Page 31 of Rust and Stardust

Obviously he’d been hoping something would happen between us tonight. And I wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Slowly, reverently, I pulled his underwear to the side, freeing his cock at last.

It was beautiful—long, thick, and already rock hard. I wrapped my hand around it, marveling at the feel of soft skin over rigid flesh. Lucas let out a soft moan as I began to stroke him, his hips bucking slightly into my touch.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his fingers knocking off my hat and tangling in my hair. “That feels so good.”

Encouraged by his reaction, I leaned down and tentatively licked the tip of his cock. The taste was salty and musky, but not unpleasant. Lucas gasped, his grip tightening in my hair.

“Oh God,” he groaned. “Please, don't stop.”

Emboldened, I took him into my mouth, sucking gently as I bobbed my head up and down. I may not have had experience, but I'd certainly thought about this enough times to have some idea of what to do. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock as I worked him with my hand and mouth simultaneously.

Lucas was writhing beneath me, his moans echoing across the starlit prairie. His fingers tightened in my hair, guiding my movements as I took him deeper into my mouth. The taste and feel of him was intoxicating, and I found myself getting lost in the sensations.

“Fuck, cowboy,” Lucas gasped, his hips bucking slightly. “You're a natural at this.”

I hummed in response, sending vibrations through his cock that made him cry out in pleasure. Encouraged, I picked up the pace, sucking harder. My free hand roamed over his thigh, feeling the taut muscles quivering beneath my touch.

Suddenly, Lucas tugged at my hair, pulling me off his cock. “Wait,” he panted. “I don't want tofinish like this.”

I looked up at him, confused and a little hurt. “Did I do something wrong?”

Lucas shook his head, his eyes dark with desire. “God no, you were perfect. Too perfect. I just...” He sat up, cupping my face in his hands. “I want more. I want all of you.”

Chapter 13

Beau

My heart raced at his words. “Are you sure?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“More sure than I've been about anything in a long time,” Lucas replied, pulling me in for a deep, passionate kiss.

As we kissed, his hands roamed over my body, pushing my shirt up and over my head. I shivered as the cool night air hit my skin, but Lucas's touch soon warmed me. His fingers trailed down my chest, tracing the lines of my muscles before coming to rest at the waistband of my jeans.

“These need to come off,” he murmured against my lips.

I nodded, fumbling with my belt.

“Let me,” he said, sitting up.

Lucas's fingers deftly unbuckled my belt and popped open the button of my jeans. He slowly lowered the zipper, his eyes locked on mine, filled with hunger and desire. I lifted my hips, allowing him to tug my jeans down my legs.

“Commando, huh?” Lucas smirked, raising an eyebrow as he took in the sight of my naked body. “I like a man who comes prepared.”

I felt my cheeks flush, but the heat of embarrassment quickly gave way to arousal as Lucas ran his hands up my thighs. His touch was electric, sending shivers through my body. When his fingers wrapped around my cock, I couldn't help but let out a low moan.

“God, you're gorgeous,” Lucas breathed, stroking me slowly. “I've been thinking about this cock since the moment I met you.” He looked up at me, his eyes full of lust. “And now I want you to fuck me with it.”

My heart skipped a beat and my cock twitched hard in his hand. I wanted that too. More than anything. “I… I didn’t bring a condom,” I muttered, feeling both embarrassed and disappointed at the same time.

Lucas reached into the back pocket of his jeans, pulling both a condom and a couple packets of lube out. “Don’t worry, cowboy. I got you covered.”

I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. “You really did come prepared,” I said with a nervous chuckle.

Lucas grinned, tearing open one of the lube packets. “Always be ready for anything, that's my motto.”

He squeezed some of the clear gel onto his fingers, then reached behind himself. I watched, mesmerized, as his face contorted in pleasure, his body rocking slightly as he worked himself open. The sight was almost too much to bear.

“Let me,” I said, my voice hoarse with desire. I took the lube from him, coating my own fingers generously.

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