled out the can opener blade. “We have beans for supper.” He held out a hand for one of the cans.
“Beans?” I handed him a can. “I thought Hollywood invented canned beans around a campfire.”
“So you believe television and movies about ranches, but you figured eating beans out of a can didn’t happen?”
“Uhm…yeah?”
“This is how the real cowboys eat when they ride alone or in pairs.” Wyl shook the can to mix the beans with the juice before running the opener around the lid.
“Carrying much more than a coffee pot is extra weight on the horses.” With the blade, he pushed open the top and set the can in the embers at the fire's edge.
Handing the knife to me, he motioned with his chin. “Open your can.”
I looked at the knife, the can, the knife, the can. A puzzle I couldn’t figure out. I gazed at Wyl. “How?”
Wyl shook his head and took both from me.
“Pay attention to me so you can do this next time.” With a can in his left hand and knife in his right, he placed the hook under the lip and raised the metal opener to push the blade into the edge of the top, sliding it around the rim with each press. “Easy.”
“The blade looks like a beer bottle opener.”
“And how many beer bottles did we open?” Wyl grinned.
“Okay, smart ass.” I placed my can in the embers next to his.
“I told you I would make a cowboy out of you.” Wyl stuck out his tongue to lick the blade clean before closing the pocketknife and shoving it back into his pocket.
“Ewwww…you kissed me with that tongue.” I scowled.
“Cowboy up, babe. I won’t die from a little bean juice on a knife blade. Later, I’ll show you a few more things I can do with my tongue.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Uh-huh. Tent. You. Me. Naked.”
I grinned. “I think I’m gonna like being your cowboy.”
The beans steamed, and Wyl handed me a spoon. We each put on one of our leather riding gloves, grabbed a hot can, and dug in.
“What do you think of horseback riding?” Wyl asked, a spoonful of beans poised for his mouth.
“I love horseback riding, except my thighs ache.” I talked while chewing the beans.
“You’ll be sore tomorrow, but the soreness goes away the more you ride.”
“The solution is you take me riding a lot.” I nudged Wyl’s shoulder. “Especially if we're naked and a tent is involved.” My spoon clanked against the empty can as I scraped the last few beans.
“I’ll take you riding all you want.” Wyl finished his own beans. “But sometimes we’ll end up in our bed instead of a tent.”
“Our bed. Sounds wonderful.”
“To me, too.” Wyl tossed his spoon into his can. “Let’s wash out these cans and the spoons before I massage out your soreness.”
“Why wash out the cans?”
“Two reasons.” Wyl held up a finger. “One, insects.” Another finger. “Two, we don’t leave litter at the campsite. We take our trash with us. Clean trash is better than dirty trash.”
“Makes sense,” I said. “Now, back to this massage thing. Do all cowboys enjoy a massage to work out the soreness?” An eyebrow arched.
“Uh…no. Only special cowboys who are soulmates.” Wyl leaned over to peck my lips.
We finished washing, and Wyl took the cans and spoons and stowed them in the saddlebag.
I stretched, yawned, and crawled into the tent to undress for bed. “Where’s my sleeping bag?”
“I zipped the two sleeping bags together, making a double to snuggle.” Wyl edged into the tent.
“I like the way you think.”
“Strip naked, cowboy. I want to wrap my arms around your sexy body.”
“Yee-haa!”
Naked, we crawled into the double sleeping bag and wrapped our arms around each other.
The fire crackled. The water in the spring gurgled.
A few crickets sang their evening songs.
I lay my head on Wyl’s arm. The glow of the fire dimly lit the inside of the tent.
I caressed Wyl’s face with my fingertips, and as the fire popped again, Wyl flinched.
I tightened my arms around Wyl. “You’re safe with me.”
Wyl snuggled closer. “I’m so glad we’re together.”
“Me too,” I cooed.
Wyl’s fingertips caressed my chest. “We established our special bond the night we reconciled.”
“At the concert in Big Spring, you drove me crazy with your breath in my ear, and I started having feelings for you. But steak night sealed the deal. When you kissed me, I wanted you.”
“But you ran off.” Wyl had a hint of pout in his voice.
“You backed away so fast I thought you regretted it.”
“I did.” Wyl shook his head. “But not because I didn’t like it. I thought I upset you.”
I shook my head. “Looks like we both did a lot of assuming. But one thing we’ve learned since is to talk to each other.” I shifted closer to Wyl. My thigh muscles screamed in protest, and I moaned at the pain.
“I told you you’d be sore,” Wyl grinned. “So, how about I help you with your soreness?” Wyl closed his fist around my erection. “I thought massaging with my hand might help, but rubbing makes this muscle stiffen.”
Wyl plundered my mouth with a deep kiss. Jolts of pleasure charged through me as my fist closed around Wyl’s shaft. I loved having him in my hand. Knowing he was excited turned me on, too.
“Oh baby, your touch is magic,” Wyl whispered through our kiss. “You send me into orbit every time.”
I broke the kiss. “Wyl, do me tonight.”
“Do you?”
“Yeah…like we did in Kerrville.”
“I didn’t bring, um, stuff.”
Despite the dark tent, I was sure a blush flowed through Wyl’s cheeks. I dragged my thumb across his lips. “I thought Marines were supposed to be prepared for anything.”
“Shit…”
I reached for my shirt and retrieved a packet of lube from the pocket. “Lube is no problem. And since neither of us has been with anyone else, how about we go bareback?”
“You mean with no condom?”
“Yes.”
Wyl pinned me in an aggressive, hungry kiss.
The kiss broke. Wyl sat up to unzip the sleeping bag before lying on his back, gazing at me.
Hot passion drove away the chilly air in the tent. I tore open the lube packet with my teeth. I squeezed a dollop of slick on my palm, rubbing my hands together to warm the liquid before enveloping Wyl’s hard love spear between my palms.
“Oh, God,” Wyl groaned. “You send me into orbit.”
“Give me your finger.” I closed my mouth around his finger, swirling my tongue around the rough texture of Wyl’s skin.
“Babe, your tongue on my finger is turning me on more.”
I circled my tongue once more around Wyl’s finger. “Prep me.”
Wyl teased my pucker before sliding in.
“Jeez…where did you learn to do that?” I gasped.
Wyl pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Must be my college professor.” He enveloped my mouth in a hungry kiss. He inserted a second finger, targeting my gland and brushing his fingertips over the sensitive nub.
I tore away from the kiss and plopped on my back beside Wyl, legs spread wide. “Ungh…fuck…you’re amazing…God… don’t stop.” Pre-cum pooled in my navel. “I’m ready, Marine. Fuck me…now!” I lifted my knees to my chest.
Wyl moved between my legs and teased my hole with his cock, smearing the puckered opening with slick pre-cum. With a slight nudge, he pushed inside and leaned down for a kiss as his hard cock repeatedly nudged my gland.
“Oh, babe, I’m about to cum.” My voice shook with ecstasy before my orgasm tore through me like a runaway train, coating my chest with shots of man seed. My soul merged with Wyl’s.
Wyl’s body shook with the intensity of his climax. He held his breath as he continued to empty inside me before he collapsed onto my chest.
I wrapped my arms around Wyl as we panted together, emerging from the fog.
“Wow. You push all the right buttons on your cowboy.”
“It was like our souls merged, and we became one.” Wyl moved to kiss me.
I held on tight. “I love the feeling.”
“I want to stay this way forever, but we'd better clean up. Let’s go to the spring and wash before we snuggle ourselves to sleep.” Wyl peeled himself from me.
After washing ourselves and towel-drying, we closed the tent, wrapped around each other, and fell asleep.