Chapter 22
JULIAN
I’ve always considered myself to be a pacifist. I didn’t want to burst Ranger’s bubble when he suggested that he wanted to teach me to defend myself, but I’d sooner let a bear maul me than shoot at it.
I have to admit, though, that target practice was fun.
And more than that, it was unbelievably sexy to see Ranger in his element, his face full of pride, his muscles flexing…
Whew, it’s making my dick hard just thinking about it.
Since we arrived at the range separately, he follows me in his truck back to my place and parks next to me.
For just a second as I make my way from my truck to the house, I notice the red hue of the sky from the wildfires.
I make a mental note to check how far off they are now.
The smell of burning wood seems heavier.
“Do you want something to drink?” I ask as we both kick off our shoes. Princess Pinecone greets us with a tail wag, nudging my hand with her snout until I give her a scratch behind her ears.
“Water’s fine.”
“Coming right up. Make yourself comfortable.” I head into the kitchen to get a couple of glasses of water. When I return to the living room, I catch Ranger stretching his neck and using his fingers to knead the muscles.
“Are you okay?” I set down the glasses and sit next to him on the couch.
“I’m fine, just a little sore. I spent the past few days painting my house, basically sending my body into shock with the sudden bout of activity,” he says, shooting me a wry smile. “Yoga and a shower this morning loosened them up a bit, but then the shooting made me tense all over again.”
“If you want, I could give you a massage,” I offer, waggling my eyebrows. “I have oils and everything.”
“Really?” He perks up.
“I give excellent massages,” I purr. Okay, more often than not, I’m massaging the horses, but they never complain, and let me tell you, horses are much harsher critics than humans, so I’m pretty confident in my skills.
Besides, any excuse I can come up with to get this man shirtless and oiled up is a win in my book.
“I’d love a massage,” Ranger agrees.
I take his hand, thread my fingers through his, and yank him off the couch.
“I’ll go get the oils. You get shirtless and go lie on my bed.
” I point him in the direction of my bedroom and give him a playful slap on the ass, which earns me an arched eyebrow.
I chuckle and make a shooing motion, taking a second to appreciate the way his jeans hug his ass as he heads toward my bedroom. “Lose the jeans too,” I call after him.
“I’m starting to think this massage idea is just an excuse to get me naked.”
I gasp with feigned indignation. “I would never.”
The rich sound of his laugh echoes down the hall, sending a happy little thrill through me.
With my oils in hand, I bite back a groan as I step into my bedroom.
The sight of Ranger in nothing but a pair of tight black briefs, spread out facedown on my bed, is the stuff wet dreams are made of.
Dark hair covers his thighs, which are widened just a little but oh-so inviting.
I wonder how he would feel about my tongue on his hole.
He said he was up for a bit of exploration, but rimming is over the line for a lot of men.
I palm my cock and give myself just one second to indulge in the fantasy of grabbing Ranger’s cheeks and stroking him with my tongue until he’s screaming with pleasure.
I let out a long breath through my nose and climb onto the bed, then shuffle up until I’m straddling his glorious, glorious ass. I can’t resist giving one of the cheeks a quick slap just to watch it jiggle.
“Hey,” he protests with another laugh.
“Sorry, I was compelled by the God of Glorious Glutes.” I shrug, even though his face is buried in my pillow. Ungh, to have him biting that pillow. Focus, Julian, focus. Massage first…okay, massage with a side of seduction, then fun.
As I click open the cap on the oil, the soothing scent of lavender fills the room. I pour a generous amount into my palms and rub them together to get the oil nice and warm, then lay my hands on his shoulders and knead his tight muscles.
Ranger gives a low moan. “Smells good,” he mumbles into the pillow.
“Lavender is great for stress relief.” At least it is in horses, so probably humans too.
I put my muscles into working out a big knot right between his shoulder blades. The oil warms a bit more against his skin, helping my hands to slide easily. Ranger relaxes little by little, letting me knead his muscles into submission until he’s like melted butter underneath me.
My cock is more than half-hard, pressing against the curve of his ass, and every one of his muffled groans makes me harder. Honestly, I should earn some kind of medal of honor for not grinding myself against him.
I shimmy down a little so I can work on his lower back. “If you want, you can take your underwear off so I don’t get them all oily,” I say oh-so innocently. Ranger rumbles with amusement. I’m not fooling him for a second.
“If I do, are you going to spank me again?”
I tsk. “Please, I am a professional.”
“Uh-huh.” He doesn’t seem terribly convinced, but he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs anyway and shoves them down.
Sweet baby unicorns. Ungh.
