There’s a beat—static.
“Don’t start with me, Colt,” he replies, voice strained.
The tension builds between us, and I can’t help but get excited to see how long it takes him to break.
The rough shift of his thighs squeezing against mine sends heat straight to my cock. His fingers curl tight into my shirt, and I slide one hand back, palming his bulge through his jeans,rubbing slow, teasing circles with my thumb over the hard ridge of his dick.
Fuck…I can’t wait to wreck him later, when I have him all to myself.
When I finally ease off the throttle, the tires crunch over dirt and gravel as I pull the bike off the road into a hidden tree line. I kill the engine, and the sudden silence is deafening.
Neither of us moves. Rhett’s arms stay locked around my waist, his broad chest plastered tight against my back, like he’ll die if he lets even an inch of space between us.
“Rhett—”
“I missed you—missedthis, so fucking much, Colt,” he growls against my ear, voice low and wrecked. His hands shove under my shirt, rough palms scraping over my skin, making it pebble instantly.
“You know I feel the same, cowboy.”
I try to swing my leg off the bike, but he stops me with a firm grip, voice dropping into that husky command that makes my cock throb. “Turn around.”
“Why? I’ve got something I want to show you.”
His fingers are already sliding down my stomach, popping the button on my jeans with impatient hunger. “Turn. Around. Now.”
My dick jumps at the order and I climb off just long enough to swing my leg back over and face him, straddling the bike seat so we’re chest to chest, my knees bracketing his hips. The motorcycle rocks slightly under our combined weight.
We rip our helmets off at the same time and toss them to the dirt. There’s one beat of charged silence, then we crash together. Our mouths slam into each other, tongues fighting desperately for dominance. Both of us reach for the other’s jeans, undoing our belts and yanking zippers down frantically. In seconds, both of our cocks are out—hot, heavy, and leaking.
Tilting my palm toward Rhett, I wait for him to take the hint and give me what I need. He doesn’t take long to realize before spitting into my palm, the wet sound filling the air between us. I wrap my hand around Rhett’s thick shaft, stroking him hard and fast, thumb swirling over his swollen head. He groans, hips twitching as his cock throbs against my fingers.
Neither of us will last long like this.
I let go just long enough to spit on my own dick too, getting us both slick and shiny. Then I press my pierced head against his, rubbing our cocks together in long, messy strokes. The metal of my piercing drags over his sensitive head and Rhett shudders hard, cursing under his breath.
“Fuck—”
His hips buck up greedily, grinding harder against me. Thick pre-cum oozes from his slit and I reach down, smearing it all over both of us until our dicks are slick and sloppy, sliding together with wet, obscene sounds.
Locking eyes with him, I push two fingers into his mouth. “Suck.”
Rhett’s lips close around them instantly, tongue swirling, hot and eager, as he sucks like he’s starving for it. His eyes go hazy with lust. The sight makes my own cock twitch against his.
“That’s it…good fucking boy, Rhett,” I growl, voice rough. “Suck my fingers like you’ll suck my cock later. Take what you need, because we’re just getting started, baby.”
I grip the back of his neck hard and crush our mouths together again, plunging my tongue deep while we rut against each other. Our slick cocks slide and grind together between our stomachs, the wet friction driving us both insane. Heavy groans and ragged breathing fill the air as we chase that building heat.
I feel Rhett starting to tense, thrusting even harder against me. His hips stutter, chasing that perfect friction, but right before he can tip over the edge I pull my hand back completely.Our slick, throbbing heads rest flush together, barely touching, the heat radiating between us almost unbearable.
“Not yet,” I rasp out against his parted lips, voice low and rough. “You come when I say, Golden Boy.”
Rhett lets out a broken and needy groan, and it’s so fucking pretty, I twitch in response. His hips twitch forward, trying to grind against me, but I shift just enough to deny him the pressure he’s chasing. He reaches out, fingers digging into my shoulders, nails biting through my shirt as his thighs tremble around my hips.
“Colt…please…fuck, I need it,” he grates out, voice cracking. “I’m so close…don’t stop…”
I smirk against his mouth and lean in, nipping at his bottom lip before I finally give him just a taste. I wrap my hand loosely around both our cocks again, barely squeezing, and start slow strokes. The metal barbell of my piercing drags circles over his leaking slit, catching and tugging gently with every pass. Rhett’s whole body jerks like he’s been shocked. His head falls back and a wrecked moan tears out of him.
“That’s it…fuck you look so pretty like this. Do you feel that?” I murmur, watching his face intently. “My piercing is teasing your cock. You’re leaking so much for me. Making such a mess.”
