Chapter 21 #2
“Come back,” Slade moaned, his voice breathy and filled with need.
“Get to the cabin,” I replied, my voice was rough and strained. His mouth clamped on to my neck, sucking hard. He’d leave a mark if he continued. “In bed. They have a great bathtub that’ll fit us both.”
Slade’s lips lifted off my heated skin. He stayed there, hoovering. I felt the quick breaths of his silent chuckle. “I don’t think you understand how much I wanna make love with you right now, but the bathtub sounds interesting.”
He lifted to face me. His smirk said it all.
“Three doors down. You can manage to wait that long,” I replied to his smirk. My resolve to get us into that home increased as he shook his head.
“I’ll recover fast.”
He was teasing me. We were already pushing at the lines of our relationship, having sex outside would test the boundaries of all the NDAs everyone on property had signed.
“Yeah. Come on, guy. We’re almost there.” I took Slade’s hand and started for our place, walking through the manicured yard to get there faster.
“I love your body,” Slade said admiringly from behind. “You have a sexy walk.”
I picked up my strut to give him a better show and encourage him to follow me.
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Slade
Mace was one of the most naturally erotic creatures I’d ever met. He said that was me, but he’d gotten it completely wrong. My cowboy was sexy as hell.
Moments after we arrived at the cabin, I hooked an arm around his waist, pulling him back against my body.
Honestly, the neurons in my brain had stopped connecting when his nice ass pressed against my hard, weeping cock.
My mind zapped away any logic for one or maybe two long seconds.
It took everything I had not to tackle him, shove his blue jeans down to his thighs, and take him raw right where we stood.
Today had been too good of a day not to caveman out, claim my prize. Austin saw my value and had rewarded me financially. My newest goals and dreams were happening. I was so damned happy.
In fact, watching Austin and Kitt together as a couple inspired me into a direction I’d never thought I’d want. A man beside me throughout my life. One to care for and be cared for in return. My reality had become singular: a deep dive into everything Mace, the most beautiful guy in the world.
Did I dare hope that he came to the same epiphany? No, but I did see a future where we were out as a couple. Maybe.
My throbbing dick railed against my good fortune. It had no time for reminiscing. That’d come in the cuddle time I required after our lovemaking.
I reached for Mace’s belt buckle, unfastening it as quickly as possible.
“You’re in a mood,” Mace said as he reached backward. One of his hands circled my head and neck, the other landed on my hips with his fingertips touching my ass. His breath was a slow, steady pant of desire pulling him under.
“Like you aren’t right there with me,” I said all breathy and seductive in his ear.
I swiped my hand low, molding against his hard cock still covered by his jeans.
With my other hand, I tweaked his button free from the clasp.
Both my palms did a sudden deep dive into his underwear, the skin-on-skin contact drove me to manhandle his steel cock until I was able to pump it, the tip shooting up toward me.
I swore it begged me to take it into my mouth.
I loved my lips trailing up and down over his shaft.
Oh yeah. I readjusted until I had one hand tugging at his cock, as I slid the other between the cheeks of his ass, seeking his hole.
“I wanna fuck you then hold you then fuck you again. I think I want that every day for the rest of our lives,” I hissed my truth, neediness turning my voice husky.
Why did I have to say aloud every new thought and feeling I had?
When his tip leaked with desire instead of Mace pushing out of my arms in outrage, I knew without question that Mace was built for me. My hips rolled uncontrollably, over and over, grinding my hard-on against his ass.
My cock needed my attention, but I couldn’t stop touching my guy. The pad of my thumb pushed against the tight hole, relaxing my entrance until it slipped inside.
“Ooh…” Mace gasped. “Right there. But, baby, the bathtub’s bigger than the one at your place. I’ve been thinkin’ about us in there.” His words came as a deep, throaty ongoing moan. That sound was all the encouragement I needed as I lifted my hands from their most ardent goals.
“Guide us.” I pressed my lips against the shell of his ear, kissing him.
“Let go.” Mace’s chin hit his chest, his eyelids closing. His heated skin always responded to the breaths and groans I gave. “It’ll be easier to get us there.”
Pfft. Yeah right. There was no universe where that was ever going to happen. My answer came when I darted out my tongue to lick his ear. I shuffled behind him as he moved us through the house.
Mace nailed it. We were moving slowly as I nipped and licked the back of his neck.
“Be careful,” Mace said as both his palms landed on the bathroom’s doorframe, using force to lunge forward, getting us to our destination. “You’ve made this way too hard.”
“I like you here. Maybe we could stay here forever. Be out but protected. You know, I can make this happen for us,” I cooed, lifting his shirttails from the waistband holding them tucked inside. Mace’s ass popped out as he bent forward, dislodging me a couple of steps backward.
“In the bath.” The direction was given with finality.
Mace had regained his wits about him. I hadn’t at all until I did a quick peek around the room he’d practically dragged me into.
I ended up doing a full spin as Mace went for the faucet to fill the tub.
This room was made for a king. I bet the actors who stayed here replicated this setup in their own homes.
High ceilings, lots of space, modernly designed sinks, a huge open shower, no toilet which meant it must be around the corner. The other side was made into a glam studio, everything necessary to make whoever sat there beautiful for the public’s eye.
And they didn’t even have Mace undressing to make the bathroom better.
When my gaze found Mace again, my hands instantly went to the hem of my shirt. He was way ahead of me, already pushing his jeans down his legs. The boots kicked off, discarded on the floor.
“The water’s hot from the go.” Mace’s jeans and underwear flung in the air as he stuck a foot inside the water. “Yeah, it feels good.” As he settled in, he flipped a switch and bubbles erupted. Yeah, it was perfect.