Page 40 of Wistful in Wyoming
“Your dick in my ass.”
The truck jerked and swerved while Dale cursed before getting the vehicle under control again. He glared at Jeremiah. “Thank fuck we weren’t still on the main road! Jesus Christ, babe.”
Jeremiah howled, clutching his stomach as amused tears filled his eyes. “Oh, man, you’re strung pretty tight, huh?”
“Fuck yeah,” Dale barked then stomped his foot on the accelerator, hurrying them down the dirt road at a rate that threatened the truck’s suspension. They fishtailed to a stop next to Jeremiah’s truck, sending a cloud of dust billowing up around both vehicles. “Get in the damn house and strip to your skin. Wait for me on the bed.”
“Bossy much?” Jeremiah arched a brow.
Dale scowled at him, his stubbled jawline so tight it could cut diamonds. “Oh, cowboy, you haveno idea.”
“Shouldn’t our first time be a little more romantic?” He knew he was poking the bear, but it was so much fun.
The man growled before answering, “We’ll do romantic lovemaking on round two. This one, this first time, I need you bare, raw, and dirty. But don’t worry, I know this is a first for you. Don’t let my overbearing attitude and greediness scare you.” He cupped Jeremiah’s cheek, brushing a thumb along his lower lip and staring deep into his eyes. “I’d never hurt you—you know that right?”
Breathing heavily while his rigid dick begged to be released from the confines of his jeans, Jeremiah tentatively drew Dale’s thumb into his mouth before running his tongue along the calloused pad. Imagining it was Dale’s cock he was worshiping, he hollowed his cheeks and sucked—hard. Dale’s pupils dilated, and a gasp left his lips. Pulling his finger from the wet and eager mouth, Dale grasped Jeremiah’s chin. His voice was raspy yet demanding. “Answer me, babe—do you trust me?”
In that moment, Jeremiah fell a little more in love with the man. “Yes, I trust you. One hundred percent.” His face burned with his next words—a confession that Dale needed to know. “I’ve never bottomed before, but I’ve played with ... with toys and such.” His minded briefly flashed to the wooden dildo he’d carved, which he hadn’t used yet. “I’m not atotalstranger on what to do or what to expect. And I’ve topped before.”
“God, the thought of you using a dildo on yourself ... crap, I can’t think about that, otherwise we’ll never make it inside before I take you. But that’s good—I mean, that you know what to expect. However, I’m still going to be careful with you. As much as I can anyway. We’ll get to a point when I won’t have to be gentle. That’s when I’ll be balls deep in that sweet ass of yours and you relax around me. I’ll be able to slide into your tight little hole as far as I want.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips across Jeremiah’s in the sweetest of caresses. “And in that moment, I’m going to make youmine.”
When Dale retreated and pointed to the passenger door, Jeremiah gulped but didn’t say another word. He leaped out of the truck and ran inside as fast as he could manage with his cock hard enough to pound nails. Thank God Jenna had told him earlier she was spending the afternoon and evening shopping and having dinner with a few friends in Butterfield.
He made it to his bedroom before his anxiety started to rear its ugly head. Trying to quell his fears about potential inadequacy, he toed off his boots, kicking them carelessly into the corner next to the dresser, and then made quick work of his clothes. He was so turned on, he knew it wouldn’t take long for him to come. Hopefully, Dale wouldn’t be disappointed. Over the past few weeks, Jeremiah had learned what an amazing lover Dale was—his talented hands and mouth had wrung Jeremiah dry on multiple occasions. But this time it would be different. This was sex on an unparalleled level. He was giving himself to the other man, not just his body but his soul.
Stepping over to the bedside table, he pulled open the drawer, found his half-full bottle of lube, and tossed it onto the mattress. He looked at the strip of condoms resting in the drawer but left them there. They wouldn’t need them anymore—both their test results had come back negative the other day. Thank God, because he couldn’t bear the thought of anything separating them. Not even a thin barrier of latex.
Dale had told him to get on the bed, but he hadn’t said how. An image flashed in his mind, but he wasn’t sure if he was brave enough to go through with it. He imagined himself kneeling on the bed, propped up on one hand while the other worked between his legs, stretching and loosening his dark hole. He’d be positioned with his ass facing the door, so the first thing Dale saw when he came into the room was Jeremiah with two ... no, he thought, better make it three, fingers in his own ass, prepping himself.
Moaning at the fantasy, he realized he was fisting his cock, slowly stroking himself as his mind went wild.
When the door opened, he froze, facing in the opposite direction. The door clicked shut, and Dale’s booted footsteps came closer before stopping directly behind Jeremiah. He shivered, feeling the other man’s body heat blanketing the bare skin of his back. He wanted every hot, silky inch of Dale’s flesh pressed against his own.
“You’re not on the bed, Jay. Was my order not clear?”
Glancing over his shoulder, he replied, “Um, I ... uh, kinda got distracted.”
Hands clutched his hips, pulling until his back was tight against Dale’s still-clothed chest, his ass against a denim-covered hard-on. There was something unbelievably erotic about being naked while his lover was fully dressed. Jeremiah arched his spine, reaching back and wrapping his arms around Dale’s neck. Rubbing his ass against his man’s crotch drew a moan from deep inside both of them. Jeremiah felt needy, as if his skin was too tight and was going to split open at any moment. Dropping his gaze, he saw his cock was an angry red as pearly fluid leaked steadily from the tip.
“What did you get distracted by?” Dale whispered against his ear, before licking and biting the lobe softly. His hands roamed Jeremiah’s chest and abdomen, seemingly everywhere at once. Jeremiah shivered again, curling back deeper into Dale’s hold.
“I-I ... He cleared his suddenly dry throat. “I was picturing myself, kneeling on the bed, ass up, fingering myself open for you.” All his normal shyness and embarrassment seemed to have fled. He felt bold, true, and whole in a way he’d never imagined he could.
“Oh fuck, Jay!” Dale’s hips bucked forward.
“Would you like me to do that for you?”
“Hell, yeah, but not today.” Dale spun him around, grabbed his head with both hands, and took his mouth in a ferocious kiss. Jeremiah brought his arms up around Dale’s waist, then snaked his hands down to grip the Marine’s delectable ass cheeks.
After a few moments of feasting on each other, Jeremiah tore his mouth free from Dale’s. “You have too many clothes on.” He jerked Dale’s shirt free from his pants, tugging and pulling until it came up and over the man’s head and flew across the room.
“Yeess,” Jeremiah hissed, running his hands all over Dale’s chest, loving the feel of soft strands tickling his palms. “I love how hairy you are.” He flexed his fingers into Dale’s pecs, squeezing the firm muscle and flicking his thumbs over his nipples, eliciting a groan from the man.
“I love that you love it.”
Jeremiah bent his head, licking from Dale’s neck to his collarbone before biting down hard enough to leave a mark. Working his way back up the man's throat, he kissed and sucked, tasting the salt of sweat and the elusive essence that was all Dale. The sexy Marine was so damn delicious.
Scraping his nails down the other man’s back, Jeremiah used only his fingertips to explore every ridge and valley of the fine physique that haunted his dreams. Every inch of Dale was sculpted to perfection. Artists of yore would’ve vied for the man to pose for them, so they could immortalize him on canvas or in marble.
