35. Oz
Oz
I’m not ready when Wild throws an arm around my body and wrestles me to the ground, straddling my thighs with a sexy smirk. “Buckle bunnies like to get rode hard, don’t they? You been chasin’ this cowboy, little bunny?”
“Fuck yes,” I breathe. “And I’m so ready to be taken. What are you gonna do with me?”
He chuckles, that deep baritone practically a caress along the rigid length of my cock. I’m already achy and throbbing, remembering the last time we did this and how completely he rocked my world. Plus that aftercare?
I’m half in love with just that part.
Wild shucks his shirt off, revealing that perfect chest coated in fine pale hair.
It’s so sexy I can’t help but reach up to rub a hand over his body.
Goosebumps follow where I touch as he shudders, rolling his big shoulders.
Muscles flex beneath beautiful green skin, and I just can’t stop staring at him.
He reaches down and tugs at his belt buckle, separating it from the belt. Pulling the leather out of the loops, he tosses it aside and then unzips his jeans. With one hand, he reaches down and withdraws just the tip of his cock, letting it rest upright against his belly.
He rubs the swollen, sticky tip. “Look at what you did to me, little bunny. One glimpse of that fucking tail you put in and I’m a godsdamn mess.”
I push onto my elbows and move my right hand to his cock, rubbing the tip along with him. He grunts and thrusts into my hand.
“Hands off, bunny.”
Lying back down, I prop my arms behind my head and watch as he shifts to push his jeans further down.
Once he’s revealed the full length of that dusky cock, he begins running his closed hand up and down it slowly, playing with the tip when he gets there.
He coats his length in sticky precum, eyes hooded as he stares at me.
“I’m gonna tease you with this,” he states, “and then I’m gonna let you come, but only when you’re begging.”
“I don’t beg.”
“Lies,” he says with a deep laugh, rubbing more precum from his tip and letting it drop to my belly. “You begged last time we fucked, and you’re gonna beg again. Buckle bunnies don’t get to be ornery to get their way. Didn’t I teach you that last night?”
I watch as another sticky string of precum slips from his tip, trailing down until it covers my skin. My dick throbs and leaks, bobbing into the tiny pool he’s forming on my skin.
Wild stands and pulls his jeans all the way off, tossing them aside.
Kneeling back down, he sinks low enough to bring his cock to mine.
Rocking softly, he rubs his dick against my length, his warm skin teasing me as heat builds in my sack.
He moves steadily, quietly, watching as he deposits precum on my cock.
I’m soaking myself too, so turned on watching us together like this.
He reaches down and pulls our cocks into his big hand, squeezing until I grunt with pleasure. When he runs those talented fingers down our joined lengths, playing with my swollen tip, I cry out and arch my back, eyes fluttering closed. I’m gonna lose it so soon.
Too soon.
I want to enjoy this.
“Fuck you feel good,” he murmurs, “and knowing this is real? This is you and me? I’m gonna fucking come, Oz. Too fast, but I am.”
“Me too,” I admit, rolling my hips rhythmically to get more friction.
Wild groans and thrusts harder, faster, every move of his muscular hips shoving my cock through his clenched fist. Sloppy sounds mix with our grunts of pleasure as our hips clash together.
“I’m close,” he grunts, brows furrowing as his mouth drops open. Seeing him like that, about to lose it because of me? It’s more than I can take.
Hot seed barrels down my shaft, and I gasp as it spurts into his hand.
His grunts rise until it’s a continuous, nonstop panting sound that forces my orgasm long and hard.
When he comes, he tenses up for a moment, then unleashes, fucking his hand and my dick as cum explodes from his shaft, coating his hand and my cock.
The new sensation of slippery heat adds tension to his grip, and my sensitive cock kicks into his touch, orgasm prolonging until it’s nonstop rolling waves of pleasure.
I ride them until I’m spent, seed covering my belly and chest. Our cum drips from Wilder’s hand as he groans, rocking back onto his heels.
He eyes the mess we made with a little smile.
“I’m not normally a quickie sort of male, but you had me going with this outfit.” Reaching down, he thumps one of my long bunny ears. “That was hot, Oz.”
I shift upright, the plug still in my ass. “Want to clean up?”
He chuckles and pushes me onto my side. Reaching carefully between my thighs, he pulls the plug gently from my ass and sets it aside. After rolling me back over, he brings his cum-coated hand to his mouth and sucks his thumb clean, eye-fucking me like a champ.
“We taste good,” he says as he moves to the next finger. “You taste like candy, little bunny.”
