Chapter Thirty
Troy
The leaves have started to turn, their green fading to shades of rust and gold. They curl at the edges and scatter across the orchard floor in dry, whispering drifts. A few stubborn cherries still cling to the branches, shriveled and splitting, long past their prime.
Fading sunlight filters through the rows of trees. It casts long shadows between the trunks, striping the ground in dark bands. Everything feels quieter this time of year. Slower. Like the orchard itself is exhaling after months of hard labor.
Ashton texted me a few hours ago, asking if I could meet him out here to give him a hand with something. He didn’t specify what—just a you busy? could use some muscle.
Now that Olivia’s back at college, he doesn’t have an extra set of hands whenever he needs one. And I know he’d rather die than ever ask his dad for help.
I find Ashton leaning against a large green tractor parked beside the barn, arms crossed over his chest like he’s been waiting a while and wants me to know it.
His green eyes drag over me in an unhurried sweep that makes my pulse kick up a notch.
He doesn’t move as I approach—just tilts his head slightly, lips puckered expectantly.
“Hi, baby,” I murmur, stepping into his space and brushing my mouth over his.
He smiles into the kiss, hands sliding to my waist and tugging me closer until there’s no room left between us. His flannel shirt is warm from the sun, his chest solid under my palms.
I thread my fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead. It’s longer than he usually keeps it—curling slightly at the ends, overdue for a cut—but I love it like this.
I pull back just enough to catch his eyes. “We can make out later,” I promise. “But what do you need help with?”
A small smirk quirks at the corner of his mouth. “I lied.”
My brows draw together. “What?”
He pauses and fiddles his fingers, refusing to meet my eyes. “I have this, um… fantasy,” he mutters, barely audible. “But it’s… kind of embarrassing.”
I skim my knuckles over his flushed cheek, soft and reassuring. “Whatever it is, I promise I’ll love it,” I tell him gently. “You can tell me.”
Ashton draws in a slow inhale, then another, like he’s bracing himself. His gaze flickers up to mine and away again, his teeth worrying his bottom lip until it’s pink and swollen. The tension between us hangs thick, warm and electric, the orchard around us bathed in fading sunlight.
He squeezes his eyes shut.
“Iwannarideyou,” he rushes out in one breath. He swallows hard before adding, “On the tractor.”
For a second, I’m not sure my brain is still functioning.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I tip my head back and send a silent thank-you to whatever cosmic force decided to drop this man into my life. What the hell did I ever do to deserve him?
“You’re a naughty boy, aren’t you?” I tease, my fingers digging into his waist.
He lets out a quiet, helpless whine. “Troy,” he chokes out. “Don’t make fun of me.”
I shake my head, brushing my lips softly along his neck. “I’m not. Love how desperate you are for it,” I murmur. “And I’m going to make your wildest dreams come true, baby.”
I press my lips to his, hard and demanding, pinning him against the tractor.
He gasps, and I take the opening, sliding my tongue into his mouth.
His groan is low, unguarded, and he presses into me, grinding against my hips.
I can feel him already hard, the firm outline of him pressing against my stomach.
His hands snatch at the hem of my T-shirt, yanking it up and over my head, tossing it carelessly onto the grass. My fingers fumble over the buttons of his flannel, trying to get the shirt off without losing contact.
I groan, frustrated. “How many goddamn buttons are on this thing?!”
He laughs softly, shaking his head before undoing the remaining buttons himself.
The flannel falls from his shoulders to reveal his beautiful bare chest, a summer tan still lingering on his golden skin.
Tiny moles are scattered across him, like stars in a constellation I’ve memorized, my favorite being the small one just beside his nipple.
I trace a finger over it lightly, and he shivers beneath my touch.
“Get on the tractor,” he orders, tilting his head toward it.
I don’t need to be told twice.
I scramble up the steps, the metal groaning under my weight, and drop onto the leather seat.
It’s worn and cracked, patched with duct tape.
I’ve watched Ashton ride this thing countless times, but this is the first time I’ve ever actually sat on it, and the novelty makes my stomach flutter in a mix of nerves and anticipation.
I gaze down at Ashton, my fingers flexing involuntarily at my sides, desperate to get my hands on him again.
He locks eyes with me as he unbuttons his jeans. He wiggles out of them, slowly sliding the denim down his thick thighs like he’s putting on a show for me. His long, rigid cock springs free, already leaking. He kicks off his boots and socks before joining me on the tractor, stark naked.
He straddles my thick thighs, his arms sliding around my neck as he crashes our mouths together. The kiss is hungry and frantic. He catches the ring in my lip between his teeth, tugging gently, and a low groan vibrates up from my chest.
The open air, the stretch of orchard around us, sends a sharp thrill through my veins. The threat of danger only makes it hotter. The fact that Ashton wanted this badly enough to take that risk, to drag me out here and demand it, makes my dick throb in my pants.
He grinds on me in slow, teasing circles. I lift my hips to rut against him, chasing the friction while my hands make a slow journey across his body. Despite the cool air, his skin is hot to the touch. My fingers trace down his ass, dipping into the crease and landing on something solid.
Ashton twitches in my lap, whimpering.
“You…” I pause, pressing on the silicone plug nestled in his ass. “Oh my god.”
He looks down at me through his lashes. “Wanted to be ready for you.”
Fuck.
I twist and toy with the plug, pushing it deeper.
I stare at Ashton’s face the entire time, mesmerized by the blissed-out expression on his face, the pink of his cheeks, the way his lips fall open in soft, breathless whines.
