Page 42 of Wistful in Wyoming
“Then let me up baby.” Dale pulled his fingers free, making Jeremiah moan, and smacked his ass, which earned him a grunt and glare.
Jeremiah lifted his leg and moved to Dale’s side, eager to be filled again by the man’s recovered erection. “How do you want me?”
“Hands and knees. That’ll be the easiest way to start—for you anyway. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to handle watching my cock sink inside you. It’s good you got me off already, otherwise I might come the second I’m balls deep.”
His cock jerked at Dale’s words. His body was slick with sweat, and while his nerves about taking a man inside him lingered, it was a distant worry. Hewantedand heneeded.Not much else was registering in his mind right then.
“Hang on. Come here.” Dale knelt in front of him, closing the distance between them until they were chest to chest. Cupping his jaw, Dale drew him in for a kiss, and Jeremiah went happily. He’d never tire of kissing this man. Dale’s tongue plundered Jeremiah’s mouth, pulling him against his own hard body and rubbing their weeping cocks together. Jeremiah thrust helplessly against his Marine. He moaned into Dale’s mouth, sucking his tongue and biting at his lips, driving them both higher.
Reaching down, Dale fisted his hand around both their cocks, stroking them together. The man was incredibly hard again, as if he hadn’t come mere minutes ago.
Jeremiah mewled against Dale’s lips. “Fuck, that feels amazin’. I could come just like this.”
As if spurred on by his declaration, the pumps came faster, with their combined precum serving as lube.
“So, come. Come all over us, baby. We have all day and all night. And all the days after.” Kissing his neck, Dale encouraged him as he licked up to his ear, which he bit—hard. “Come for me, Jay, I want to see it. Ineedit. Then I’m going to make you fucking come again when I’m buried balls deep inside you.”
Dale’s dirty words, coupled with the heat of the erection clenched hard against his own, had Jeremiah reaching for his climax. But it was the sounds of their combined pleasure that sent him over the edge. He grunted, wet heat bathing his abdomen as he shot cum over Dale’s fist and both their cocks. Shuddering, he let Dale stroke him through the orgasm that seemed never-ending.
Finally spent, he nearly collapsed onto the mattress, but Dale grasped his hips and supported his weight. Heaving for oxygen, Jeremiah rested his forehead on Dale’s shoulder. His cum had painted Dale’s sculpted chest, abs, and still erect cock, and he nearly came again at the sight.
“Fuck that was hot.” Dale grasped his own shaft, using Jeremiah’s cum as lube as he jacked himself.
The mesmerizing action held Jeremiah’s attention, and he groaned. “You’re going to be the death of me. Sex has never been like this for me. Ever.”
“Good. Get used to it, because if I have anything to say about it, you won’t be having sex with anyone else. Ever. Again.” Dale growled, jerked Jeremiah closer, and smashed their mouths together. He kept the kiss brief, though, pulling free quickly before Jeremiah could take it any further. “Hands and knees, cowboy. I want you. Right. Fuckin’. Now.”
Jeremiah didn’t hesitate to comply. Why Dale’s orders turned him on so much, he didn’t know, but he wasn’t going to question it—not when there were much better things to do. Spinning around, he braced himself on his palms and spread his legs. Lowering his head, he tilted his pelvis and offered himself up to his lover in the most primal of ways.
“Fuck, yes.” Dale glided his hands up Jeremiah’s back and then down again to his ass where he squeezed and massaged the muscular flesh. “I love your ass. I swear to God, Jay, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I want to bury my face right here.” Dale split him open, then used his thumbs to stroke his cleft and circle his entrance. “I want to eat you until you beg me to stop, and then I want to eat you some more.”
“Oh, God.” Unable to form any sort of meaningful response beyond those two words, Jeremiah folded his forearms and rested his head on them.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Dale asked, before thesnickof the lube being opened again resounded, and liquid was squirted directly onto Jeremiah’s hole. Nimble fingers spread it around, pushing some inside before retreating and teasing his rim.
“Y-yes.” Forcing himself to stay still, he bit down on his forearm, letting the pain save him from shooting his load again before Dale ever got inside him. Even though he’d fantasized about it often, he’d never received a rim job, or given one for that matter. It was too intimate of an act for a one-night stand, which was the same reason he’d never bottomed before, even though he’d been almost desperate to know what it felt like. He’d never trusted someone enough to give up that part of himself—until now.
“We’ll save that for another time, baby. I can’t wait to be inside you anymore. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you. Did you know that?”
“No,” he responded with a hoarse croak, not really sure what the question had been. He was too far gone to care, as Dale sank three fingers into him again, scissoring them apart, stretching him. Shockingly, Jeremiah’s cock was hard again and leaking all over the bedspread. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d recovered that fast. “Oh, fuck! Dale, please—I’m ready.”
“You’re ready when I say. I told you, baby, I won’t hurt you.” Dale smacked one of Jeremiah’s ass cheeks, eliciting a muttered curse. “At least not in a bad way. Oh, you’ll be sore tomorrow, but it’ll be the good kind of sore. Every time you sit down or take a step, you’ll remember that I was here. That you belong to me now.”
“Oh, God, yes!”
The fingers were pulled free, and Jeremiah felt the head of Dale’s cock press against his entrance. He instinctively tensed but then remembered to relax, as a hand ran up his back, soothing him.
“That’s it. Nice and easy. Take a deep breath and let it out.”
As soon as Jeremiah exhaled, Dale pushed forward, popping the tip of his cock past the tight muscle, holding still with just the head inside, allowing him to adjust. Jeremiah winced at the fierce burn, feeling like he was being split apart. The Marine was well-endowed, thick and long, and Jeremiah had known taking him would be a challenge the first time. Hell, maybe every time.
“Just breathe, baby.” Dale leaned forward to kiss along Jeremiah’s shoulders, easing the tension there. “The pain will pass. Push back when you’re ready to take more.”
Jeremiah’s cock had softened upon Dale’s entry, but as he relaxed further and started to press back onto the cock lancing him, he began to harden again. He was sofull, the stretch was just this side of painful, but it was morphing into pleasure, mingling together into a sweet, addictive fire as Dale pressed deeper into him.
“Oh fuck. Dale. That’s ...” Pushing back and spreading his legs a little more, Jeremiah slowly welcomed Dale, inch by inch, until he finally bottomed out. As the multiple sensations assailed him, Jeremiah didn’t know which way was up. All he knew, in that moment, was Dale—the thick girth deep inside him, groans in his ears, and the feel of his lover’s sweat dripping onto his own back.
“Yeah?” Dale panted, holding Jeremiah’s hips and digging his fingers in. There was no doubt they were going to leave bruises for tomorrow. The thought of Dale’s mark of possession on his skin turned Jeremiah on, and his balls grew heavy. “You okay, baby?”
