Chapter 29
RANGER
It’s chaotic and uncoordinated, elbows and knees getting in the way as we bump into each other, but we manage to undress, sharing sloppy, eager kisses in between.
I’m grateful for the limited visibility outside and the tinted windows of Julian’s truck.
If not for that, we might’ve had an audience for what we’re about to do.
I’m about to fuck him. Part of me protests at our first time together being in a truck, and yet it feels strangely appropriate. Nothing about our relationship has been normal.
The sensation of his naked skin against mine makes me even harder, which I didn’t think was possible. “I want you so bad,” I whisper, but it comes out more like a growl.
“Ditto.” Julian’s voice is as hoarse as mine.
I take his mouth again, unable to resist the temptation of his swollen, red lips. I want to drown myself in his taste, his smell, the featherlight touch of his fingers, the way he holds on to my shoulders as he rubs his body against mine like a horny stallion. So. Fucking. Hot.
He’s on my lap again, our cocks pressing against each other, trapped between our bodies. “What do I do?” Of course I know the mechanics, but doing this in a car is a little different, and I don’t want to hurt him.
“Under other circumstances…”
He nips at my bottom lip.
“I would love for you to prep me…”
His lips trail to my ear, and his teeth scrape my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine.
“But in this case…”
He sucks hard on that supersensitive spot behind my ear, and I’m pretty sure I’ll have a mark to show for it later. Why is that thought so thrilling?
“I’ll gladly do it myself so we can get this show on the road.”
I eye the dashboard off the truck. “Metaphorically speaking, I hope.”
He leans back and looks at me with a puzzled frown. “Huh?”
“I just wanted to make clear that the ‘on the road’ part wasn’t literally because driving while fucking you seems a tad ambitious for my first time. We can always do that later on when I’m more proficient at the whole getting naked and getting it on.”
It takes him a second, but then he bursts out laughing, his body shaking with the force of it. I grin, stupidly happy I made him laugh.
“Holy bananas, that was funny,” Julian says when he’s finally calmed down. Then he cups my cheeks, his eyes warm, and presses a tender kiss on my lips. “Thank you for making me laugh today. I needed that.”
He kisses me again, slower this time, and we settle into a different rhythm, one less frantic yet so much more intense. Julian sits astride my lap, his legs folded backward in what has to be uncomfortable, but he’s not complaining.
The faint light spilling in from outside shimmers over Julian’s smooth skin, making him glow. “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper against his lips. “So goddamn breathtaking.”
“So are you.”
No more words are needed as his tongue meets mine again, luring me deeper into his mouth until I can’t think of anything else but him.
He grabbles on the dashboard for the things he brought, then proves just how talented he is at multitasking as he keeps kissing me while he preps himself, devouring my mouth until the kiss consumes me, setting me on fire in a way I never experienced before.
He’s everywhere—around me, in me, over me, under me.
His mouth tastes like the most expensive whiskey, the flavor bold on my tongue.
Goose bumps pebble on my skin, where he scratches and strokes, claws and caresses.
And his scent, his tantalizing scent, salty and sweet with a hint of tangy sharpness.
I breathe in deeply, and something settles deep inside me.
He smells like sunshine and happiness, like safety. Like home.
He finally breaks off the kiss, tears open the condom, and rolls it onto my cock. I wait, my heart galloping, as he puts some more lube on it.
“Let me do this part,” Julian says, and I nod.
He shifts until he’s found a good position, and I sink as low on the bench as I can. Then he holds my dick with one hand and lowers himself, and all I can do is put my hands lightly on his slender hips and watch, mesmerized. He bites his bottom lip, his brows furrowed in concentration.
His hole presses against me, and I gasp as he lets me in. Tight, slick heat envelops my cock as Julian works himself down my length, inch by inch. Every slide of his hips brings me deeper inside him, increasing that unbelievable grip on my cock. I’m already far closer to my release than I want.
Finally, I’m buried to the hilt, and he holds still, his hands on my shoulders. Our eyes lock as he rises and sinks back down, and my fingers dig into his hips to help him. He does it again and again, and I swear, I have to fight for control and not batter into him like a rutting bull.
I don’t have words for how I feel, my body overloaded with sensations. Bliss, pure, explosive bliss radiates from my cock into my balls, my lower belly, my whole body. Every nerve is alive, more alive than I’ve ever felt in my life.
Julian throws back his head, and with closed eyes, he rides me.
He’s breathtaking. I’ve traveled all over the world and witnessed some pretty spectacular views, but I can’t think of anything more beautiful than Julian taking his pleasure from my body.
The faint red glow from outside makes him otherworldly, like a mythical creature, and oh my fucking god, I’m buried deep inside him, and I’m getting all misty-eyed and poetic, fucking sap that I am.
I stop trying to find words for what’s happening and, instead, surrender to the need thundering through my veins.
I meet him halfway now, responding to the siren’s call that’s as old as time.
Even though I’ve never done this before, my body knows what to do.
We fit together, move together, completely in sync, as if we’ve danced to the same song for years.
No more kisses now, our breaths coming too fast to manage that. He moans, and I grunt; he makes this high whimpering, and I respond with a low growl as he once again sinks down, taking me in all the way. I want to stay inside him. I want him to ride me forever. I want…
I want so much more than I should, so much more than is smart, but I can’t help it. I want. I want him, whichever way I can get him.
His movements become fast and furious, and I lose all ability to think. His hips roll and undulate. I take his cock in my hand, his pulse beating against my skin, and I circle his crown in a firm grip.
“Like that… Oh, shit. Shit! Yes, exactly like that.”
The fact that I made Julian swear says it all. I grit my teeth, fighting back the wave building inside me. “I can’t hold out much longer…”
My chest aches, and I don’t know if it’s from how fast my heart is beating or from my panting breaths or from this feeling inside me that’s too big for words. My hips rock as I thrust upward to meet him, fast snaps, slapping our flesh together.
“Ranger…” he says on a breathy exhale. “Please…”
My hand squeezes him tighter, desperate to bring him pleasure first, and then he explodes.
His body shakes uncontrollably as his cock spurts out its load into my hand.
He tightens around my cock, and it all but kills me to hold back.
But I don’t want to miss it. I don’t want to be so overwhelmed that I miss out on his pleasure.
I pump his cock, my grip lessening in strength, until he’s done.
Only then do I let go, a growl coming out from the back of my throat as my hips move, thrusting inside him with all my strength.
His cries mingle with my low, deep groans as the wave reaches its crescendo, rolling over me, and pleasure explodes in my body everywhere—my cock, my balls, my belly, the very tip of my toes, and in my heart.
Julian holds on to me, pressing his body against mine, his hands wrapped around my neck now, and I bury my face in his hair. When my body finally stops shivering and shuddering, it aches from the violence of my orgasm, and I’m so exhausted I could fall asleep right then and there.
“That was…” I say.
“Yeah.”
“I don’t have words.”
“Words are hard,” Julian agrees, and I smile in his hair, reveling in the sensation of his body still linked to mine.
“I guess we’re gonna have to move sometime soon?”
“Considering I’ve about lost feeling in my toes from being so cramped, that’d be good.” He releases me, and I do the same as he leans back. “But totally worth it.”
His sweet smile makes my heart dance. “Yeah?”
“I’d rate ten out of ten, would do it again.”
I’m still smiling when we rush back into our room, our half-dressed state getting some amused looks from a few people walking in the parking lot.
I don’t care. And neither do I care that all throughout our shower, Doc is making his displeasure about the lack of attention for him known.
That donkey will not cockblock me again.