Page 86 of Last Chance Love

“I love the sound of that,” he said, shucking his underwear and tossing it onto the clothes we’d left behind.

Which was the perfect excuse for me to look him over with open interest as I waited for the water to run. He had definitely gotten bigger since we were younger. The labor needed to work on the ranch had done wonders for his body. My eyes roamed his chest, speckled with thin, dark hair, over his broad shoulders and down to where a patch of hair on his stomach dropped down to his cock, which hung low and heavy.

“Good enough,” I said, reaching for him, but rather than taking hold of his hand, I wrapped my hand around his half-hard cock and pulled him gently toward me. He might not have kept up the straining erection while he waited like he would have when we were younger, but he sure as hell sprung to life instantly in my hand.

“Oh shit,” he laughed as we stepped under the water. “Hotwater is supposed to be good for muscles.”

“And I’ll take a hot one later when I’m not going to be going back in the Texas heat anytime soon,” I snorted, pulling him under the water to kiss him.

I had no intention of washing, letting the water soothe my heated skin and wash some of the dirt off. What was important was the feel of his wet, hard body against mine as he huddled me into a corner, bracing himself on the walls of the shower.

“You sure you’re okay after the last couple of times?” he asked as I stroked him, pausing, my intention to slide down lower and take him in my mouth.

I snickered. “I think I’ll live.”

We might have agreed to let things happen as they did, but apparently, getting back into the swing of things sexually quickly jumped to the top of the list. It had only taken a couple of days after we’d agreed to make sure this was going somewhere before I’d visited his cabin and found myself on my back, his cock stretching me open.

In the few weeks since then, I had to relearn the upsides and downsides of having a big partner. The downsides were quick to make themselves known that first time. The most obvious was how long it took him to get it in and how uncomfortable and painful that was without extended preparation and foreplay. The second had been the need to recover for longer after he fucked me because, hoo boy, even after prep and foreplay, I was still left aching and sensitive for a few days.

But I was starting to adjust, and lord have mercy, the upsides more than made up for the downsides.

I dropped, or rather slid down the wall, grabbing the base of his cock and bringing it to my lips. His hips jerked slightly when I slid the head into my mouth, taking him as far as I could, which still wasn’t all that impressive. I was making it my personal mission to take him all the way into my throat eventually, but that was not going to happen when I had a fresh meal sitting in my stomach.

Not that it mattered to him. His groan echoed faintly off the walls as I bobbed, making sure to get my hand in on the action to jerk him along with my mouth. Thankfully, there was enough light in the dim stall to look up at him as I took him into my mouth. As much as I loved it when he watched me intently, I was also a fan of how he sometimes let his head fall back, one hand resting on my hair as he simply enjoyed the moment.

“Do you think we’re clean and cool enough yet?” he asked in a rough, panting voice, his fingers tightening slightly in my hair.

Alright, well, maybe he was still that impatient guy I’d known all those years ago, but it was hard to be annoyed when it was because he wanted me that badly. I could only respond with a chuckle as I pulled off him and got to my feet, keeping my hand wrapped around his shaft. I could feel the pulse of his heartbeat through my fingers as I kissed him, nudging him backward out of the shower.

If he even noticed I hadn’t bothered to grab a towel for either of us, he kept it to himself as I pushed into the main room. That meant we couldn’t use the bed because I wouldn’t risk having my bed damp later, but that didn’t mean there weren’t plenty of places for us to do what we wanted.

I had to break the kiss as I led him to the chair beside the desk. All I needed to do was push him, and he sat down. His cock, too heavy to stand up, bobbed between his legs slowly as he sat, spreading his knees apart.

“Mm, keep your legs together,” I told him as I went to fetch the bottle of lube I had ‘borrowed’ from the clinic. There was another bottle in his cabin, neither of which would go missing despite our inventory concerns. No one tracked lube at the clinic, but that might have been because it was an open secret that guys here weren’t all that shy about having fun with one another. And if lube in an exam room disappeared after someone came in with a ‘cough’ or a ‘fever,’ then we simply replaced it and asked no questions.

“Someone has an idea,” he noted as I returned with the bottle.

“Someone might,” I said, standing over his lap with a leg on each side, facing him. We didn’t have time to do the whole song and dance to make this comfortable for me, but I still put lube on my fingers, pressing them into myself to get something started. “And someone might enjoy it.”

“Two someones even,” he said with a smirk, taking the bottle and applying a generous layer of lube to his cock.

“Let’s find out,” I said, putting a hand on each of his shoulders to hold myself steady and lowering myself, knowing he would hold the base to keep himself upright.

He entered me with more ease than the first time, but that didn’t stop me hissing as the head spread me open. Using his other hand, he began to rub my stomach for a moment before reaching down with a lube-slick hand and taking me in his grip. It took only a few pumps before the discomfort and pain faded, letting me work my way down a little further.

As much as I wanted to get it over with, I knew better than to rush things and risk tearing or bleeding. It would probably take ages before we could go back to the days when a true quickie was possible, but I tried to push through as best I could. Stroking my cock helped a great deal as I lowered myself, making it easier for me, allowing my body to relax and adding pleasure to the burning pain I was putting myself through.

But then, I was done, my ass pressing against his thighs and the entire thickness of him filling me. It was always uncomfortable at first, having him lodged inside me. It produced a lot of feelings that were not very sexy. Yet Leon never let up stroking me, using the hand that had been holding himself to grip the back of my head and pull me in for a kiss, deepening it instantly.

“I know I’ve said it before, but I’m going to keep saying it,” he said against my lips, making me moan as he flexed his cock slightly inside me, “you feel fucking amazing.”

I would have responded, but that slight flexing had told me how ready I was to keep going. Feet planted firmly on the ground, I used my grip on his shoulders to push myself upward and ease myself down. I didn’t know if I had adjusted or if his hand on my dick was doing it, but the ache was gone almost immediately, leaving all the upsides of having a big dicked partner.

I had never felt as full with anyone else as I did with Leon. If there was even the remotest chance of something inside me that would respond to pressure, his cock made sure to hit it. As far as my body was concerned, not a single inch of his cock went to waste as I began to work up to a steadier rhythm, no longer concerned with taking it easy.

My idea was having the intended result as he sat there, his hands gripping my thighs as I rode him. Water continued to travel down his body as he made himself comfortable, pushing his hips forward so I had more room to ride him. Eventually, my hands traveled to his chest, holding tight and enjoying the feel of his muscles as I continued to ride him.

“Don’t hold back,” I warned him, needing him to remember we were supposed to be quick.

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