He locks eyes with me as he unbuttons his jeans. He wiggles out of them, slowly sliding the denim down his thick thighs like he’s putting on a show for me. His long, rigid cock springs free, already leaking. He kicks off his boots and socks before joining me on the tractor, stark naked.
He straddles my thick thighs, his arms sliding around my neck as he crashes our mouths together. The kiss is hungry and frantic. He catches the ring in my lip between his teeth, tugging gently, and a low groan vibrates up from my chest.
The open air, the stretch of orchard around us, sends a sharp thrill through my veins. The threat of danger only makes it hotter.The fact that Ashton wanted this badly enough to take that risk, to drag me out here and demand it, makes my dick throb in my pants.
He grinds on me in slow, teasing circles. I lift my hips to rut against him, chasing the friction while my hands make a slow journey across his body. Despite the cool air, his skin is hot to the touch. My fingers trace down his ass, dipping into the crease and landing on something solid.
Ashton twitches in my lap, whimpering.
“You…” I pause, pressing on the silicone plug nestled in his ass. “Oh my god.”
He looks down at me through his lashes. “Wanted to be ready for you.”
Fuck.
I twist and toy with the plug, pushing it deeper. I stare at Ashton’s face the entire time, mesmerized by the blissed-out expression on his face, the pink of his cheeks, the way his lips fall open in soft, breathless whines. My thumb drags along the base of the plug, tracing the slick ring of muscle.
“Troy!” Ashton gasps, his cock hard and leaking between us. “Please, fuck me. Raw.”
I freeze, cupping his cheek. “Baby—”
“I got tested last week,” he rushes out, cheeks bright red. “I’m all good.”
My hands tighten on his ass cheeks, squeezing the firm, round muscle. “This is what you want?”
He nods, biting his bottom lip. “Wanna feel you come inside me.”
A smirk curls my lips. “Then take off my pants, sweetheart. Show me how bad you want it.”
Without missing a beat, he fumbles with my pants and shimmies them down my thighs, letting them pool around my ankles. My cock stands hard and flushed. He licks his lips at the sight, then straddles me again, holding my dick steady beneath him.
He pulls the plug out of his ass and tosses it aside. It clambers against the metal of the tractor and falls onto the ground, but I don’thave time to make a joke about it before he grabs the base of my dick. He holds it steady as he lowers himself onto my cock, my crown catching his rim.
I squeeze his hips as he sinks down further, surrounding me with the most divine pressure I’ve ever felt. He claws at my shoulders, his lips falling open in a blissful moan.
“God,” he groans as he settles on my lap, his body flush with mine. “So full.”
“Ash,” I whisper, unable to say anything else.
I nuzzle my face into his neck, breathing him in. He smells impossibly earthy, like the orchard has seeped into his skin, carrying the fragrance of rain-soaked tree bark, fallen leaves, and cherries. He tips his head back when I press my mouth to his throat, kissing a slow path along warm skin. I graze him with my teeth, gentle and teasing, and his breath catches, soft sounds slipping past his lips as his nails dig into my flesh.
He swivels his hips, the motion smooth and intentional. It feels like heaven.
I pull back to meet his eyes. “You take me so well, baby.” I lift a hand to sweep his hair back from his face, tucking it gently behind his ear. “Like you were made for me.”
He melts under the touch, a soft, satisfied smile curving his swollen lips as he leans into my palm. He rocks against me, one hand on my shoulder, the other flat against my chest. My gaze catches on the smooth expanse of his skin, the faint golden hair that glows in the fading sunlight. His stomach bulges where my length moves inside him, shifting with each slow movement.
A bead of sweat trickles down the side of my face. Every nerve ending in my body is tuned-in to his movements, the rhythmic drop of his hips, the slick heat and pressure squeezing my bare cock. It’s pure ecstasy.
His body squeezes me like a vise as he starts riding me in earnest, bouncing hard and fast. The wet slide of our bodies and the breathless sounds he makes drift into the open air. In the hush of theoutdoors, everything feels louder—each smack of flesh, every strained whimper—carried easily through the stillness around us.
His fingers tighten on my nipple, twisting and pulling on the metal bar. I gasp, arching into his touch as he flicks and pulls on the bud. The ache is delicious and sharp, sending a jolt of arousal coursing through my blood.
“Yes,” I hiss, thrusting into his heat. “Just like that, baby.”
He dips his head to suck on my nipple, biting and licking the piercing as he rides me. It’s clumsy and messy, but it’s fucking perfect.
I choke out a groan, my hips punching into him. His lips pop off my nipple as his body goes pliant on top of me, letting me take control. I fuck him hard and fast, hammering into that spot inside him that makes his mouth fall open in pleasure.