My thumb drags along the base of the plug, tracing the slick ring of muscle.
“Troy!” Ashton gasps, his cock hard and leaking between us. “Please, fuck me. Raw.”
I freeze, cupping his cheek. “Baby—”
“I got tested last week,” he rushes out, cheeks bright red. “I’m all good.”
My hands tighten on his ass cheeks, squeezing the firm, round muscle. “This is what you want?”
He nods, biting his bottom lip. “Wanna feel you come inside me.”
A smirk curls my lips. “Then take off my pants, sweetheart. Show me how bad you want it.”
Without missing a beat, he fumbles with my pants and shimmies them down my thighs, letting them pool around my ankles. My cock stands hard and flushed. He licks his lips at the sight, then straddles me again, holding my dick steady beneath him.
He pulls the plug out of his ass and tosses it aside. It clambers against the metal of the tractor and falls onto the ground, but I don’t have time to make a joke about it before he grabs the base of my dick. He holds it steady as he lowers himself onto my cock, my crown catching his rim.
I squeeze his hips as he sinks down further, surrounding me with the most divine pressure I’ve ever felt. He claws at my shoulders, his lips falling open in a blissful moan.
“God,” he groans as he settles on my lap, his body flush with mine. “So full.”
“Ash,” I whisper, unable to say anything else.
I nuzzle my face into his neck, breathing him in.
He smells impossibly earthy, like the orchard has seeped into his skin, carrying the fragrance of rain-soaked tree bark, fallen leaves, and cherries.
He tips his head back when I press my mouth to his throat, kissing a slow path along warm skin.
I graze him with my teeth, gentle and teasing, and his breath catches, soft sounds slipping past his lips as his nails dig into my flesh.
He swivels his hips, the motion smooth and intentional. It feels like heaven.
I pull back to meet his eyes. “You take me so well, baby.” I lift a hand to sweep his hair back from his face, tucking it gently behind his ear. “Like you were made for me.”
He melts under the touch, a soft, satisfied smile curving his swollen lips as he leans into my palm.
He rocks against me, one hand on my shoulder, the other flat against my chest. My gaze catches on the smooth expanse of his skin, the faint golden hair that glows in the fading sunlight.
His stomach bulges where my length moves inside him, shifting with each slow movement.
A bead of sweat trickles down the side of my face. Every nerve ending in my body is tuned-in to his movements, the rhythmic drop of his hips, the slick heat and pressure squeezing my bare cock. It’s pure ecstasy.
His body squeezes me like a vise as he starts riding me in earnest, bouncing hard and fast. The wet slide of our bodies and the breathless sounds he makes drift into the open air.
In the hush of the outdoors, everything feels louder—each smack of flesh, every strained whimper—carried easily through the stillness around us.
His fingers tighten on my nipple, twisting and pulling on the metal bar. I gasp, arching into his touch as he flicks and pulls on the bud. The ache is delicious and sharp, sending a jolt of arousal coursing through my blood.
“Yes,” I hiss, thrusting into his heat. “Just like that, baby.”
He dips his head to suck on my nipple, biting and licking the piercing as he rides me. It’s clumsy and messy, but it’s fucking perfect.
I choke out a groan, my hips punching into him. His lips pop off my nipple as his body goes pliant on top of me, letting me take control. I fuck him hard and fast, hammering into that spot inside him that makes his mouth fall open in pleasure.
He rocks down against me, whimpering and meeting my thrusts halfway.
“Yeah, that’s it.” I groan, bucking into him as he leans back, bracing himself against the steering wheel. “Ride my cock on this tractor, farm boy.”
He gasps, lashes fluttering. “Oh, f-fuck—Troy!”
I grab his dick, smoothing my thumb against the leaking head. Ashton whines, his knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel, struggling to keep himself upright. His golden hair flops against his forehead, damp with sweat.
“Come on my cock, blondie,” I beg, stroking him in time with my thrusts.
My thighs are shaking with effort, muscles trembling as my orgasm builds inside me. I’m biting my lip so hard I can taste blood. I toy with the head of his cock, squeezing it softly, relishing the way he gasps and twitches at the touch.
He drops his head back, whining broken syllables that sound like my name. His body tenses as his dick swells in my hand, shooting his load across my chest. He convulses and tightens around me, riding me through his orgasm with fast, frantic jolts of his hips.
I grab his waist, holding him flush against me as I pump him full of my release. My vision turns white, pleasure firing through my synapses, every nerve in my body tuned-in to nothing but Ashton. His heavy breathing. His impossibly tight heat. His come dripping down my stomach.
My forehead drops against his chest as I fight to catch my breath. Ashton clings to me, his arms locked around my neck. He’s solid and warm where he straddles me—sweat-slicked skin, steady heartbeat, all of him pressing close—and I wouldn’t shift him away for anything.
He fits here. In my lap. In my arms. Our bodies still tangled together, breaths slowly syncing as the world narrows to this single point of contact.
I would let his crushing weight steal the air from my lungs if it meant getting to feel him like this. As close as possible. Completely mine.
I lean back just enough to look at him, brushing my thumb along his cheek, still flushed and damp. “Was it as good as you imagined in your dirty fantasies?” I tease softly.
Ashton huffs out a breath that turns into a quiet laugh before he leans in and kisses me again. It’s slow and sweet, his fingers slipping into my hair, combing through it gently.
A blissed-out smile tugs at his lips. “Even better.”