Chapter 17
RANGER
Julian’s kiss is eager and hungry without showing any hesitation. His hand unashamedly pulls my head toward his, and I love it. Almost as much as I appreciated the way he was ogling me, not even masking he wasn’t checking me out. It feels good.
His tongue slips between my lips, invading my mouth, sweet and seductive. He tastes fresh, minty, as if he’s had Tic Tacs or something. But he’s also uniquely Julian, with that flavor that’s all him: sunshine and happiness.
I hesitate for a moment, then wrap my arms around him and cup his ass.
That luscious ass I’ve dreamed of. He rewards me by plastering his body against mine, and all my senses are full of him.
How he feels just right in my arms, his sweet taste, his intoxicating smell, the hot sounds he makes as we kiss and kiss and kiss.
He’s taking his time, thoroughly exploring my mouth, and I’m just as eager to do the same to him. I love how he’s careful in his moves, always signaling his intent by halting just a fraction, giving me time to mentally get ready…or to say no. Consent really is sexy, I’m telling you.
When he gently pushes against my chest, I get the hint, and we stumble backward and drop onto a pile of hay, Julian on top of me.
Thank fuck I don’t have hay fever. The hay is rough against my bare skin, but it smells amazing, and who would’ve known a tumble in the hay would actually be hot?
Then again, I suspect anything would be hot when it’s Julian kissing me.
His body covers mine everywhere, and I like it. I’ve never had a man on top of me, and it’s different. Harder, not the soft curves of a woman. And yet it doesn’t feel unfamiliar or strange at all. We fit like two pieces of a puzzle, our bodies all but melding together.
I knead his ass as we continue the kiss, stealing breaths from each other’s mouths as we chase and capture, pursue and surrender.
The small sounds he makes in the back of his throat are encouraging, as is the unmistakable pressure of his hard dick against my body.
Another new sensation for me, but it feels wonderfully right.
His jeans are tight, which makes his ass pop like you wouldn’t believe, but it does pose a challenge when I try to wriggle one hand under his waistband. The damn pants are so tight I only get three fingers in, and even if they’re long, it’s not nearly enough to touch as much of him as I want to.
Julian doesn’t break off the kiss but rolls to one side and, with his left hand, opens the button on his jeans and unzips it. I appreciate a man who can multitask.
“Mmm, better.” I sigh into his mouth and slip a hand under his underwear. His skin feels warm and smooth under my rough fingers, and I caress him almost reverently. He’s so…pretty. Beautiful. Gorgeous.
Not in any way like Alex, who was a tough soldier, his body as trained as mine, and nothing but solid muscles.
Not that I ever got the chance to kiss him or even hold him, but he wouldn’t have felt the same.
Julian is so much smaller and leaner, and even though I know he’s not fragile, he feels as if I can break him in two.
“You good?” Julian asks, and I blink. When did we stop kissing?
“Yeah. I was just…thinking of how pretty you are.”
His face breaks open in a wide smile. “Look at you, flirting like a pro.”
“Is it flirting if it’s the truth?”
He winks at me. “It is if you say it in that low, sexy voice of yours.”
“You like my voice?”
“Frack, yes. Have you heard yourself? Well, of course you have, but your own voice always sounds weird because it’s in your head. But trust me on this. You have an incredibly sexy voice, perfect for whispering dirty things in my ear.”
No one has ever made me feel the way he does. Hot. Wanted. Desirable, even with all my hang-ups and weaknesses—weaknesses he’s probably more aware of than anyone else. Like I’m worthy of his affection. “Dirty things? Like what?”
“Oh, I don’t know… You could tell me what you’re feeling or thinking right now that’s got you so hard…”
He grinds his hips down on my erection, and a low moan flies from my lips. God, that feels incredible.
“Or you could fantasize about what you’d like to do to me and describe it to me in detail. Splendid, sexy detail…”
I swallow. Pictures flood my brain of Julian riding me, his head thrown back and his face showing nothing but pleasure as my cock fills him to the max.
