Jesse #3
His hands tightened at my waist, anchoring me, holding me in place, and I kissed him back harder, closer, my body pressing into his, my cock aching with the need to be free, to be inside him.
The world faded to nothing but the press of our mouths, the grip of his hands, the undeniable truth that I was desperate for him.
I broke the kiss just long enough to breathe, our lips brushing with every exhale.
I reached up, my thumb brushing his cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured, my voice rough with emotion.
His breath hitched, his eyes fluttering closed for a second before he opened them again, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that stole my breath. “Jesse,” he whispered.
We fumbled to unbutton jeans, and I gasped, breaking the kiss long enough to drag in a ragged breath when we were skin to skin.
“Fuck, Lucas—”
His touch was possessive, his thumbs pressing into the dip just above my ass cheeks, spreading me open enough to tease. I could feel how hard he was, the thick ridge of his cock grinding against mine.
Then, his kisses trailed down my jaw, his teeth grazing my pulse point before he sucked hard and worked his way lower, biting at the tendon in my neck, soothing the sting with his tongue.
His fingers dipped, brushing the sensitive skin behind my balls, and I jerked, my cock throbbing painfully. “Lucas—”
“Bedroom,” he ordered, and in seconds, I’d lifted him.
We stumbled down the hall to his room, my body reacting before my brain could catch up.
He moved slowly and deliberately, which had my vision blurring, and in a flurry of motion, we had our jeans off, all clothes gone, and he was caging me on the mattress.
The cool air hit my bare skin, and before I could brace myself, he took me deep, his throat opening around me as if he’d been built for this.
A broken sound tore out of me, my fingers scrambling for purchase as my hips jerked forward, chasing the wet heat of his mouth.
“Up here,” I breathed. I couldn’t think.
“I want to see…” I couldn’t do anything but feel—the slick glide of his tongue, the way his fingers dug into my flesh, the obscene sounds of him choking on my cock.
My thighs trembled, my orgasm building fast and inevitable, but just as I was about to tip over the edge, he pulled off, climbing me until I had him in my arms.
I whined, my cock throbbing, pre-cum dripping down the shaft. “Lucas, please—”
I was so close. So, fucking close. My hands tangled in his hair, my hips twitching, coiled tight as his hand wrapped around my cock again, his thumb swiping over the head, spreading the pre-cum before he stroked me, slow and deliberate.
“Show me,” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear.
I came with a cry, my back arched, my cock pulsing in his grip, stripes of white painting his fingers.
He didn’t stop stroking me through it, drawing out every trembling wave until I was boneless, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
Only then did he let go, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean, his eyes never leaving mine.
I was on him in an instant, pushing him down to the bed, swallowing him, tracing a scar on his hip, and it wasn’t long before he gripped my hair and it was game over; he was coming hard and hauling me up until we were a sticky, sated mess.
“That was hot, cowboy,” he murmured. “So hot.”
“I need to tell the hands what we’re doing.”
“Right now?” he teased, and I ignored him.
“Sleeping with the enemy is a thing,” I said. I hated the way I phrased it but, to be fair to us both, that was what he was doing.
“We could keep it quiet, I’m not here to out you.”
“I need to say something. Are you okay with that?”
“Does everyone knowing mean we get to kiss in the barn?”
He huffed a laugh. “You want to kiss in the barn?”
“Always.”
“Yeah, I guess we can kiss in the barn, if it’s not obvious.”
“Yeah, we don’t need to traumatize Boone.”
“There’s something else.”
“What?”
“If my dad… if you see him, don’t tell him, don’t put yourself in the firing line for his hate. He’s not worth it.”
“Sure thing, cowboy.”
It was a full hour of us cuddling the shit out of each other later when Lucas reached for my cellphone and passed it to me. “Send Hoyt a message.”
“Huh?”
“You have his number?”
“If it’s the same one I sent the news about Walter too, yes, but he never replied to that, so…”
“Send your big brother a message, tell him you hope he’s okay.”
“Why?”
“Because life is too short not to know family that might care about you.”
“Like you and Walter missed out?”
“Yeah.”
I opened the message app and stared at the screen. “I don’t wanna say I miss him,” I blurted. Even if it was true. I thrust the phone at Lucas. “You do it.”
He nodded, then typed a short message.
Jesse: Feel better, Hoyt. Real nice to hear from you.
He showed it to me. “Okay?”
I hid my face in my hands. “Yeah. Send it.”
It left my phone and flew wherever Hoyt was currently healing, and somehow it felt better and worse at the same time.