“Ye sure ye don’t know?” I asked, excited that he didn’t seem to have it worked out yet. I grabbed a bottle of lube off the tray and shooed the lad away with a hand wave.
Aspen shook his head and frowned with a curious glint in his eyes.
“Ye’re about to find out.” I opened the package around the stroker, tossed the wrapper on the floor, and then squirted some lube inside. I stuffed the bottle of slick in my pocket before I slid the stroker onto him. It was too fecking much watching his cock disappear into the toy. I attacked Aspen’s mouth, and he moaned against my lips. I fumbled to get my cock out and slid it in the other side. I growled at the sensation of splitting open the toy. It wasn’t like fucking someone, not enough of a tight squeeze and not warm enough, but it was good. A thrill zipped through me when my cockhead slipped against his—hot and hard. I couldn’t tell anyone what I loved about toys—whether it was the filthiness of it or just doing something different from usual—but it made me horny as feck to know my cock was kissing Aspen’s when I pulled back and thrust again.
“We’re sword fighting,” I said with a chuckle.
Aspen gasped and his eyes gleamed in amusement as he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck. I moved my hips faster, brushing my cock against his again.
“Oh, hell, look at them go,” Ransom said from somewhere nearby, his thick Australian accent unmistakable. The appreciation in his tone had me flying high.
“Fuck, I’m almost there,” Aspen said, his grip on me growing harsh.
I tugged out of the stroker, though I hated it, and shoved him toward the bondage horse, which the other couple had abandoned. Aspen grasped my arms like he was going to try to shove me down onto the horse, but I grabbed the stroker and teased it on his cock, and he moaned. I tugged the toy over his hard-on and hissed as I watched him thrust his hips.
“Ye’re gonna get fucked.” I kissed Aspen’s cheek and his beard tickled my lips.
“Oh, am I?” He narrowed his eyes, but I sped up my strokes, then stopped.
“Yes, ye sexy arsehole.” I shoved him forward, and he didn’t make it easy. I had to use all my strength to get him to the horse, but once we reached the leather furniture, he pulled me in and sucked on my tongue while I went back to toying with his cock. He brushed his lips to the tip of my nose.
“I won,” I said.
“Did you? I’m feeling pretty lucky right now.”
Snorting, I shoved him again, and this time he went, planting one knee on the angled side and bending down to comfortably rest his elbows on the padded top. He didn’t help me shove his trousers down, and I didn’t want that. I loved pushing his clothes out of my way and revealing his umber skin.
He was so fecking tasty I could barely stand it. I hit my knees and bit at his arsecheeks. He grunted and glared over his shoulder at me, and I grinned, hopping to my feet again. I dragged the lube out of my pocket and slathered my cock before tossing it.
“Is it okay?” I asked, guilt slapping me out of nowhere. He’d asked earlier and now I felt like I should do the same.
He nodded and smirked. “You can be taught.”
“Feck off.” I crowded up against his back and didn’t hesitate as I shoved my cock into his tight hole. My head fell back at the overwhelming intensity of being in his body. He moaned and dropped his head forward.
“Everyone is watching us and wishes they could fecking be me.” I pulled back and jabbed my hips in his direction.
He didn’t say anything, only glanced back with a raised eyebrow.
I crowded closer and slid one hand onto Aspen’s belly before reaching around to stroke him with the toy while I began to rock my hips at a steady, rough pace. Aspen laid his hand over mine on his stomach and linked our fingers together. Joy took a swing at me and connected, making my heart feel fluttery and light. This was so much better than anything I’d ever done with a stranger, and different from what I did with Vail and Fallon. This felt fecking wonderful because it was withAspen. It was fecking amazing. I rested my head on his shoulder and wiped away a peculiar tear that slid out of the corner of my right eye.
“It’s good, Cillian,” he said.
I pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. “I feckin’ love it,” I mumbled.
Aspen tensed and fucked faster into the toy I held. I could feel the ridges of his cock and the way he moved his hips, needing release. I let him ride me and use the toy to get off. He shuddered and moaned, squeezing tighter on my cock. His fingers on mine clenched harder.
“Did ye just come for me in front of all these lovely people?” I singsonged into his ear.
“You know it. Your turn to give them a show,” he said, grinning over his shoulder at me. He reached back and clasped a hand to my hip, and I wasn’t sure why, but that undid my control. I let go and fucked him hard and fast while sweat dripped down my temples until my moment rushed me like a speeding bullet. I buried myself deep in his arse and filled him to the brim with my cum. I shuddered and kept fucking until every drop was wrung from my balls.
Aspen turned and surprised me, so I had no choice except to pull out of him, which was hell. He took the stroker off his cock and tossed it on the floor. I loved looking at the way his thick shaft gleamed with his own jizz. He pushed on my shoulders, and after coming so hard my body was feeling loose; I wasn’t up to fighting with him. My knees cracked on the floor and hurt, but in a vague distant way.
He waved his dick in my face, and I opened my mouth. The taste of lube and his cum, which must’ve made a mess of the toy, was sharp on my tongue. I loved the sensation of rolling around his half-hard shaft in my mouth to chase down every drop he’d pumped out of his sack. Embarrassment washed through me, along with excitement, and my face heated as I bobbed my head and sucked him clean. When there wasn’t a single drop of his cum left, I pulled his underwear up, tucked him away, and even zipped his trousers and buckled his belt.
He dragged me to my feet and stared into my eyes as he returned the favor of straightening my clothes, and then his lips were on mine. All over again, I fell into the heat and insanity of the moment, tasting him on my tongue, luxuriating in the wet bliss of his mouth. I loved kissing him and feck, I loved him—so goddamned much.
He knocked his forehead against mine. “We’re doing this again.”
