I had expected him to be grumpy since that’s pretty much how he had interacted with me so far.Which didn’t bother me.He could be irritated with me as long as, deep down, he wanted me with him.
Maybe he knew by now I was on his side.
Once we’d reached the thick of the forest, Puck dipped under the branches of an oak tree, grabbed my T-shirt in his fist and pulled me so hard my body slammed against his.Our faces were inches apart.He held my gaze with an intensity that almost vibrated the slight bit of air between us as his chest moved up and down, his breaths matching my own.
“Fuck, I need you to kiss me,” he said, that torrid gaze burning into me and setting my heart aflame.
I didn’t answer, instead taking a moment to hang my camera on its strap over a nearby branch.Then I brought my hand up to cup his chin and angle his face as I took his mouth with mine.
Puck groaned and tilted his head, opening up to me.We were all testing lips and tentative tongues for a moment until he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in.
I caged his body against the tree trunk and rubbed up against him, feeling his arousal and pressing mine into him.He grunted and hissed like a wild thing, holding me tight and letting me plunder his mouth.His frantic heat enveloped me as we rode a current of mutual desire.
He tasted of fresh mint and smelled like sun-warmed bedsheets, and I inhaled him like a fine vintage, grabbing at his mouth with mine and shoving my tongue inside.He panted and groaned like he wanted me just as much, and I could barely believe it.His grip on my shirt tightened as he held me against him.I could have stayed there for hours.
We had to come up for air.While we caught our breath, I peppered his chin and throat with tiny kisses.I’m not sure how many times he said my name before I heard him over the pounding of my heart.
“Oliver…”
“God…what?”
“I need you.”
“I need you too.What do you want?”
He pulled my face down to his again and kissed me, slower this time, with a grin.“I brought lube.”
Oh, Jesus.He wanted—that?Here?In the woods?
I stopped kissing him and pulled back to gaze down at his hooded, sex-starved gaze.
“Jesus.I don’t have a condom.”
“I brought that too.”
I stared at him, my dick throbbing but my brain hesitating.“Wait.Really?”
“Yeah.”
I gazed around us at the trees and the rough ground.The cool breeze did little to quench the fire inside me, but I felt cautious.
“Well…we just…I mean…” I stalled.My trembling fingers strayed to the front of his jeans almost of their own volition.
“You don’t want to?”he asked, nipping at my chin and darting his tongue out to lick, while he thrust himself against my hand.
“Of course, I do.But maybe not yet.How about I suck you off instead?”
“Not yet?”he said in a small voice, as if he were worried that I didn’t want to fuck right away.But he recovered quickly.“You like making me wait?”
“Sure.Yeah.”
He chuckled softly.“You think the payoff will be worth it?”
I grinned.“I know it will.”
“Fine,” he sighed, hands going to his waistband.
“Or,” I said, “Maybe I should get a blow job.Since you dragged me all the way out here, away from my comfy bed at the main house.”
