I cupped his face and pressed my lips to his in a kiss that was too tortured, too desperate to be the kind of kiss he deserved. We clawed at each other, pushing and pulling and grabbing in a battle for touch that would have noend.
"Tell me we're doing this," he panted against mylips.
"What isthis?" I asked. I needed him to spell it out. Draw the map and show me the course. There could be no miscommunication here. "What do youwant?"
Cole pressed his face to the crook of my neck, his lips exploring my skin as his hand traveled down until it squeezed my cock. It was exactly as firm and confident as I'd imagined last night. Before I found him outside the bathroom, andafter.
"I want this," he said, releasing a hot breath on myneck.
Grabbing his shoulders, I pushed him back far enough to catch his eyes. My touch was rough, nearly punishing, and I would have regretted that if it weren't for the blissed-out sigh on Cole'slips.
Yesssss.
"Say it," I ordered, my hold on himtightening.
"I want you. So much that it hurts," he said, his words tumbling out in agasp.
There was only one way to ease this pain. Without a word, I backed him up against a tree and dropped to my knees. My hands were curled around his hips while I pressed my face to his heat. He was thick and hard behind his shorts, and I dragged my scruffy chin over the fabric to feel the length ofhim.
"Do that one more time and I'm gonna come in my pants," Cole said, his words slurring around ahiccup.
"Are you too drunk for this?" I asked. I was unbuttoning his shorts while I asked, but I still asked. "I don't want you to regret thistomorrow."
Cole shook his head but it had the effect of shaking his entire body. I had to lash my arms around his waist to keep him from hitting the ground. "Nope," he drawled. "I'm a sloppy drinker. It's my worst trait. That, and my penchant for screaming at the people who work for me. But anyway. No, I'm completely lucid under this. I can't turn it off. I've tried. Once, in college, I tried to get drunk enough to find women attractive. Like, sexually. I mean, women are beautifulbut—"
"Is there apoint?"
I shoved his boxer briefs down and his cock swung free. It tapped my cheek, and though I wanted more than anything to get my hands on him, I waited. I didn't know where that Herculean strength sprang from, but I appreciated the hell out of itnow.
"Yes, there's a point, Owen," he replied, exaggerating every word like a sassy teenager. "It's that there's nothing I can do to turn off my mind. That's the trouble with having an extremely high IQ. It's one of the highest everrecorded."
"Don't make me gag you," I said, then thought better of it. "Unless you'd likethat."
"No, I wouldn't," he said. "But if you don't suck my dick right now, I'm gonna think you don't know howto."
I shook my head but took pity on him, wrapping my fingers around his shaft before brushing my lips over the crown. He was thick and warm, and he smelled like the most hedonistic heaven I could imagine. "Always something tosay."
Cole's hands landed on my shoulders, and he gripped me hard. "Do that again," heordered.
I thought about teasing him. If this was a random hookup, I would've. I usually answered demands with more torment. Same with pleading and begging. But rather than wanting to assert my control, I wanted to give Cole what he needed. Even if that meant ceding some of thatcontrol.
"Please, again," hebegged.
"Anything," I whispered, laving my tongue over him. I learned the contours of him, licking up and down his length, around his crown. It didn't take long—maybe a minute or two—but for me it was an epic journey. I was Magellan here, and I was intent on mapping my newworld.
Cole's hands slipped up my neck and into my hair, his hips pumping as I worked him. The woods seemed to close in, the night joining forces with the noises of nature and the raw smell of earth to surround us. It was primal, as if the woods were calling on me to make this manmine.
The cloak of darkness offered a voyeuristic sanctuary, a secret as long as we didn't mind the audience. The damp soil beneath my knees, the lightning bugs and beetles fluttering around us, the creatures lurking in the distance, the whisper of trees and the roar of the sea—it all rose up like an unblinkingchorus.
I swallowed him down, inch by inch, and sighed in delight when my nose brushed against his pelvis. His scent was different here, richer. In the back of my mind, I knew I'd never be able to venture into these woods without recalling his scent. I wasn't prepared to deal with that thought or the possibility that this man could mean something—maybe everything—to me, and shoved it far away while I worked on showing off the best of my blow jobskills.
And when it came to skills, I had them. No one racked up a decade's worth of meaningless sexual encounters without learning their way around a topflight blowjob.
Cole's fingers tightened around my hair. "I'm," he started, his voice pitching high while my fist moved him fast and my tongue rolled along the underside of cock. His back arched away from the tree. "I'm—mmm—yes."
I hummed in response and dragged my free hand away from his hip and between his legs. My touch was light and gentle as my fingertips ran up his thigh, over his sac, and between his crease. I was as surprised as anyone that I could not only manage light and gentle but enjoy it,too.
I was good at rough, hard, fast, and I guess that fit. I was a big guy who worked on lobster boats. Of course I'd fuck as rough and hard as I worked. But—no. No, that didn't fit. A man possessed more facets than his profession, and I knew that to be true because I wanted to lay Cole on my bed, massage every inch of his body, and take him as soft and sweet as he could bear. And then I wanted him to do the same tome.
