“Got a bit of an exhibitionist streak?” he asked, his smile growing, a predatory, sensual thing. His fingers trailed down my neck until he squeezed my nape in a possessive move. An audible gasp escaped me.
“I’ll take that cock wherever and whenever,” I said, heat rushing through me. The grip on my nape made the blood rush right to my dick.
“Lucky for you, I came prepared.”
Best words ever.
Chapter eighteen
Wyatt
Rory looked fucking edible.
My grip on his neck garnered an instant reaction, his mouth opening, his eyes widening. Heat simmered in his gaze, and my cock reacted at once. The new hardware on the tip felt different, and sex was better than it ever had been before—though that could be all Rory.
“C’mere,” I said, guiding him the few steps over to the copse of white birch. “Hands against the trunk.”
“Damn, you really like trees, don’t you?” he teased.
I gave his lush ass a light spank, and the quick intake of breath was all the reward I needed. “Be good.”
“Maybe you should make me,” he said, glancing back.
The blood pumped hot and heavy, those words igniting me. My cock was hard as fuck, and Rory was the reason.
I crowded against his back and, with my body weight, slammed him up against the tree, a lightwhupescaping him. “Hands up, baby. Sounds like someone wants to get taken rough tonight.”
A shiver ran down his spine, and I speared my fingers through his hair, tugging his head back. I nipped and bit along his neck, and those gorgeous moans echoed in the barren wintry landscape. The sun had set, leaving the velvet night that soaked the forest shades darker. Even though we were out in the open, this felt private in a way I craved, just the two of us in the middle of the towering trees, the rambling fields, the breathtaking night sky. Crowded against him like this, his lush ass pressed against my hard-as-nails cock, the urge to drive inside him roared through me like wildfire.
Rory placed his hands up against the trunk, and I nipped his earlobe.
“Good boy.”
“Oh god,” he moaned out.
I reached around and undid the button and zipper of his jeans one-handedly, then yanked them down. I palmed his supple ass cheek, my mouth watering from the sight and feel. Then I circled to his front and ran my palm along his length, the combination of the soft skin and firmness there intoxicating.
“Fuck,” he gasped, and I yanked his hair back again.
“Is my good boy going to take my cock, out here in the middle of nowhere?” I asked. “Just bend over for me and let me fill that tight hole again and again?”
“Yes, please.” His tone was breathless and needy, and I was addicted.
I unzipped my jeans and tugged out my cock, loving the sight of the Prince Albert that he’d put there. It was like I carried a mark from him everywhere with me. The brisk air would be sensitive on his warmed skin, but I burned with such a ferocious heat that the chill barely affected me. Besides, I’d be burying myself inside his heat as fast as I could.
I snagged the packets of condom and lube from my pocket, taking a cue from Rory, and I let go of his hair to sheathe and lube up.
“Bet you can take me right now, can’t you?” I murmured, then nipped at his nape. “You want me to slide in, no prep.”
“What does a straight boy like you know about prep?” Rory snarked back. God, that fucking mouth. I loved it. A grin stretched my lips on automatic, wickedness flaring through me.
I pried his cheeks open, slotted my tip at his entrance, and then I pushed right in.
Rory cried out, the sound echoing through the area.
I took my time sinking in inch by inch, but he accepted my length with ease. And fuuuuck, the feeling was unparalleled. The added sensitivity of the piercing sent a heady dose of pleasure through my veins as I sank inside his heat. The tight grip strangled my cock, so, so damn good.
“God, baby. Who needs prep with a slutty hole like that?” I speared his hair with my fingers again, keeping him braced against the tree with my body weight. I pulled back slightly with my hips and then thrust in again. Bliss flooded through me at the simple motion, and a long, low moan left Rory. I began to rock in and out of his hole, taking my time with him, as if we weren’t out in the middle of a public preserve under the night sky. As if we had an eternity before us and not a question.
