Page 69 of Whiskey and Wildfire

His hands slid under my shirt, fingers tracing patterns on my skin that made me shiver. I tugged at the hem of his shirt, eager to feel more of him. He sat up just long enough to pull it off, revealing his toned chest and abs. The lantern light cast shadows that accentuated every muscle, and I couldn’t help but run my hands over him in wonder. He was so beautiful, and he was all mine.

Dakota’s eyes, glimmering in the lantern light, locked onto mine as he slowly unbuttoned my shirt. Each newly exposed inch of skin was met with a gentle kiss or caress. By the time he reached the last button, I was breathing heavily, my whole body thrumming with anticipation.

He helped me sit up to remove my shirt completely, then gently pushed me back onto the blanket. His lips found mine again as his hands roamed over my chest, fingers tracing patterns that left trails of fire on my skin. I arched into his touch, craving more.

Dakota’s mouth moved to my neck, then lower, leaving a trail of hot kisses down my chest. When he reached my nipple, he swirled his tongue around it before gently nibbling, drawing agasp from me. My hands tangled in his long hair, holding him close as he lavished attention on my body.

As he continued his exploration southward, his fingers worked at the button of my jeans. I lifted my hips to help him slide them off, along with my underwear. The cool night air on my heated skin made me shiver, but Dakota’s warm mouth soon banished the chill as he took the head of my cock between his lips, sucking and licking gently.

I gasped, my fingers tightening in Dakota’s hair as he took me deeper into his mouth. The wet heat enveloping me was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Dakota’s tongue swirled around the head of my cock before he slowly slid down, taking me to the back of his throat.

“Oh god, Kota,” I moaned, fighting the urge to thrust up into his mouth.

He hummed in response, the vibrations sending jolts of electricity up my spine. His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he bobbed his head, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick, shallow ones that had me panting.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Dakota pulled off with a soft pop. He kissed his way back up my body until he reached my lips, capturing them in a deep, passionate kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, turning me on even more.

“Just stay there,” he said, pulling off his own shirt and tossing it to the side.

Then he reached down, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the rest of his clothes off in one fluid motion. I expected him to grab the back of my knees and push me into place. He knew how much I loved to feel that giant cock of his inside me. Instead, he crawled forward, straddling my hips. I heard the resounding pop of the lube bottle and saw it in his hand, as if it had magically appeared.

“Is it okay if I ride you, cowboy?” he grinned, pouring a generous helping of lube into his hand.

“Only if I get to ride you after,” I grinned back.

“I think I can go two rounds tonight.” He gave me a wink. “Maybe more if you’re up for it.”

“As long as we have more pie, I’m good.”

He chuckled under his breath. “I think I can do that.”

A gasp slipped from my lips as he reached back, his lubed hand grasping my rock-hard cock.

Dakota’s skilled fingers stroked me, spreading the cool lube along my length. I shivered at the sensation, my hips bucking involuntarily. With his free hand, Dakota steadied himself on my chest as he slowly lowered himself onto me.

I groaned as I felt the tight heat envelop me inch by inch. Dakota’s eyes were closed, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he concentrated on taking me in. He stopped once or twice, taking a moment to breathe his way through the stretch. When he was fully seated, he paused, both of us breathing heavily.

“You okay?” I asked softly, running my hands up and down his muscular thighs.

He nodded, opening his eyes to meet mine. “Just... give me a second,” he breathed. “It’s only my second time.”

I grinned, but waited patiently, marveling at the sight of him above me. His long hair fell in a dark curtain around his face, and a light sheen of sweat made his skin glow in the lantern light. After a moment, he began to move, slowly lifting himself up before sinking back down.

I groaned at the sensation, my hands gripping his hips to steady him. Dakota set a languid pace, rolling his hips in a way that had me seeing stars. His hands splayed across my chest for balance, fingers digging into my skin.

“God, Logan,” he breathed, his voice husky with pleasure. “You feel so good inside me.”

I thrust up to meet him, drawing a deep moan from his throat. Encouraged, I began to move more forcefully, matching his rhythm. Dakota threw his head back, exposing the long column of his throat. I couldn’t resist sitting up to taste his skin, wrapping an arm around his waist to support him as I sucked and nipped at his neck.

Dakota’s arms wound around my shoulders, pulling me closer as we moved together. The new angle allowed me to thrust deeper, and I felt him shudder against me.

“Right there,” he gasped, his fingers digging into my back. “Don’t stop. Please fuck don’t stop!”

I obliged, maintaining the rhythm that had him trembling in my arms. His cock was trapped between our bodies, and I could feel it leaking precum onto my stomach. I slipped a hand between us, wrapping my fingers around his length and stroking in time with our thrusts.

Dakota moaned loudly, his head falling forward to rest on my shoulder. “Logan,” he panted, “I’m close.”

“Me too,” I breathed, feeling the familiar tightening in my lower abdomen. “Cum for me, Kota.”

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