“I told you.” I pull back far enough to look at him, chest heaving. “I’m not scared anymore.” I get my hands on his belt. “I’m going to fuck you against this boulder until neither one of us can stand up straight, just to prove that you’re mine.”
I spin him around again, pushing him chest-first against the rock. He braces his palms flat as I step in close behind him.
“Rhett…”
“I know.” I press in harder. “You’re the one who stopped running near a giant fucking rock. That’s on you, baby.”
He pushes back against me instead of answering, and I get a hand in his hair, tugging his head back so his throat is exposed, and I put my mouth there. His pulse is fast under my lips and getting faster. I drag my teeth down the side of his neck, slow enough that he feels every millimeter of it, and I feel him shudder.
“You’ve been waiting for me to do this all summer,” I say against his skin. “You wanted me to lose control—be my true self. Well, Colton Dawson, my true self wants to fuck this tight little asshole of yours and show you who’s really in charge,cowboy.”
He tries to turn around, but I don’t let him.
“Not yet.” I get both hands under the hem of his shirt and push it up, running my palms up his stomach and chest, the muscles jumping under my touch. He’s built solid everywhere, and I take my time learning that with my hands while my hips stay pressed against him so he keeps feeling what he does to me. I find his nipples and drag my thumbs across them, and the sound he makes goes straight to my cock.
“Stop fucking teasing.”
“I’ll stop when I’m ready.” I bite down on the back of his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark and feel him arch forward and back into me simultaneously, like his body can’t decide which direction it wants. “Trying to make me fucking jealous with Randy…”
“Miranda…”
“Same fucking thing. You think I don’t know that the only thing you’re going to get hard for is my hard cock throbbing inside of you.”
I shove his jeans down further, just past his ass, and get my own cock free. I press the thick head right against his hole,letting him feel how hard I am, how much I’m leaking. He makes a raw, guttural sound that shoots straight to my balls.
“That’s it,” I mutter against his ear. “Let me hear it. Don’t hide a fucking thing.”
“I’m not hiding anything,” he bites out, voice hoarse and cracking.
I grab the lube I brought, slick my cock, fast and messy, then press two wet fingers against his hole. I take my time working them in, watching his spine arch, feeling every twitch and clench around my fingers. His forehead drops fully to the granite, and he’s breathing hard through his nose, his hips trying to push back for more.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
“Yeah.” I reach around and stroke him once, slowly, from base to tip, and feel the bead of moisture at the head against my palm. “You’re already leaking for me.” I do it again. “Did running do that, or is it me stretching this ass open?”
“Both,” he grits out. “Obviously both.”
“Good answer.” I continue pumping my fingers inside of him. “Tell me what you want,” I say.
He doesn’t answer right away, then says, “You know what I want.”
“Say it.”
“I want you to fuck me against this rock. Right now, before I change my mind about letting you be smug about this.”
Something inside of me that has been pulled tight for months finally releases. I get both hands on his ass and spread him open, looking at him.
“Goddamn,” I say, not quite to him.
“Don’t narrate,” he grits out.
“I’ll narrate if I want.” I press my thumb against him and feel him clench. “I’ve been thinking about this since the barn that first week. I get to narrate.”
“That’s—fuck. Yeah. Okay.” His voice breaks when I press in just slightly. “That’s fair. Keep going.”
I push the fat head of my cock inside of him, stretching him open as I push past that tight ring, his hands finding a crack on the rock he can grip. I stop right there, just the head inside, letting him feel the burn and the stretch.
Holy fuck it’s tight.
