Page 7 of From the Ashes
“It’s not the only thing hard for us,” he teases. His eyes finally fall shut as I add a third finger. I chuckle at his joke, but he interrupts with the sweetest sound. “Please, Phoenix. Please just fuck me already.”
“Ahh, I love hearing you beg, baby.” Ripping open another packet of lube, I spread it up and down his crease, making sure he’s got more than enough to ease the burn. Then I open the condom and roll it on, coating it in lube as well for good measure and a pleasurable experience.
Lining myself up with my target, I slowly begin to work my way inside. His long arms reach down and he digs his fingers into my thighs. He doesn’t push me away or ask me to stop. I think he’s just seeking contact. Understanding that need well, I lace his fingers with mine, letting him squeeze my hand as my dick stretches him wide.
Watching my cock disappear in his ass is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
“Oh hell, this won’t take me long,” I admit. Every time I rock my hips forward, his ass bears down on me. I angle my hips so my cock strikes his prostate and his eyes fly open.
“Oh fuck!”he yells, making me smile.
“It’s a good thing that river outside will catch your scream and drown it before it reaches the bonfire,” I tell him, shocked to realize a small part of mewantseveryone to know how good I’m making him feel. The possessive side of myselfwantspeople to know that Walker’s turned everyone down tonight, but he’s allowedmeinside.
Physicallyat least. But it’s a start.
“Do that again,” he commands, letting go of my hands to trail his fingers across my abs as I move inside him.
Since my hands are now free, I lean back on them, angling my hips even further to assault that button deep inside him with every stroke. My knees are tucked beneath me and I thrust repeatedly.
“Jack yourself,” I tell him. “But stop when I tell you to because that orgasm belongs to me.”
“Yeah, okay,” he agrees, gripping his shaft with one hand while the other still grips my torso. It only takes a few pumps before I can tell he’s about to explode, so I bat his hand away, replace it with mine, and lean forward while I continue to piston my hips.
I kiss his neck, inhaling his scent, reveling in the masculinity beneath me. “You’re fucking perfect, and you’re making me want more than just tonight,” I stupidly admit in the heat of the moment, pulling harder on his dick. My heart hammers in my chest when he begins to moan. “That’s it, baby, come for me. Your tight ass has me about to fill you up. Oh, fuck, that’s it. Yes…yes…fucking milk my cock.”
For the first time in my life, I come at the same time asmy partner. Usually, I make sure they get off before me, but there was no holding back tonight.
Fuck my life. Walker DeVille is perfection.
I kiss his decadent, swollen lips, swallowing the sound as he cries my name while he comes violently, coating both our chests. I make good on my statement and explode inside the latex sheath, filling it to capacity.
When he comes down from his high, his eyes are closed, and he sighs with a grin on his face. Before I can stop myself from the intimate gesture, I reach up and trace the outline of his mouth with my finger. His lips are works of art. Full to the point of being plump, smooth, and a gorgeous shade of pink, I know they’re the envy of a lot of women. I’ve never seen a dude with a mouth like this, and I’mdyingto see it wrapped around my cock.
At twenty, I don’t really have any desire to settle down, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not interested in a stable relationship. Especially with someone like Walker, who is familiar with this lifestyle, even if we’re competitors. The media portrays me as some kind of playboy, but that’s not really true. I’m just outgoing and love to be around people. I don’t bother correcting them though, and I’m guilty of leaning into the reputation because the media hounds tend to leave me alone that way.
“Are you okay?” I ask gently, moving on to trace the planes of his face.
“Yes. No. A little of both,” he answers honestly.
I sit up, pull out of him slowly, and dispose of the condom in the trashcan by the door. It’s the middle of July in south Texas, so thankfully, being cold isn’t something we have to worry about. There’s a small bathroom connected to the tack room, and I grab a wet paper towel, dragging it over my chest before grabbing another and kneeling to clean him up.
“I can do that,” he says quickly, a hint of embarrassment in his tone as he reaches to take the towel from me.
“Let me,” I plead, wanting to take care of him in this way for some inexplicable reason. Coming together was really special. Bringing him pleasure expanded my own in a way I’d never felt before and looking down at him now, I can’t help but wonder what it would be like if he were mine.
All mine.
Onlymine.
He doesn’t argue, but props himself up on his elbows like he wants to watch every second of this interaction. It makes me wild with dirty thoughts. Hoping to turn him back on—because I owe him a couple more orgasms—I plant my knees on the outside of his thighs and lean forward again, this time using my tongue to lick up every drop of his cum splayed across his stomach, the paper towel discarded to the side.
His hands fly to my shoulders and then move to my hair as I continue to slowly lick him clean.
“Christ, that’s hot,” he whispers, looking down at me. I push forward, feeding him a taste of himself that he takes eagerly from my tongue.
Fucking perfect.
“You’rehot,” I correct. “Seriously, we should do this again.” It’s rare that I’m the one begging, butfuck, this guy does something to me. I wantin. Even after letting me fuck him in the ass on the floor of a barn, he’s still keeping me at arm’s length.
