He leans down and kisses me. I swear his lips are charged with electricity. My whole body tingles from my lips down to my toes. I push up onto my tiptoes so he doesn't have to bend down as far, and caress his chest. His polo shirt is soaked and plastered to his skin. His wet beard sticks to my chin, no longer itchy. His hand grasps my sodden hair so he can make the kiss deeper. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, masterfully caressing mine. The rain continues to hammer down on us, but I'm barely aware of it. All that matters is the wet press of his body against mine.
“Oh god, I want you to fuck me,” I breathe as our lips break apart.
He nuzzles my nose. “Here?” he asks in an amused tone.
“Anywhere. Just do it soon.”
He kisses me again, walking me backwards at the same time until my back rests against a broad tree trunk. He continues to dominate my mouth. My hammering heart and lusty whimpers are drowned out by the thundering rain. Each huge drop is like a needle driving into my skin. I'm freezing, but his body is so hot, and I'm aching for him. I've never been kissed in the rain before, but he was right. It's the perfect thing to do. His hand slips between our bodies, and he unbuttons my jeans. I let out a squeak of surprise.
“We’re alone,” he promises. “Every other bugger has run home.”
I gasp as he pushes his hand into my underwear to grasp my cock. He strokes my length firmly, each stroke of his hand driving me wild. I’m completely consumed by his lips and his tongue, the firm press of his huge body, holding me against the tree, the way he tugs my cock over and over, driving me wild.
“Oh, Sir,” I manage to whisper in one of the brief moments when his lips aren’t smothering mine.
His mouth crashes onto mine again, and all I can do is moan into his mouth. I'm still tingling, but now heat is coursing through me, pulsing to my cock. There's nothing in the world but us. I come undone, my hips thrusting into his hand as I come all over his fingers. He stops kissing me. I can't move. I just stare into his eyes as he brings his cum-covered hand to my lips.
“Lick,” he orders.
I do. I eat my cum off his skin, even as the heavy rain starts to wash it away. When all the evidence of my orgasm is gone, he does my jeans back up and presses a tender kiss to my forehead. I’m shaking and trembling as he embraces me.
“Let me know when you can walk,” he says.
“It might be a while. That was…” I haven’t got the words.
It was naughty and risky. Even with the downpour, someone else could have stumbled upon us. That alone probably made it the most exhilarating hand job anyone has ever given me. Hamish cuddles me, kissing every part of my face except my lips as I recover. I adore how tender he is when I'm unravelled in his arms. His bearlike grip is comforting. The only thing that could make this moment more perfect would be if we were both topless so I could feel his fuzz against my skin.
“I can walk,” I say eventually. I could have probably walked ten minutes ago, but I was enjoying the feel of him far too much.
“Let’s go back to the water tower,” he says, holding my hand. “We need to get warm, or we’ll both catch a chill.”
"How are you going to do that?" I ask as we wander to the edge of the woods at a pace that's far too leisurely for the rainstorm we're caught in. At least there's no thunder and lightning.
“A hot, bubbly bath,” Hamish decides. “And then snuggling in bed.”
“Just snuggling?”
He chuckles. "I'm sure there will be more than snuggling going on. I've got a mind to play with you later," he says casually.
“Oh? What will we do?”
"I haven't decided yet, but it will involve blindfolds and cuffs."
I shiver, but this time it isn’t from the cold. “I’d like that, Sir. I’d like that very much.
16
Hamish
I give Archie a towelling dressing gown to wear while I run the bath. The problem with having a bath big enough for me to stretch out in is that it takes an age to fill. Normally, I'd have a shower, but I can't think of anything I'd rather do than lounge in hot, soapy water with Archie. He's getting under my skin like a drug I can't get enough of.
"It's ready," I say as I peel off my clothes.
They’re so wet they’ve stuck to me, leaving my skin red and cold. Archie takes his glasses off and puts them beside the sink. Then we step into the bath and lie, him on top of me. Our combined bulk displaces enough water to make it slosh out of the bath onto the stone tiles. Fluffy white bubbles blanket us.
“This is nice,” Archie says.
He strokes his fingers through my chest hair. He seems to love doing that. He closes his eyes and rests his head on my shoulder. His body drapes over mine, our cocks aligned a little too perfectly. He doesn’t even have to move. Just the feel of his length against mine sends blood pulsing into my cock, making it swell and harden. He murmurs, and his cock responds to mine. I stroke his shoulder and rest my chin on his head, letting the water and his body warm me.
