Chapter 18
Chapter eighteen
Wyatt
Rory looked fucking edible.
My grip on his neck garnered an instant reaction, his mouth opening, his eyes widening. Heat simmered in his gaze, and my cock reacted at once. The new hardware on the tip felt different, and sex was better than it ever had been before—though that could be all Rory.
“C’mere,” I said, guiding him the few steps over to the copse of white birch. “Hands against the trunk.”
“Damn, you really like trees, don’t you?” he teased.
I gave his lush ass a light spank, and the quick intake of breath was all the reward I needed. “Be good.”
“Maybe you should make me,” he said, glancing back.
The blood pumped hot and heavy, those words igniting me. My cock was hard as fuck, and Rory was the reason.
I crowded against his back and, with my body weight, slammed him up against the tree, a light whup escaping him. “Hands up, baby. Sounds like someone wants to get taken rough tonight.”
A shiver ran down his spine, and I speared my fingers through his hair, tugging his head back.
I nipped and bit along his neck, and those gorgeous moans echoed in the barren wintry landscape.
The sun had set, leaving the velvet night that soaked the forest shades darker.
Even though we were out in the open, this felt private in a way I craved, just the two of us in the middle of the towering trees, the rambling fields, the breathtaking night sky.
Crowded against him like this, his lush ass pressed against my hard-as-nails cock, the urge to drive inside him roared through me like wildfire.
Rory placed his hands up against the trunk, and I nipped his earlobe.
“Good boy.”
“Oh god,” he moaned out.
I reached around and undid the button and zipper of his jeans one-handedly, then yanked them down.
I palmed his supple ass cheek, my mouth watering from the sight and feel.
Then I circled to his front and ran my palm along his length, the combination of the soft skin and firmness there intoxicating.
“Fuck,” he gasped, and I yanked his hair back again.
“Is my good boy going to take my cock, out here in the middle of nowhere?” I asked. “Just bend over for me and let me fill that tight hole again and again?”
“Yes, please.” His tone was breathless and needy, and I was addicted.
I unzipped my jeans and tugged out my cock, loving the sight of the Prince Albert that he’d put there.
It was like I carried a mark from him everywhere with me.
The brisk air would be sensitive on his warmed skin, but I burned with such a ferocious heat that the chill barely affected me.
Besides, I’d be burying myself inside his heat as fast as I could.
I snagged the packets of condom and lube from my pocket, taking a cue from Rory, and I let go of his hair to sheathe and lube up.
“Bet you can take me right now, can’t you?” I murmured, then nipped at his nape. “You want me to slide in, no prep.”
“What does a straight boy like you know about prep?” Rory snarked back. God, that fucking mouth. I loved it. A grin stretched my lips on automatic, wickedness flaring through me.
I pried his cheeks open, slotted my tip at his entrance, and then I pushed right in.
Rory cried out, the sound echoing through the area.
I took my time sinking in inch by inch, but he accepted my length with ease. And fuuuuck, the feeling was unparalleled. The added sensitivity of the piercing sent a heady dose of pleasure through my veins as I sank inside his heat. The tight grip strangled my cock, so, so damn good.
“God, baby. Who needs prep with a slutty hole like that?” I speared his hair with my fingers again, keeping him braced against the tree with my body weight.
I pulled back slightly with my hips and then thrust in again.
Bliss flooded through me at the simple motion, and a long, low moan left Rory.
I began to rock in and out of his hole, taking my time with him, as if we weren’t out in the middle of a public preserve under the night sky.
As if we had an eternity before us and not a question.
He looked so perfect, his skin illuminated by scraps of moonlight and etched in shadows.
His inky hair was tangled up in my fingers, soft and glossy, and the jiggle of those cheeks every time I sank back inside him mesmerized me.
His hole strangled my cock in the best damn way, and each thrust created fireworks with the extra sensation from the piercing.
His palms splayed out on the tree trunk before us, darker against the shade of white birch.
With each deliberate thrust, I rocked him against the tree.
The crisp air mingled with the clean, refreshing scent that was wholly Rory, and I leaned in and licked along the side of his neck as I fucked into him a little faster.
