“Close the door before the mosquitos get me,” he said.“And latch it.”
I did, then stood there—without my camera for once—memorizing every angle to store in my memory.Each tiny mole on his pale skin—the way his bare feet rested on the mattress—the look in his hooded eyes as he gazed at me.His cock was the least interesting thing to me at that moment.
Then one knee fell to the side and he stretched out, displaying himself in the empty confines of the abandoned bunkhouse.Giving himself to me, in whatever way I wanted.
I ran trembling fingers through my hair.He let go of his dick.It flopped against his belly and left a smear of clear fluid behind as he trailed the fingers of one hand to the ring in his right nipple and tugged it.
I made a noise—half whimper, half moan—and moved forward, dropping to my knees on the floor.Glancing at his cock, which seemed very interested in whatever I might do, I put my hand on Puck’s throat, covering that slim, vulnerable spot with some very slight pressure, just to let him know I had him, and he wasmine.
He cursed softly and tilted his head toward me, lips parting in readiness.I captured his mouth as a desperate, needy sound emerged from my throat.He opened beneath my questing tongue and gave me his—tentative and passive.He let me control the kiss, and that gave me the courage to continue.I wanted everything but I needed him to give it willingly.
I increased the pressure on his windpipe just enough to make him gasp and struggle, then I drifted my fingers down to his nipple ring, which I toyed with as he groaned and shuddered beneath me.
“Oliver.Jesus,” he gasped, “I need—”
“What?What do you want?”
“Fuck, anything.I’ll take anything.I’lldoanything.”
He rose up on one elbow, pulling the T-shirt from my jeans and sliding his hand up my torso.Another curse left his lips.
I inhaled a shaky breath and released him, standing and backing up.He watched me with blown pupils and a blatant curiosity that thrilled and satisfied me.When he was in the paddock his attention was on Kamal—now he was focused onme.
I sat on the bunk across from his, and he frowned.
“What are you doing?”He glanced at the door.“We don’t have much time.”
I pulled my T-shirt off over my head and threw it at him.“I only want to watch,” I said.
He blinked at me, as if I’d said something crazy.Which, maybe, I had.
“Watch—what?”
“You.”
“Me?But you’ve already seen—”
I nodded.It was true, I’d seen so much already.But only as a secondary observer.This time I wanted it allfor me.
“Jerk off into my shirt.”
He stared at me, then glanced down at the bunched-up cotton beside him.“Fuck.”
“Now.We don’t have much time, remember?”
“I thought you’d want to bone me.”
“I do want to bone you.But right now, I want to watch you jerk off for me.”
“But then—”
I stood up, popping the button of my jeans and sliding the zipper down.“Then you’re going to swallow my cock until you’re hard again.”
“Thenyou’ll fuck me?”
“No.”
His hand was on his dick in a second.I pulled my cock out and aimed it at him, smiling.“If you put on a good show, I won’t make you waittoolong.”
