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Sully nods, then gets up and does as I say. I give him a few minutes, dick already hard at just the thought of having him, then pay and get on my way.
I park my truck back from the road, hoping it remains unnoticed. There’s a slight nip to the air, and my breath puffs out like smoke as I work my way through the back of the property. It’s not a long walk, and there’s a naked Sully waiting for me at the end of it, which makes my blood sing.
Luckily, I don’t see any of the guys around. I didn’t figure it was likely, but sometimes they drink a few beers or shoot the shit outside. Bulldog smokes, and he can’t do that in the bunkhouse, so he sneaks out at night sometimes.
I keep to the shadows until I get to Sully’s porch. He left the light on for me, bugs buzzing around the bulb. I don’t knock, just twist the knob, and the door opens for me. I slip inside, and there he is, right there waiting for me like I told him to be, naked on his couch, with slightly pink cheeks like he can’t believe what he’s doing.
He goes to stand, but I shake my head. “Wait there for me, Sully.” The nickname slips out without my planning it, and even across the room, I see his pupils blow wide at hearing it.
Rather than mention it, I busy myself taking off my boots. He’s got a small living room, one bathroom, and a bedroom that’s just his on this side of the house.
His gaze never leaves mine as I take my shirt off, then drop it to the living room floor beside my boots. I lock the door, then walk over to him, cock swelling beneath the zipper of my jeans, and I wonder what it would be like to come home to him every day and do this. For Sully to always be in my bed.
I cup his face, tilt his head up, and Sully raises it easily. He likes when I take the lead, when I tell him what to do, and that lights a whole different kind of fire in me too.
I brush my finger along his cheek, tracing the perfect bone there, then along his square jaw, and finally to his plump bottom lip. A tremble runs the length of me. “I hate that you’re so fucking beautiful.” Staying away from him would be so much easier if he wasn’t.
Sully sucks in a sharp breath, opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, but I bend over and kiss him before he can. He lets my tongue invade him, tasting and exploring. He’s so familiar to me, even after all this time. He moans into my mouth, and I swallow the sounds he makes. My dick is throbbing, fighting to break free of its confines, but I just grab the other side of his face too and kiss him like this will be the last time I’ll ever get to do it.
Sully grabs my waist, tugs me forward, and I let him. I straddle his lap, his hands traveling to my ass as I kiss my way down his throat.
“I want you naked,” he says breathlessly.
“I will be soon.” I spit in my hand, wrap it around his thick, hot shaft, and stroke. He’s so hard, pulsing beneath me.
Sully drops his head against the back of the couch, thrusting up into my grip while I nibble his collarbone.
“You’re so good…waiting naked for me like I told you to.”
“Fuck…want you so much.” His eyes flutter closed.
“Look at me, Sully. You’re gonna have me soon. You missed me in that tight little ass of yours?”
He hisses, the only reply he can seem to handle right now.
“Tell me. Tell me you missed me in your ass.”
“I…fuck,” he groans when I let go of his cock. “I missed you in my ass.”
“I missed being there too. Fucked that ranch owner’s son, hoping it would feel the way it did fucking you, but it didn’t.” I’ve never been with anyone where it felt even close to what it’s like being with Sully.
“Jesus, Porter.”
He grabs for me when I stand up and step back. “I said I’d have you in your bed, and I damn sure plan on it.”
I take his hand and lead him to his bedroom.
It’s so damn perfect for Sully: a king-size bed in the middle, with a dark oak headboard; two matching nightstands, a lamp on each. There’s a book on one of them, but I can’t see the title from where I’m standing. I smile, suddenly remembering that Sully liked to read. I’m not sure how I could have forgotten that.
“Take off my jeans for me, Sully.”
“Fuck yes.” His fingers shake as he works them open. He smells so good—like musk, clean sweat, and sandalwood.
I hiss when his fingers brush against my abs, afraid the smallest touch will send me over the edge.
He presses his lips to my collarbone, then kisses his way down, heading toward my dick. As he goes, Sully uses skilled fingers to lower my jeans and underwear, my cock bursting free.
He drops to his knees. I grab the base of my erection and hold it out for him. He kisses the tip without me having to tell him, and then I trace his perfect fucking mouth, coating it with precum.