Each pump coaxed more moans out of him, sounds I craved.
His responsiveness, his enthusiasm, his sensuality were spellbinding, and I couldn’t get enough.
I’d wanted to do this the opposite way, talk and then fuck, but we couldn’t seem to keep our hands off each other.
The contrast of the chilly breeze with the blossoming heat between us elevated me higher as I fucked into him with hard, purposeful thrusts, as though I could somehow merge us together. As though, if I buried into him deep enough, he could be mine. Because god, I wanted Rory Brannon to be mine.
Sweat burst on my cold skin as I took my time, savoring the feel of him, of the sting of skin on skin when we collided together. Rory shifted his hips, all but fucking himself on my cock, as if he could speed this up somehow. Not on my damn watch.
I gave his hair another tug and continued my even tempo, nipping at his neck to taste the salt of sweat on his skin.
His body was all lush, firm lines beneath me, and I was addicted to everything about him.
From those big fuck-me eyes to his pouty lips, to the wicked arch of his brows and his smartass mouth.
He kept me guessing, tossed the monotony in my life out the window.
I would never have thought about fucking someone in the middle of a public preserve, but Rory pushed me out of my comfort zone in the best damn way.
I thrust into him harder, losing myself to the rhythm, to the grip of his lush hole around my cock, to the gasps and moans and groans that flooded the clearing.
Wildness surged through me, an intensity I succumbed to as I rode him rough, the way I’d promised.
Each time I fucked into him, the smack of our collision stung, and he scratched into the bark of the tree he clutched onto, leaving slight imprints there.
“You close, baby?” I asked, my voice coming out low and hoarse.
The thump, thump, thump inside me was reaching a crescendo, and I wouldn’t be able to hold back for long.
“God yeah,” he gasped.
“Then you won’t mind if I go nice, easy, and slow,” I teased, savoring the slide inside him.
The way his silken strands felt in my grip.
How his moans lit me up inside. We moved in tandem like we’d been doing this dance for years, our bodies responding to each other with a natural ease that surprised me.
One I didn’t realize still existed…at least for me.
Rory wasn’t just a fresh start. He was the hope for a love that I’d given up on a long time ago.
And I clutched onto every second with him.
The sensations overtook me far too fast, the tight squeeze of his hole, the sinful glide, the sparks when my piercing struck home. Sweat prickled on my brow and cooled there just as fast from the chilly breezes. Except nothing but heat percolated between us, growing into an inferno.
Goddamn. I needed to come more than I needed my next breath.
I let go of his hair and wrapped my hand around his cock.
“Ngh,” he moaned, and I began to stroke.
Right now, we were just sweat and heat and the sort of passion that brought me to my knees. He felt so perfect, and we moved with a ferocity, a desperation that bled into the surrounding air. I fucked into him with abandon, and he thrust his hips back over and over again.
The tension coiled up inside me, threatening to spill over.
Rory threw his head back with a loud shout, and his hole spasmed tight around my cock as he came. His hot cum oozed over my hand.
That was all it took to send me vaulting over the ledge.
“Fuuuuck,” I groaned out. My balls drew up, and oblivion stole me away.
The pleasure rushed in fast and fierce, enough that the breath was knocked from my lungs.
I sank my teeth into Rory’s shoulder, right in the soft spot by his neck, trying to ride out the intensity of the sensations rolling through me.
I floated in this nebulous place I didn’t want to come down from, just waves of bliss.
Goddamn.
I sagged against him, crushing him against the tree as I licked over the area I’d bitten. Every time with him was better than the last, which seemed impossible, really.
“Holy shit, I don’t think I can feel my legs,” he said. Full-on trembles rocked through his body, which was hot as fuck. I wanted to stay buried inside him, but we both needed to get zipped back up considering the cold winter air.
Reluctantly, I pulled out of his ass, the chill settling through me, and I made quick work of tying off the condom, tucking my cock back in, and zipping up.
Rory rested his hands against the tree, his shoulders heaving.