His sweet lips wrapped around my cock, his eyes fixed on mine as he takes me deep into his mouth.
Me jacking myself off and coming all over him. Marking his skin with my cum…
I swear I have no idea when I became that guy, the kind of man who gets all possessive and primitive.
“Ranger, we’ll do whatever you’re comfortable with.” His voice has lost its teasing tone. I’ve stayed silent too long. He must think he’s scaring me or going too fast.
I bring my lips close to his ear, then blow out a soft breath. He shivers. “I want to do everything to you…”
“God, yes, please. Whatever you want, I volunteer as tribute.”
Leave it to Julian to make me smile, even when I’m seconds away from ripping his clothes off and burying myself inside him.
But I don’t want to rush this. I want to savor this experience and not just because it’s my first time with another man.
It feels too special to hurry. Something tells me that every step of this journey will be worth it, and it would be a shame to skip ahead.
I lift my hips and, at the same time, push his ass downward, creating delicious pressure on my dick. My moan mingles with Julian’s strangled groan. “Do that again,” he says breathily.
While I undulate my hips, I catch his bottom lip between my teeth and gently pull it out, then let it go with a plop. His cheeks flush, and his eyes darken as they bore into mine. “Ranger…” he whispers.
This time, Julian grinds his body down on mine with a slow move, his eyes never leaving mine. His cheeks are burning, his lips wet and red, and he’s never looked prettier. I catch his lips in another kiss, and then we both multitask, our tongues and lips twirling in the same rhythm as our bodies.
Not another word is spoken as we chase our pleasure, sliding and grinding against each other in an erotic dance unlike any I’ve ever participated in.
Our joint gasps and moans fill the barn, and sweat beads on my skin.
The pressure is exquisite, and the tension in my body is building up with every twist of my hips, every swirl of his.
My hand is still on his bare ass, and my fingers find his hole, which I imagine will be as pretty as the rest of him. I wait a beat, but when he only moans, I press two fingers against his entrance. I greedily swallow the needy sound Julian makes.
He moans, bucking his hips uncontrolled, seeking more pressure. Our breaths speed up, our kisses now sloppy and breathy, and Julian’s eyes are closed.
My balls feel full and heavy, tingling with need, and it won’t take much more to send me over the edge.
My movements are driven by instinct, by the need to come, and they’re far from coordinated anymore.
I just need…more. A bit more friction. Our bodies become frantic, sliding and pressing against each other.
I’m so fucking close, every cell in me hurtling toward release.
“I’m right on the edge,” Julian pants.
“Me too,” I manage.
He opens his eyes, meeting my gaze with naked desire and, surprisingly, tenderness. “Let’s fly, baby.”
I let go, groaning loudly as I circle my hips upward with force one last time, and then my orgasm breaks free.
It rolls over me like a tsunami, making my body shake from my toes to the crown of my head.
My trapped cock releases, and I grunt as my balls squeeze out every last drop.
I only faintly register Julian tensing up and then shuddering as well, his body jerking against mine.
For a moment, I feel like I’m falling, and panic claws at me, but then his lips are on mine, and he pulls me back in with a slow, deep kiss. When we finally break apart, my underwear is all sticky, and I grimace.
Julian chuckles. “Coming in your pants always sounds amazing…until about a minute later.”
“Right? But was it? Amazing, I mean?”
His smile is soft as he kisses me on my lips, then scrambles up. “That was hot as fudge.”
“It was,” I agree.
We look at each other as we’re standing, and then we burst out in laughter. “You somewhat resemble a scarecrow,” Julian says. “A sexy one, admittedly, but you have hay everywhere.”
He’s a little better, but it still takes us at least two minutes to get the worst of the hay off him. Even then, I still look like I just took a tumble in the hay, which I did, so whatever.
“Wanna freshen up inside?” Julian asks.
I shoot him a doubtful look. “Not sure this can be salvaged with a quick wash.”
His breath catches, and his eyes flash. “We could take a shower together?”