“I want to.” He kisses my nose again and then across my jaw, finally finding my mouth.
“Eh-hem. Do you have some chairs?” A voice interrupts us loudly, and laughing, we both look over to where Linden is standing looking at us with his hands on his hips. Gabriel takes him over to the fourth cottage and unlocks it, telling him there’s some they can use in there. I help Austin unpack the beers and arrange them on one of the picnic tables.
The light is just starting to fade by the time the food is cooked. As the colour washes out of the sky to be replaced by a rich indigo blanket, the temperature drops, and I’m glad of the fire pit we’re all gathered around. After we finish eating, we sit talking and drinking. The atmosphere is jovial, each one of us telling stories. Austin recounts some of the more eventful flights he’s had with horses, and problems with border controls, including one from when he was just setting up his business. There was a horse with a passport that didn’t check out, and it was found the horse was a famous showjumper who’d been stolen, then disguised, and they were trying to get it out of the country. Accused of abetting a criminal, his company was grounded for two months until he was finally cleared of any charges.
“We nearly went out of business, but luckily we were allowed to fly again and managed to rebuild our reputation. But we do a lot more checks on the horses and paperwork before we board them now,” he says, swigging his beer.
Gabriel is sitting next to me, his leg wedged up against mine and his hand resting on my thigh. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed an evening with friends like this before, and I reach out and trace the back of his hand with my fingers.
“Tell us the story of how you two met,” Linden asks Kirsty and Alexa and they both smile.
“Back when I was in university, studying for my masters, I also worked in an art gallery in the city. We had art, but also sculptures. One day I was arranging some of the smaller pieces in the window, they were animals, and I saw this gorgeous woman stop and look at a statue of a horse I’d just placed. Then she looked straight at me before walking into the shop. She enquired about the statue, so of course I showed it to her. She bought it but also asked me on a date.” Alexa smiles at Kirsty, who reaches for her hand and squeezes it.
“I didn’t even want the horse statue, that wasn’t what was in the window that caught my eye. But it did give me an excuse to go in and try my luck at asking the gorgeous shop assistant out,” Kirsty says, mirroring the affectionate smile aimed at her.
“Do you still have the horse?” I ask.
“Of course. I figured it was lucky as she said yes. It’s brought me luck ever since.” She lifts their joined hands and kisses Alexa’s knuckles.
“That’s a beautiful story,” I say, and the conversation moves on with Simon telling a kitchen incident story. I only half listen as Gabriel starts drawing circles on my inner thigh with his fingers and it’s distracting. It’s also very arousing as he works his way higher.
“Gabriel.” I whisper a warning, my cock already semihard. He grazes his fingers across my bulge and it twitches. “Gabriel,” I warn again.
“I want you,” he murmurs against my neck.
“Yes,” I breathe and he stands abruptly, taking my hand and pulling me up too.
“Thanks, guys, this was great and we should do it again sometime, but we’re off.” He tugs me towards my cottage.
“You’re not going to go through the whole pretense of ‘I’m tired and we should really get to bed?’” I ask as he shuts the door behind us and pins me against it.
“They’re all adults, they wouldn’t buy it and I’m not tired.” His mouth is on mine, grasping and needy. I cup his arse and pull him to grind against me so I can feel how hard he is. I want to feel him, to taste him. I push him off me.
“Upstairs, now,” I command and he moves, taking the stairs two at a time with me close behind. Once in my bedroom I grab him, pulling his shirt up, wanting to see him naked.
“Tell me to stop at any point,” I say and he gives a low growl, which I take to mean that’s not going to happen but at least he knows he can. I start pulling my T-shirt over my head and he unbuttons my jeans. I pull them down and kick them off as he does the same, and within a minute we’re both naked and standing in front of each other. I want to take my time but I don’t think that’s possible looking at him—his broad chest, tight abs, strong thighs, and deliciously erect cock jutting out from a nest of blond hair. I step forward and push him backwards a couple of steps towards my bed.
“Sit.” He does as I say and I kneel in front of him. I lick his cock from base to tip before sucking the head into my mouth.
“Fuuuuck,” he moans, and I work my tongue round his glands before going deeper, taking more of him. He tangles his hands into my hair and I bob up and down, tonguing his slit one minuteand burying my nose into his hair with him hitting the back of my throat the next. My own dick aches so I reach for it, pumping it a few times to relieve some of the pressure. His fingers dig into my scalp.
“Charley, I’m gonna come if you carry on.”
I slowly withdraw and pop off the end. I glance up at him, and his eyes are dark with feral lust, like he’s barely holding it together. I want him to fuck me. I want him to lose it while he pounds into me. A part of my brain registers that this still needs to be on his terms.
“What would you like to do? I’m guessing you’ve topped before. Would you like to do that again? Would you like to fuck me, Gabby?” Okay, maybe that was a bit suggestive and leading but I can’t help it.
“Yes,” he croaks out.
“Good, because I want you to fuck me, Gabby. I want to feel your dick filling my arse.”
“God, it’s so hot when you talk like that, Charley. Tell me what to do, please.” His voice is needy and I find I like it.
“You’re gonna need to prep me so stand up,” I say and grab some lube. I climb onto the bed in front of him, handing him the tube, then I turn round and kneel in front of him. He reaches out and caresses my arse cheek and I lean into the touch.
“Coat your fingers with the lube, then open me up, one finger first and then a second,” I instruct, and hear the cap of the lube being popped. Although I was ready for it, the cold of the lube still makes me take a sharp intake of breath.
“Shit, did I hurt you?” His voice sounds concerned.
