Page 73 of Sass in the Grass

“Damn,” he growled, then laughed. “Surprised me!”

“I might keep surprising you.”

“I have no doubt of that.”

Jovian rode him like he was riding a bucking bull, hands on that chest as his fingers buried themselves in that thick fur.

Concentrating on squeezing with every thrust, Jovian was determined to give Cherokee the ride of his life.

Watching the man’s face, it had the desired effect. His face was slack with ecstasy one second, then scrunched up, as if he were in pain the next. His hands were solidly on Jovian’s hips, as if he were in charge of the fucking.

Jovian had little doubt that he’d ever fucked without being in charge of it, but on that evening, on that shore, Jovian held the cards.

It was empowering, riding him, watching him enjoy himself. Sure, he could fuck with the best of them, but for him to enjoy giving up that little bit of control, Jovian was sure it was strange for him.

The way it felt, pushing down on that dick, pulling up and squeezing even harder. It was a workout, but well worth the sweat breaking out over his body.

Laying over him, he stopped fucking, just letting the cock rest inside him while he kissed Cherokee long and deeply. His mouth was perfect, his hands held Jovian’s face, and the more they kissed, the more Jovian knew he was in love with the guy.

That sent chills over him, almost as riveting as Cherokee’s eyes. That chill was all fear, but then…like he’d read Jovian’s mind, Cherokee broke the kiss to say, “You’re making me fall for you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Jovian, you’re beautiful, sexy, and smart. And you fuck me so good…”

Jovian sat back up and started riding again, letting that rough rub of Cherokee’s cock over his prostate push the nagging thoughts from his head.

After his head fell back, he opened his eyes to see the millions of stars in the sky. How every single one of them were in on their coupling, watching, lighting the darkness just enough that it didn’t engulf them.

The two of them were the only people in the entire world. On that shore, Jovian’s ass filled with a thick cock, hands in a nest of fur as the sounds of Cherokee’s grunting growls blocked out even the crickets and breeze.

Cherokee sat up and they held one another while the fucking went on, kissing deeply, a hand cupping each globe of his ass. Jovian’s arms wrapped around Cherokee tightly, and he felt more connected to Cherokee than he felt about himself most days.

Cherokee got him. He saw the best in him. Maybe more than anything, that got to his heart. That someone didn’t just see the spoiled kid inside and outside of Jovian, but saw deep where emotions and pain lived.

When they were both lying on the shore, panting loud breaths, He was still close to the man. His face rested on a moist chest, and that was unlike him too. He hated his own sweat, but someone else’s? Gross.

Cherokee’s however…it was beautiful like everything else about him.

“We need a bath.”

“Well, we could go to your house, but the camp is closer.”

“Nah. I say we do a little skinny dipping.”

Jovian huffed in horror. “Not a chance.”

“Smelly fish piss?”

“Yes! I’m not going in there with my dick and ass covered, let alone naked, so little fish can swim…up in the holes and stuff.”

“God, Jovian, there is not one fish or anything else that does that around here. You’re thinking of South America.”

Before Jovian could say a word, Cherokee was on his feet, scooping Jovian off the ground and carrying him to the water.

Slapping at his arm, Jovian cried, “No! I am not going in there!”

“Yeah, you are.”

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