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Richard scrambled for a gold quilted bag dotted with red crystal hearts. He tossed it to me, and I unzipped it to find several travel-sized bottles of lube and a handful of condoms. I grinned, selecting one of the bottles of lube at random and passing it to him.
“Exactly who were you planning on fucking out here?” I asked with a raised brow, peering from the bag to his face. “This stash is more than an emergency condom in a wallet.”
He groaned and covered his face with his hands. “I… I wanted to have something with me just in case, so I grabbed the whole thing without overthinking it.” He peered at me between his fingers. “I knew I’d be out here alone. With you. A-and I didn’t think anything would actually happen. I didn’t think you wanted me the way I wanted you. But I… I hoped.”
His words punched me in the chest. I didn’t want to think of this as more than sex, but the damned man kept grabbing my heart and squeezing the fuck out of it.
“Play with yourself,” I instructed him in a rough voice. “Make your ass ready for me.”
His lips parted as he let out a shuddering breath. “How long are you going to tease me?”
I studied him. “Until you can’t take it anymore.”
“I already can’t take it anymore.”
I leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, lingering longer than I intended until our tongues were tangling and we were both out of breath. I pulled back, putting distance between us again. “Oh, I think you can take more,” I told him. “I have faith in you, McQueen. You’re stronger than you think.”
Though I hadn’t thought it possible, his eyes flared even wider. For just a moment, I could see past all the bravado and cheekiness and sass that he usually cloaked himself with to the core of who Richard really was. I saw neediness—not for sex, but for approval.
I saw his desire to be seen and loved.
I knew instinctively that this was a part of him he kept closely guarded and that even allowing me a glimpse of it was a gift.
It was also an invitation. To be that person who saw and potentially loved him.
And god, I wanted to be.
So badly, that for this one night, I allowed myself to believe I could be.
He lubed his fingers, moving them to his hole and playing with himself. He slipped a finger inside, followed by another. As I watched, riveted by the view, I groaned, knowing that my cock would soon replace those questing fingers.
He smiled, a glint of mischief entering his eyes that said he’d realized just how much power he had over me. That I might be the one telling him what to do, but holding myself back was its own kind of torture.
“I’m so tight and ready for you,” he said hoarsely. “Think about how good it’s going to feel to squeeze your way inside me. How much my ass is going to wrap around you.”
I shuddered, my cock throbbing.
“Fuck me, Boone. Please.”
My control snapped. In seconds, I was naked, ignoring the sound of seams ripping as I yanked my clothes off. I fumbled for a condom from his tiny bag, feeling like a teenager as my hands shook, trying to rip it open. I’d barely rolled it on before Richard was reaching for me, his lubed hand sliding down my dick, his thumb running over the tip.
I growled, low in my throat. I’d wanted to take my time, to make him beg. But if I waited any longer, I would be the one begging.
I positioned myself against him. He whispered yes as my cock brushed against his hole. I had just enough willpower left to tease him, sliding in slowly, waiting, letting his body adjust.
“More,” he groaned. “Oh god yes!” Tired of my teasing, he arched his hips up to take me inside.
I nearly choked at the tight grip of his body. “Oh fuck, fuck. Fuck, McQueen. Shit. Fuck.” His channel was a furnace sucking me in, and all I wanted to do was shove myself as deep as possible and bury my face in his neck just to feel him.
“Thank god,” he murmured, grinding his teeth against the initial discomfort. “Want you so fucking much.”
My heart was tripping over itself, trying so hard not to follow my dick into heaven. Richard was hot as fuck, but his need was ten times hotter. I started with slow, steady pulses to make sure he was ready for me. When his fingernails dug into the skin of my hips, pulling me closer, I finally sped up.
I couldn’t remember ever being this brainless with need. It was primal to the point of scaring me. Maybe it was being outside under the stars, maybe it was the crackle and hiss of the fire burning nearby or the sounds of the Wyoming wild all around us, the feel of the cool grass and uneven ground under my knees. My hands shook as I leaned in and held his face, locking eyes with the man beneath me before thrusting myself inside him harder and faster.