I pressed a kiss against the side of his neck as I dragged his boxer briefs and jeans up, taking care in getting him situated.
He pushed upright, though his legs and arms still trembled.
“Hey, look, ‘white’ birch for a reason, am I right?” Rory said, pointing to where his spunk had hit the tree.
A laugh ripped from my throat, and a huge grin followed. The lightness that bubbled up inside me was everything I’d wanted from a relationship, a sunlight I craved. He was the exact opposite to my seriousness, and I hadn’t realized how badly I needed that in my life.
“Well, I’ll never be able to see them the same way,” I said.
Rory flashed me a brilliant smile, his features a bit softer in the wake of his release. “Well, now I have a favorite tree.”
“Think it might be one of mine too.” My heart thundered, and I ran my thumb along his cheek to savor the feel of him. “Though we should head on back down the trail.”
“Where to next?” Rory asked, and I loved that he assumed the date wasn’t over.
If I could, I wanted him in my bed, in my life, for as long as I could keep him.
I just didn’t know if he felt the same. However, broaching that here, right after we’d fucked, didn’t work for me. “We’ll head to my place.” I crouched and gestured behind me. “Come on, get up. I’ll carry you back.”
“You can’t be serious,” Rory said. “I’m a full-grown man.”
“I’m still bigger,” I teased.
“Yeah, you are.” The throatiness of his voice zapped me with lust. He conceded, and a second later he was climbing onto my back.
Rory wasn’t small by any means, but he was slender, and I loved having his heat pressed up against me.
Besides, I was used to hefting around lumber and doing heavy labor. Picking him up wasn’t a big deal.
“Let’s go.” I set off back toward the beginning of the trail.
We hadn’t even gone the whole route through before we’d been sidetracked, so it wouldn’t be a bad hike.
The crisp air invigorated me, and feeling his body pressed against mine soothed me in an unexpected way.
I craved him with every ounce of my being, with a fervor I hadn’t realized I possessed.
“Gonna dick me down when we get back to your apartment? We haven’t christened your bed yet,” he said, nipping at my neck. My cock made an attempt to wake up, but it was spent.
“I’m not in my twenties anymore,” I warned. “My refractory period is a bit longer.”
“I could hold your cock in my mouth until you get hard,” he teased.
Heat flared through me with a blinding ferocity. I’d never even considered that, but with Rory I dove into all this new exploration headfirst. In my regular life, I was planned, methodical. Never impulsive.
However, he pulled me out of my ruts with ease, bringing a refreshing liveliness to my days that I couldn’t quit.
I needed two talks. One with him about whether he might want more.
And two, with my daughter.
My chest pinched tight at the idea of any potential upset, but the weight of Rory anchored my decision.
The buzz of a phone cut through the hushed nighttime air, and a second later, Rory tugged out his phone. “It’s my boss. He doesn’t usually call.”
“Better pick up,” I said as I continued down the path, closer to the parking lot.
“What do you need?” Rory asked, clearly talking to Owen. I’d spoken to the guy a few times but had mostly just heard about him—through both Harper and Rory. He sounded like a stand-up boss from the way he took care of the people who worked for him. “Shit,” Rory swore. “You’re how far away?”
“What happened?” I asked.
“Owen’s car broke down, and he needs to get supplies to the shop. Can we do a quick run?” Rory asked me.
My heart squeezed tight—not just at Rory’s instant support for Owen but for his consideration of me as well. For someone who’d never navigated a relationship before, he was taking all the right steps. “Yeah, of course.”
It wasn’t until he hung up that a realization hit me. “Harper’s not at the shop tonight, is she?”
“Nah,” Rory said. “She finished up a few hours ago.” With the way he pressed up against me, I could feel when his body stiffened.
“Hey,” I said, my voice low. “I know you guys work together. That’s not going to scare me away.”
His lips brushed against my neck in a soft kiss, one that said everything from the man who doled out snarky comments at the drop of a hat just to avoid emotions.
A shiver ran through me, along with a deep, stirring desire to claim him in every way possible, heart and soul.
I needed Rory to be mine.