Page 43 of Wistful in Wyoming
“So good. Please, Dale, move. Please.”
And he did. Pulling out halfway, he held himself there a moment before thrusting forward, punching a sharpahfrom Jeremiah’s lips. Again and again, Dale fucked in and out of him, sliding out further each time until just the head of his dick was inside Jeremiah who clenched his hole, trying to draw Dale back inside.
“Oh fuck, do that again,” Dale ordered as he plunged forward—hard. Skin slapped against skin. Their balls bounced off each other. With each clench and release, Dale gasped in response. Jeremiah propelled his hips backward, meeting each of Dale’s forward thrusts. His body was looser, accepting the intrusion easily now—craving it.
They were both coated with sweat and trembling under a tidal wave of emotions. Dale shifted his hips slightly on his next thrust, and hit Jeremiah’s prostate, sending sparks of intense pleasure shooting through him. Jeremiah face-planted into the mattress to muffle his scream of ecstasy.
“There it is. I knew you’d be able to take me, baby. It’s like you were made for me and only me. Fuck, it’s so hot watching my cock disappear inside you.”
As Dale pummeled his sweet spot, Jeremiah wailed, “Just like that! Dale, oh, God, don’t stop!” He bucked in time to Dale’s advances, chasing his orgasm that loomed just beyond his reach. He could feel it building in his balls and ass, the pressure so intense, he instinctively knew his orgasm was going to wreck him in the best of ways.
Suddenly, Dale pulled out, leaving Jeremiah empty and gasping in confusion, but both were short-lived. Dale wrestled him over onto his back, shoved his legs up and apart, and plunged back into his ass in one hard stroke. Jeremiah grunted, the air knocked from his lungs under the force of Dale’s tumultuous lovemaking.
The Marine snarled as a potent fire raged in his eyes. “I want to see your face when you come. I want to watch as I fuck every drop of cum out of you.”
Jeremiah grabbed his own cock and jerked himself as Dale pressed his legs further back, almost folding him in half. Dale smacked Jeremiah’s hand away. “No. That dick is mine, and you’re going to come hands free. You did it at the picnic, and I get to watch this time.”
“F-fuck!” Jeremiah grabbed Dale’s shoulders, holding on as the man railed him, fucking him hard and deep. Over and over, pegging his prostate with every pass. Jeremiah lifted his hips, meeting him, moving with him, against him, forcing himself up and down on Dale’s cock desperately. He was possessed by Dale in every way, stretched around his cock, pressed into the bed, and loving every single second.
“Remember what I said? I said there’d be a moment when I make you mine. That’s now, Jay. You’remine.” Dale leaned down and growled in his ear before nipping at his lobe.
“Yes, I’m yours. Always. Yours. Oh my God.” Jeremiah knew he was babbling, as tears seeped from the corners of his eyes, but he couldn’t help it. He was bombarded by a multitude of sensations from all sides, aware of only his lover and what he was doing to his body and soul.
“Now, Jay. Come for me.” Dale lifted one of Jeremiah’s legs up and onto his shoulder and increased the pace, the change in angle allowing him to go deeper than before. The pressure built higher, with every slap of Dale’s hips against his own, sending Jeremiah a little closer to the edge of bliss. His cock bounced between them, untouched, smearing precum all over both their stomachs, combining with their sweat.
“Dale ...” Jeremiah gasped as his orgasm rushed forward and slammed into him. His back bowed, and he screamed. Cum exploded from him, thick and hot, coating his stomach and chest, but he didn’t stop slamming his hips up to meet Dale’s continued assault.
“Jay ... fuck ... ugh!” Dale thrust again, once, twice, and then froze, holding himself as deep as he could inside Jeremiah as he came. The hot rush of his cum seared Jeremiah’s sensitive tissue, and in that moment, he knew without a doubt, he was owned. There would never be anyone else for him again, only his beautiful lover.
As Dale’s orgasm eased and the rigidity of his muscles began to fade, his seed spilled out of Jeremiah’s ass and onto the sheets below. They were both covered in sweat, cum, and lube, but Jeremiah didn’t care. He lowered his leg off Dale’s shoulder until he could wrap both legs around the man’s slender hips. Burying his hands into Dale’s dark hair, Jeremiah pulled him down until they were attached from mouth to groin. He kissed Dale, gently exploring the man’s mouth, sucking on his lips and tongue, not ready to lose the miraculous connection they’d just forged.
“Baby ...” Dale murmured against his lips. His cock softened and slid free from the dark confines of Jeremiah’s body. Jeremiah mourned the loss, even as he winced at the sting and soreness that were left behind.
“That was ...” Words failed him.
“Yeah. It was.” Dale peppered Jeremiah’s cheeks, eyelids, and forehead with the gentlest of kisses before propping himself up on his forearms. He brushed Jeremiah’s hair off his face where it had fallen, sticky with sweat.
Staring at the other man’s handsome face, Jeremiah finally found the words he’d wanted to say. He could no sooner hold them back than he could stop the sun from rising. “I love you.”
Surprise and then tenderness filled Dale’s eyes. “I love you too.” Grinning, Dale kissed Jeremiah again, this time on the mouth, before rolling over onto his side. “Come here.”
Wrapping an arm around Jeremiah’s waist, Dale tucked him against his chest. It was almost too hot to cuddle like that, both of them still sticky with sweat and cum that were beginning to dry, but Jeremiah didn’t care. A shower was going to happen just as soon as he was sure his legs would hold him, but for now, he was right where he wanted to be.
With his face pressed into the slope of Dale’s neck, Jeremiah felt the need to clarify his earlier declaration. “I didn’t say it because of the mind-blowing orgasms either, although those were definitely appreciated. But I really do love you, Dale. More than I ever thought it would be possible for me to love someone.”
“Jay,” Dale began, lifting Jeremiah’s chin up with a finger. “I know it’s not just the sex. This thing between us, this connection? It’s rare. Most people don’t get to feel something as real as this. Now that I have it? With you? I’m never letting it go. You’re mine and I’m yours. Nothing can change that now.”
Smiling with his whole heart, Jeremiah kissed his Marine, his lover, his best friend, his partner, and maybe one day, his husband.
Chapter Twenty-Two
They eventually madeit to the shower, where the bench came in handy for when Jeremiah made Dale sit and pull his legs back, so he could kneel and eat him out until he came. With the sounds Dale was making driving him crazy, Jeremiah jerked off and came all over the shower floor. It seemed rim jobs were one of Dale’s favorite things, and Jeremiah discovered a new-found appreciation for it himself, if nothing more than to hear his man babble and plead. Jeremiah couldn’t wait to top him, to take him apart slowly and show Dale that he wasn’t the only one capable of forcing a hands-free anal orgasm.
They washed one another, worshiping each other’s slick and soapy bodies as they reveled in their newly declared love. They laughed like fools, drunk on their feelings, joy bubbling up inside them both, unable to be contained. Jeremiah had never been so happy, never thought he could have this with someone. He wasn’t going to let it go, let Dale go, or allow anyone to bring them down.
When they were finally clean, Jeremiah grabbed a towel from the rack outside the shower and dried Dale off, enjoying the freedom he had to touch the other man so intimately. “How about I get us something to drink, and then we can take a nap before dinner? You wore me out, Marine.”
“I’d love nothing more than to curl up with you, baby.” Dale rested his head on Jeremiah’s shoulder, softly kissing him and licking stray water droplets off as Jeremiah used the now-damp towel on himself. “But this has been the longest lunch break ever, so how about I go get the animals taken care of, and I’ll come back for that dinner?”
