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I yanked his briefs down, even though I would have loved to spend time looking at his body in them. The light from his hanging headlamp created moving shadows across his skin, and the cool air made it pebble. I leaned over and dropped open-mouthed kisses across his chest to his nipples and then pulled the brown buds into my mouth to tease with my teeth and tongue.
When I reached for his dick, he arched into my grip and gasped. I wanted to do so many things to him—see, taste, and hear how he responded to various touches—but right now, I was laser focused on fulfilling his first wish.
I wanted to make him come.
After unzipping the bag enough to move, I spun around to pull his briefs off his legs completely and toss them aside. Then, while he watched with laser-hot intensity, I got to my knees and shifted so my lips were poised over his ruddy cock. It was gorgeous, just like the rest of him, decorated with a glossy smear of precum that made my mouth water. I licked a stripe over the tip, tasting the warm salt of it, before greedily sucking his full length down.
Richard arched again, his fingernails grazing my back as he begged for more. I grabbed a globe of his ass and squeezed, bringing my mouth farther down his shaft until it was covered in saliva.
He was hot and responsive, open and vulnerable, panting my name under his breath. His hands moved across my flank and into the back of my underwear, sliding curious fingers down the cleft of my ass.
I wanted all of him, and I was willing to take what I wanted as long as we were here in this temporary time outside of time.
I sucked his dick like I was starving for it, because I was. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d given anyone head. Usually, I was the one being serviced in the backroom of a bar or in a cheap motel room. I’d never had any trouble finding men who wanted to blow me or even provide their ass for the night, but it had never been like this before.
Full of more than desire. Straight-up, chest-burning need.
I wanted to hear him shout. I wanted to hear his grunts and groans shake the raindrops from the trees and echo across my ranch. And I wanted the taste of his release branded on my tongue so I could hold the memory of this stormy encounter for a time long after he was gone.
“Boone, fuck! Please, oh god, that feels… Turn around so I can… Fuck, I’m going to… oh!”
His cum filled my mouth and throat as his fingernails bit into my skin. He grunted and shuddered and gasped through a long release. When he was finally done, I moved with lightning speed, reaching into my shorts and jacking myself off to the sight of him. His skin was flushed pink and damp with sweat. His hair was a messy nest, and his eyes were half-lidded and dazed.
Just seeing him like that, cum-drunk and half-unconscious, made my balls draw up. I knelt, straddling him, and came in spurts all over his belly and chest. The orgasm that hit me was like a bull blasting out of the gate right into my gut. I was breathless and shocked by it, stunned and frozen for a moment until the rest of the world came rushing back in.
We stared at each other, both of us panting.
My cum glistened on his skin, and a part of me wanted to smear it into him so that he would smell like me. Smell like this. A constant reminder of what we’d done. A reminder of us.
It was that last thought that caused me to pull away slightly. There was no us and never would be.
“Don’t get weird.” He tried to sound cheeky, but he couldn’t quite hide the vulnerability in his voice.
Too late, I thought. Except he wasn’t the one making this weird; I was, with my desire to thread my fingers through his hair, tilt his head back, and hold him there until he begged to be mine.
I’d never felt such an intense desire to possess someone.
It spooked me enough that I leaned away, putting distance between us. I tried to give him every apology I could fit into one glance. “I can’t promise you that. And I really shouldn’t have—”
He reached up and slapped a hand over my mouth to stop my words. His eyes went from cum-drunk to fierce in an instant. “No. No regrets. I won’t allow it.”
He was right. It wasn’t fair of me to accept his body, his consent, and then toss it back as if I’d somehow regretted it.
Especially since I didn’t. Not even close.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled against his hand. “Just so we’re clear, I don’t regret anything.”
