Elias groans against my mouth, lips parting to make room for my tongue. His hand is already wrapped tightly around a fistful of my shirt, using it to keep me rooted in place. He doesn’t want this to end and neither do I.
My hands frame his face, fingertips dipping into the back of his hair. He smells even better this close, like the ocean with a hint of SPF. How he smells like California dreams after being here for days—maybe it’s a cologne—I don’t know but I’m not complaining.
I want him to rub the scent all over me so it’ll linger for days.
No, I can’t think like that. Elias isn’t going to want me for days. He might claim to want to take me out, and even if the declaration is flattering as fuck, I just can’t believe it.
He wouldn’t want to be in a long-distance thing and he’s leaving sooner than later. I can’t expect him to travel to come to see me while he’s busy and I sure as fuck can’t afford to go see him myself. We’d be doomed before we even started.
What was that he said about no strings though?
Panting, I pull back, looking him in the eyes as they flutter open. Those beautiful deep brown pools sparkle at me and my chest radiates with a warm desire.
“You said no strings?” I ask breathlessly.
The smallest flicker of disappointment flashes on his face, but it’s too quick to address. “I’ll settle for it,” he rasps. “If that’s all you’re willing to give.”
Boldly, my hands drop to his waistband. “That’s all I can give.”
“Okay,” he whispers, hands moving to my belt buckle. “No strings then.”
With a nod and a sigh of relief, I crush my lips back into his.
The kiss is hungrier this time—fevered almost. We claw at each other while our tongues twirl and our mouths nip at one another, breaking up the long exchanges of movement with teasing bites. My lips are going to be all bruised up after this, but hell, it’ll give me something to remember him.
Eventually, our greedy hands get our bottoms out of the way, my jeans wrapped around my ankles and his shorts much the same. Boxers slip down just as fast and I get my first feel of him—his warm and heavy cock being surrounded by my fist.
“Oh fuck, you’re big,” he groans, looking down at my cock with lusty eyes before wrapping his hand around me.
“We’re like the same size,” I reply with a grunt, giving him a small stroke.
Elias leans forward and smiles against my lips. “Yeah, I’m big too, baby.”
Goddamn. That pet name sounds too good coming from him.
The pressure surrounding my dick intensifies and Elias grins as I gasp, catching my bottom lip between his teeth.
“How do you like it?” he asks with a husky tone, twisting his wrist. “Rough? Fast? Slow?”
“I’m not picky,” I confess, trying to make my hands perform the same magic he’s using on me. I feel like a fumbling virgin next to his confident demeanor and I’ve definitely done this before. I need to get it together.
“Mmm,” he rumbles, starting to tease my neck and jaw with small bites and hard kisses. “Lose the shirt, baby. I want to see this fucking incredible body while we get off.”
“Take yours off too,” I reply, biting my lip nervously.
Reaching behind his back with one arm, he pulls off his shirt and tosses it onto a nearby tree branch. His chest is hairy which is new for me, but I’m kind of into it. Just like I’ve never felt a beard burn on my face before and I’m feeling like I enjoy that too.
Maybe that’s just because it’s him though. Since I’ve never been attracted to those qualities like this before. I don’t think I could picture Elias without his trimmed beard or his body hair and I wouldn’t want to.
I have to take my hat off to get rid of my shirt, but for some reason, I drop it back on my head right after. A force of habit, maybe.
Elias seems to like it though, taking a few seconds to check me out in all of my naked glory all the while he continues to lazily pump his fist around my erection.
After he gets his fill of looking at me, he leans in, sealing his lips around my nipple. A little burst of pleasure makes me groan. My nipples aren’t overly sensitive but it feels nice either way, I love having his lips on me.
“You wear this hat while you ride, cowboy?” he asks, teasingly licking my chest.
A flush crawls up my neck. “I don’t kiss and tell.”