Page 22 of Rust and Stardust

Suddenly, Lucas broke the kiss, panting heavily. “Backseat,” he growled, his eyes vibrant with lust. “Now.”

I didn't need to be told twice. We scrambled over the center console, limbs tangling as we tumbled into the back of the truck. Lucas landed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the worn leather seats.

“God, Beau,” he breathed, grabbing my shirt and popping all of the buttons at once. “You’re so fucking hot.”

I gasped as Lucas's hands roamed over my newly exposed chest, his fingers tracing the lines of my muscles. The cool air hitting my skin was a stark contrast to the heat radiating between us.

“Lucas,” I breathed, arching into his touch. My hands found their way under his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine.

He sat up, straddling my hips, and pulled his shirt off in one fluid motion. The sight of his lean, toned body made my mouth go dry. A glint of gold caught my eye - his nipple piercings catching the sunlight streaming through the window.

“Like what you see, cowboy?” he teased, echoing his earlier words. But this time, there was no hiding my reaction.

“God, yes,” I growled, pulling him back down for another searing kiss. Our bare chests pressed together, skin on skin, and my cock grinding against his through our jeans.

Lucas's hands roamed my abdomen and down to the waistband of my jeans, his fingers tracing the contours of my muscles. His touch left trails of fire on my skin, igniting a passion I'd long tried to suppress. I arched into him, desperate for more contact.

“Fuck, Beau,” Lucas breathed against my neck, his voice deep with desire. “You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this.”

I groaned, my hands sliding down his back to grip his ass. “Show me,” I challenged, surprising myself with my boldness.

Lucas's eyes shimmered, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He ground his hips against mine, the friction of our jean-clad erections sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I bit back a moan, afraid someone might hear us despite the isolated road.

“You gotta be quiet, cowboy,” Lucas teased, nipping at my earlobe. “And we need to be quick.”

Without another word, Lucas dipped low, his fingers popping the button of my jeans with an expert’s touch. In a matter of seconds, he’d slid them down far enough to release my cock, thethrobbing member springing free and coming to rest against his lips. He stared up at me, breathing in my musky scent deeply.

“Fuck…” he groaned, guiding his tongue along the sensitive underside of my shaft.

I let out a strangled cry, the sensation taking my breath away. It felt good. Too good. Better than anything else I’d ever had with a woman.

Lucas's tongue swirled around the head of my cock, teasing and tantalizing. I bit my lip hard, trying to stifle the moans threatening to escape. His green eyes locked onto mine as he took me fully into his mouth, the warmth and wetness overwhelming my senses.

“Oh God,” I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily.

Lucas hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard as he bobbed his head up and down my length. One hand gripped the base of my shaft while the other cupped my balls, massaging gently. The dual sensation was almost too much to bear.

I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away. The pleasure was intense, building rapidly in my core. “Lucas,” I panted, “I'm not gonna last long if you keep that up.”

But that didn’t deter him. Instead of pulling away, he just sucked harder, taking me deeper until my entire cock was buried in his throat. Lucas hummed around my length, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. My hips jerked involuntarily, driving my cock even deeper into his throat. He took it without hesitation, his nose buried in the blond tuft of hair above my cock.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my head falling back against the seat. “Lucas, I'm gonna?—”

He pulled back slightly, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock as his hand pumped the shaft. His eyes met mine, and intense lust staring back at me, and I was lost. With a strangled cry, I came hard, my release hitting the back of his throat. Lucas swallowed every drop with a smile, milking me through my orgasm until I was trembling and oversensitive.

As I lay there panting, trying to catch my breath, Lucas crawled back up my body. His lips found mine in a searing kiss, and I could taste myself on his tongue. It was salty, sweet, and surprisingly hot. I pulled Lucas closer, deepening the kiss as my hands roamed his body. I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, reminding me that he was still unsatisfied. My fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, suddenly nervous.

“We don't have to,” Lucas murmured against my lips, sensing my hesitation. “This was already more than I dared hope for.”

But I shook my head, determination flooding through me. “No, I want to,” I insisted, finally managing to pop the button open. “I want you, Lucas. All of you.”

Lucas lifted his hips, allowing me to push his jeans and underwear down just enough to free his cock. I wrapped my hand around him, marveling at how different his dick was from my own. It was a little shorter than mine, thicker, and uncut, something I’d never seen before. His eyes rolled back as I slid my hand down the underside of his cock, wrapping my fingers around his length. He let out a low moan, his hips bucking into my touch.

“Fuck, cowboy,” he gasped, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “Fuck that feels good…”

I stroked Lucas's cock, marveling at the silky smoothness of his clean shaved skin and the way he trembled under my touch. His breath came in short, ragged gasps against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I was new to this, but I knew what felt good to me, so I tried to replicate those movements on him.

“Like this?” I murmured, twisting my wrist slightly on the upstroke.

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