He looked so perfect, his skin illuminated by scraps of moonlight and etched in shadows. His inky hair was tangled up in my fingers, soft and glossy, and the jiggle of those cheeks every time I sank back inside him mesmerized me. His hole strangled my cock in the best damn way, and each thrust created fireworks with the extra sensation from the piercing. His palms splayed out on the tree trunk before us, darker against the shade of white birch.
With each deliberate thrust, I rocked him against the tree. The crisp air mingled with the clean, refreshing scent that was wholly Rory, and I leaned in and licked along the side of his neck as I fucked into him a little faster. Each pump coaxed more moans out of him, sounds I craved. His responsiveness, his enthusiasm, his sensuality were spellbinding, and I couldn’t get enough.
I’d wanted to do this the opposite way, talk and then fuck, but we couldn’t seem to keep our hands off each other.
The contrast of the chilly breeze with the blossoming heat between us elevated me higher as I fucked into him with hard, purposeful thrusts, as though I could somehow merge us together. As though, if I buried into him deep enough, he could be mine. Because god, I wanted Rory Brannon to be mine.
Sweat burst on my cold skin as I took my time, savoring the feel of him, of the sting of skin on skin when we collided together. Rory shifted his hips, all but fucking himself on my cock, as if he could speed this up somehow. Not on my damn watch.
I gave his hair another tug and continued my even tempo, nipping at his neck to taste the salt of sweat on his skin. His body was all lush, firm lines beneath me, and I was addicted to everything about him. From those big fuck-me eyes to his pouty lips, to the wicked arch of his brows and his smartass mouth. He kept me guessing, tossed the monotony in my life out the window.
I would never have thought about fucking someone in the middle of a public preserve, but Rory pushed me out of my comfort zone in the best damn way.
I thrust into him harder, losing myself to the rhythm, to the grip of his lush hole around my cock, to the gasps and moans and groans that flooded the clearing. Wildness surged through me, an intensity I succumbed to as I rode him rough, the way I’d promised. Each time Ifucked into him, the smack of our collision stung, and he scratched into the bark of the tree he clutched onto, leaving slight imprints there.
“You close, baby?” I asked, my voice coming out low and hoarse.
Thethump, thump, thumpinside me was reaching a crescendo, and I wouldn’t be able to hold back for long.
“God yeah,” he gasped.
“Then you won’t mind if I go nice, easy, and slow,” I teased, savoring the slide inside him. The way his silken strands felt in my grip. How his moans lit me up inside. We moved in tandem like we’d been doing this dance for years, our bodies responding to each other with a natural ease that surprised me. One I didn’t realize still existed…at least for me.
Rory wasn’t just a fresh start. He was the hope for a love that I’d given up on a long time ago.
And I clutched onto every second with him.
The sensations overtook me far too fast, the tight squeeze of his hole, the sinful glide, the sparks when my piercing struck home. Sweat prickled on my brow and cooled there just as fast from the chilly breezes. Except nothing but heat percolated between us, growing into an inferno.
Goddamn. I needed to come more than I needed my next breath.
I let go of his hair and wrapped my hand around his cock.
“Ngh,” he moaned, and I began to stroke.
Right now, we were just sweat and heat and the sort of passion that brought me to my knees. He felt so perfect, and we moved with a ferocity, a desperation that bled into the surrounding air. I fucked into him with abandon, and he thrust his hips back over and over again.
The tension coiled up inside me, threatening to spill over.
Rory threw his head back with a loud shout, and his hole spasmed tight around my cock as he came. His hot cum oozed over my hand.
That was all it took to send me vaulting over the ledge.
“Fuuuuck,” I groaned out. My balls drew up, and oblivion stole me away.
The pleasure rushed in fast and fierce, enough that the breath was knocked from my lungs. I sank my teeth into Rory’s shoulder, right in the soft spot by his neck, trying to ride out the intensity of the sensations rolling through me. I floated in this nebulous place I didn’t want to come down from, just waves of bliss.
Goddamn.
I sagged against him, crushing him against the tree as I licked over the area I’d bitten. Every time with him was better than the last, which seemed impossible, really.
“Holy shit, I don’t think I can feel my legs,” he said. Full-on trembles rocked through his body, which was hot as fuck. I wanted to stay buried inside him, but we both needed to get zipped back up considering the cold winter air.
Reluctantly, I pulled out of his ass, the chill settling through me, and I made quick work of tying off the condom, tucking my cock back in, and zipping up. Rory rested his hands against the tree, his shoulders heaving. I pressed a kiss against the side of his neck as I dragged his boxer briefs and jeans up, taking care in getting him situated. He pushed upright, though his legs and arms still trembled.
“Hey, look, ‘white’ birch for a reason, am I right?” Rory said, pointing to where his spunk had hit the tree.
A laugh ripped from my throat, and a huge grin followed. The lightness that bubbled up inside me was everything I’d wanted from a relationship, a sunlight I craved. He was the exact opposite to my seriousness, and I hadn’t realized how badly I needed that in my life.
