Page 50 of Destined Predator
“Just the wedding in these monkey suits to get through,” Rhett muttered, pulling at his tie again, not caring if it left the damn thing crooked.
“Thanks.” Greg Manning, newly officiated preacher, shot them all a look. “So, let’s get married?”
“I’m really not sure about this,” Rhett said again, a day later.
Casey had to grin at his husband’s expression—what he could see of it under all the goop. “Ain’t like we got much of a choice, is it?” came his answer where he sat opposite in the bath full ofwhat he’d call mud, just like Rhett had called it sludge when he’d squelched his way into the dug-out pool and sat.
Mud, sludge, swill—it stuck and sucked against his body. It had oozed between his toes, in his fingernails…and in places he’d rather not think about. “So you don’t reckon we’ll convert the hot tub back home into a mud bath?” he asked.
Rhett was saved from answering when the timer went off. “Oh, thank God,” he muttered, squelching out and heaving Casey from the slop hole, too. “Least we can hit the showers.”
“Steam bath, you mean,” Casey corrected, following him through the cleaning-off shower before they went into the ‘cleansing experience’ mist-shower that was next on their schedule. “Most everything’s a bath of some sort here.”
Being indoors, in the warm, was definitely better that the mud hole outside, even if the white-tiled steam bath was a little clinical for him. The white-coated attendants were too clinical for him, too, even though during ‘self-directed sessions’ like these ones, they were carefully out of sight. Normally being with Rhett in a tub or shower of any sort would have had Casey as horny as hell, but here he occupied himself sniffing the different aromatherapy oils that misted through the steam they were enveloped in.
Eucalyptus was followed by rosemary then lemon. “I feel like I’m being seasoned and steamed like joint of meat!” Casey yelped. “You know, this ‘wellness destination’ ain’t really what I thought a meat-and-potatoes Wyoming rancher would go for on for a honeymoon!”
“Like I had a choice, when it was a present—fromyourbrothers and sisters!” Rhett retorted. “And anyway, we both liked yesterday’s welcome massage, right?”
Yeah. The couples’ massage, and the oils used, had been as relaxing as the brochure had promised, and they’d both fallen asleep after, still breathing in lavender. That hadn’t been aproblem, as the session had been conducted in their private yurt, where they were heading now. Inside, Rhett took in the candles and music and the newly replenished massage supplies. He raised an eyebrow at Casey.
“Yeah.” Casey was a little shamefaced about enjoying all the pampering. “I ordered some stuff. And told them not to whisk in and change the bedclothes every hour this time as well.” It had felt like that, at least. “Just lie down.”
“And shut up,” Rhett finished for him. He pulled off his towel and lay on the roll of linen unfurled on the bed.
Casey grinned as he swished the brush in the warmed pot then dripped splotches down the length of Rhett’s spine.
“Thatchocolate?” asked Rhett, trying to turn and look as well as sniff.
“Oh yeah.” Casey, between Rhett’s spread legs now, massaged a couple of splats in, then licked another up.Hmm.He dropped the brush back in the pot. He had a better idea, licking lower, to the groove between Rhett’s gorgeous sexy ass cheeks, then lower again, to nose and mouth into his balls, enjoying the loud groan this pulled from Rhett.
“Turn over,” he ordered, taking up the brush again when Rhett obeyed…to anoint the tip of Rhett’s cock in the edible chocolate. He bent low. “Feed me.”
Catching on, Rhett took his cock and wiped the head along the seam of Casey’s lips, leaving them coated in the chocolate. “Nourishing and moisturizing,” Casey husked, licking his lips. “And it tastes better off you.”
He moved Rhett over so he could lie beside him, low down in the bed with his head level with Rhett’s dick. There he played, painting swirls and spirals on Rhett’s cock and balls and licking and sucking them off, getting as much pre-cum as he did chocolate.
He left the bed briefly to fetch a butt plug to play with, too, and lube to add to their fun. Within minutes he was moaning as long and loudly as Rhett did when he was lapping at Rhett’s dick, cradling his balls in one hand and working the plug in and out with the other. Rhett got off on prostate play and massage. Casey doubtedthatwas something they offered here.
Rhett clenched his hands in Casey’s hair, tightening his grip and pulling as Casey took him deeper, his mouth stretched wide and his hands working busily. Rhett gasped and sighed, then cried and begged, but Casey pushed him to his limit—and beyond, as they’d negotiated. He didn’t stop until Rhett’s hips were bucking, his ass clenching on the plug and he was fountaining down his throat, and Casey had sucked Rhett dry.
“Hell, Casey.” Rhett, dazed, tried to sit. “Wait, that gleam in your eye—now what?”
“Now?” Licking his swollen lips, Casey sat back against the headboard, slicking his cock. “Now ride me, cowboy.”
Rhett straddled him and went for his nipples, pinching and rubbing—it drove Casey crazy. He was soon thrusting his hips and grabbing for Rhett to bring him down onto his shaft.
Rhett had planned on teasing Casey a little, but at the sight of his face, his pupils blown wide, his puffy-lipped mouth open to pant, he couldn’t. He grabbed for the headboard, his hands clutching the carved wood on either side of Casey and lowered himself onto the huge erect dick that Casey was holding ready at his hole. Casey had prepped him, but the head of his cock still stretched him—stretched him good. His hiss as it breached him said as much.
“Feel good, babe?” Casey said on a gasp, and Rhett nodded.
It was so good that he raised himself until barely the tip was left inside his passage then slid down, clenching tight, until he bottomed out. He needed a moment to adjust, then rode Casey as he’d demanded, and was urging him now, rising and sinking,impaled so perfectly. Casey thrust up, increasing the slam of his dick inside Rhett.
“Ride me hard,” Casey breathed, and Rhett did, for as long as he could until they were both heaving sweaty messes. He wanted to come again but Casey had taken such good care of him that he couldn’t. This was for Casey, who was jolting under him, chasing his climax. Rhett added to the sensations by lowering his hands to fist one into Casey’s hair and use the thumb and index finger of another to pinch his nipple. Hard.
When Casey shook and gasped his name, his voice broken, Rhett felt his pleasure along with him, the tightening of his balls, the surging of his cum, then felt it for real when Casey, his hands punishingly tight on Rhett’s hips, cried out and came hard into his ass. It seemed an age before Casey’s hips dropped, and he sagged back into the bed. Rhett climbed carefully off, hating to pull free of Casey’s body and feel empty. He collapsed, his head in Casey’s lap, sharing his body in that way.
“Can’t wait to see what’s on the schedule for tomorrow,” Casey said at last, his voice hoarse from shouting Rhett’s name.