I lean over and bite the plump globe of his behind. Ranger squeals in a very dignified, armed forces sort of way.
“A bite is not a spank,” I point out before he can accuse me of breaking my word.
He mutters something that sounds like semantics, and I return to massaging him. I press my hands over his lower back and then slowly down to his butt, which seems as tense as the rest of him. He should work on unclenching from time to time. I guess that’s what I’m here to help him with.
I knead his butt muscles harder, shamelessly parting them just enough to get a peek at his hole. My cock jerks, precum dampening my underwear, and I bite back a groan.
“Where do you stand on butt stuff?” I ask, my voice coming out strained, not as casual as I was hoping for.
“Butt stuff? Are we twelve?” His voice drips with amusement, but I notice he tilts his hips up just a little, maybe subconsciously?
“My finger in your ass,” I say bluntly. “Possibly my tongue. Maybe one day, my cock if you’re interested.”
Ranger tightens his arms around the pillow, his hips jerking and his hole clenching and then relaxing.
“Okay,” he answers roughly.
“Okay?” What exactly is he agreeing to? Specifics are good in these situations.
“Maybe just your fingers today so we can see how that goes.”
I grunt in agreement, kneading his muscles deeper, then slipping one thumb into the crease of his cheeks and just barely teasing his hole.
Ranger lies perfectly still, seeming to hold his breath as I grab the bottle of oil again and drizzle some into his crease, then use two fingers to spread it around the outside of his hole.
Using my index and middle finger, I gently circle his rim, waking up all those nerve endings he probably never knew he had. Back and forth, round and round, just like I’d do with my tongue, slowly coaxing him to relax for me.
“You’re so sexy,” I murmur, leaning forward and kissing his oiled shoulder. “I’m kind of crazy about you,” I confess, hoping he won’t read more into the words than is safe. I don’t want to scare him away, but my mouth seems to be running away with me.
His hole softens enough that a bit of pressure lets the tip of my finger ease inside. He gasps and clenches, and I press another series of kisses against his back, down his spine, whispering more sweet words I hope he’s too lust drunk to pay much attention to.
Ranger’s inner muscles are tight, his channel hot and silky as I gradually push my finger inside, little by little until I’m knuckle deep.
I take it slow at first, gently stroking my finger in and out, using my thumb to tease the rim of his hole between thrusts. With my free hand, I trail along his back, over his ass, down his thighs, gathering every grunt and gasp he gives me and storing them away to think about later, over and over.
I add a second finger and fuck him faster. I crook my digits in search of his prostate, my cock throbbing when he lets out a sharp gasp and pushes himself back against my fingers. “Oh god, that’s…”
I dig my other fingers into his butt cheek and peg his prostate again and again until he’s a panting and trembling mess.
“Oh fuck. Oh, god. Julian.” Ranger cants his hips helplessly, fucking himself on my fingers, his fists clenched tightly around my bedsheets.
A shudder runs through his body, and his inner muscles clamp tightly around my fingers.
Another low, long groan falls from his lips, making my cock ache and my balls tighten.
I work my fingers in and out, fucking him through his orgasm until he collapses back onto the bed with a tired sigh.
I hastily unbutton my pants, shove them down just enough to reach one oily hand inside, and pull out my cock. I’m already throbbing desperately, right on the edge after Ranger’s ass pulsed around my fingers.
I ease my fingers out of his now relaxed hole, glistening with oil, and grab his cheek and spread as I fist my cock.
“Ranger…” I gasp his name, and he groans in response. My hand flies over my erection, tugging hard and fast as I imagine how good it would feel to sink inside him and fill him with my cum. “Ungh,” I cry out, my balls tightening and my cock spasming in my grasp.
Hot, thick ropes of cum shoot out, covering Ranger’s hole, landing across the swell of his ass cheeks, dripping into his crease. I pant and moan, slowing my strokes but unwilling to stop staring at how perfectly debauched Ranger looks covered in my release.
I shuffle off him and get a towel to clean him up. Even if it should be illegal to clean up such a pretty, pretty mess.
“Wait,” he grunts.
“I’m going to get a towel.”
“Come here first.” I crawl back up the bed and lie down next to him.
He lifts his arm and drapes it over me, a smile on his lips, his face looking thoroughly relaxed, which I take as evidence of a job well done.
“I’m a little crazy about you too,” he says.
My heart leaps into my throat. Before I can try to backtrack or reassure him I didn’t mean anything serious by it, he presses a soft kiss to my lips.
“Lie here for a few minutes. Then we’ll shower together again. I liked that.”
“I liked that too.” I kiss him one more time, then rest my forehead against his, closing my eyes, and sink into the moment while it lasts.