“Fuck,” I manage, leaning upright enough to grab his hand and pull it to me. Sucking his pointer finger in my mouth, I help him clean it of our seed. He’s right, we taste fucking delicious together.
He groans as I move to his middle finger, cleaning every inch with rotating swirls of my long tongue. By the time I’ve got him all cleaned up, his cock’s poking out again, hard and dripping.
Wild falls on top of me, bracketing me between his arms. “You got me going again, little one. Round two?”
Chuckling, I lift my legs and wrap them around him. “Round fucking two, please.”
* * *
“Let’s take a look around,” I say to Wild as I stroke his hair.
He’s practically snoring on my chest, but now that we’re out here on the farm, I’d like to see more of it when it’s not covered in snow.
It’s the first time I’ve been here, and the only part I’ve really seen is, well, the dirt in front of the river on account of being face down in it.
Not that it wasn’t hot as fuck, because it was, but the curious, niggling side of my nature won’t let go of the idea that there could be a key to Pine Gulch somewhere on this land. It’s not like I expect it to be super obvious, but we might as well take a look around.
Wild slowly gets to his feet and offers me his hand. “Willa got you firmly hooked into this key to the city thing, hmm?”
I brush a little bit of dirt off my hands. “You’re not the least bit curious?”
He sucks at his teeth. “Mostly I’m still grappling with it being a wild goose chase, and do I talk to the Sandovals about it?
Pretty sure we decided we should, but I’ve been mulling over how to bring that up with Emmer.
Any way I slice it, it’s a weird convo.” He gives me a wary look.
“What if he just thinks I’m nuts and backs outta the whole deal? ”
“I suppose it's possible.” I head for the riverbank and look around, admiring the chunky rocks and sparse grasses that poke up out of the riverbed. “In the gulch on the other side of PG, the mustangs love to eat this grass. I wonder if they come up here. They’ve got free rein, and they’re protected, but now that I think of it, I haven’t seen them out this way. ”
Spinning in a circle, I look at the rocky face we walked down to get to the riverbank. It juts up tall in some areas but not as tall in others. Pointing southeast, I lash my tail as I consider that direction. “Let’s go that way.”
Wild laughs. “Lead the way, buckle bunny.”
I head off even as I glance over my shoulder. “You have to admit that was hot as fuck.”
Wild smirks but says nothing even though he’s staring at my ass. I know he is, and I love that for me.
Walking for a few minutes produces no obvious signs of anything related to a key.
Then again, we don’t even know what we’re looking for.
The Sandovals’ ranch is enormous, and if Willa’s even right about a key being here, it could be anywhere.
Still, I’m having a good time pretending like I’m on the hunt for buried treasure.
Half an hour later, Wild is done humoring me. “Let’s get back, baby,” he says softly.
Looking around, I see nothing but the river and a ton of rocks.
Disgruntled, I think about one more thing I can try and hop into the middle of the freezing water.
It comes up to my mid-thigh and sends a chill up my entire body.
I might as well be an icicle, but I’m determined.
Spinning slowly, I scan the cliffs as far as I can see, maybe a hundred or so yards in each direction.
Pursing my lips, I twitch my ears and listen for signs of anything unusual…water flowing in a weird direction or scratching or, shit, I don’t even know what I’m listening for. Anything that doesn’t sound like we’re in the middle of nowhere.
After five minutes of freezing my ass off in the river, I admit defeat. Stalking back toward the edge, I prepare to admit it aloud when I see it.
There.
A spot in the rock where two cliff faces overlap and look completely flat. But when I move slightly to one side, there’s a visible opening between them.
“Wild,” I whisper, “right there.” Pointing, I jog out of the water and past him, not looking away lest I lose what I saw. It could mean nothing, be nothing, but what if there’s something?
Running to the rock face, I slip to one side. The two flat rock walls are so close together with other rocks surrounding them, I don’t think you’d even see this if you weren’t standing in that exact spot.
“Holy shit.” Wild’s warm breath coasts over the back of my neck.
“I’m going in,” I bark, shoving my way between the rocks.
“Hold on!” he shouts just as I dip between them and into a chilly, open spot right behind.
“It’s fine, baby,” I call out as he stuffs his way between them. “You barely fit,” I say with a laugh. “Maybe that’s a bad sign because, if I calculate size accurately from photographs, Sipan was a pretty big guy.”
A gruff, grumbly noise is Wild’s only response as he grabs a flashlight from his pocket and clicks it on.
“So hot how you’re always prepared,” I whisper. The words die as light illuminates the walls of the small space we’re in.
“They’re covered in that same green witch language,” Wild murmurs. “Every inch of these walls is covered.”