Page 18 of Doubting Hearts

Chapter Six

RAIN

AT MY words, I saw Toby’s hands tremble as he reached for his phone and fiddled with it. Soon the music was playing again. He laid the mobile down on the trousers that were puddled in front of the haystack as the tinny sound continued playing. I put my hands on Toby’s hips, caressing them through the silk of his stripy boxers. His body shuddered.

“Rain,” he whispered. I could smell his arousal, the dark scent of sex and sweat, and his unique scent of sandalwood and cinnamon. I licked his bottom lip, trailing my tongue teasingly along his warm mouth. He started moving my hands, sliding his boxers down his legs. He was now totally nude, and I was struggling to control myself at the sight of this man in front of me.

He was beautiful. The long, lean lines of his torso, the fine golden hair on his chest, those full lips that looked as if they needed something between them, his strong, muscled legs, and that beautiful, proud cock jutting out—I had to have him. He was so responsive to my touch, and his closeness and his breathy pants were a total turn-on. His hands slid around my waist, and he moaned as I pushed my hips against his. His backside felt incredible in my hands, and I squeezed his cheeks tightly, then pulled them apart to run my fingers down his crease. He jumped as if I’d electrocuted him.

“You need to get naked,” he groaned. “This isn’t fair.” Toby unzipped my jeans, then crouched to pull them and my underwear down. As he came up, he ran his warm hands up my legs and then knelt in front of me, taking me in his mouth. My back arched with the sensation of his lips and tongue on my swollen cock as he lathered me with his spit. I moaned loudly and looked down, to find his eyes watching me as his tongue swirled around the head of my cock and he slid the tip of his tongue into my slit. If he kept this up much longer, I’d blow.

“Toby, come up here. I won’t last if you keep doing that, and I want to be inside you when I come.” He stood up and slid his tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself on his tongue and lips as he devoured my mouth with a hunger that made me weak. Our cocks strained against each other, both hardened shafts of steel, mine wanting so desperately to feel Toby’s tight warm muscles around it. I pushed him back onto the hay bale and watched as he stared up at me, his eyes unfocused and wide. Then he stood and jumped up onto the next bale.

“Follow me up higher,” he commanded. “And bring those trousers and shirts with you. We need the condoms and lube in the pocket, and we can spread the clothes on the hay to stop us getting grass spears up our arses.” The man had the cheek to smile wickedly. “There’s only one thing I want to feel up my arse tonight, and it definitely isn’t grass.” He gave a low chuckle and bounded up the hay bales like a long-limbed fox. I could tell he’d done this before. I bent down, gathered up all the clothing I could find in my arms, together with the phone, and started the rise to the summit.

It was a little more difficult negotiating the bales with stuff in my hands, and by the time I got up to the top, to see Toby splayed out delectably on the highest bale, I was a little out of breath. But that could also have been the sight of him lying wantonly, his legs raised already and his cock just raring to go. I needed to taste that very badly.

God, he is so bloody sexy.

“Scoot over,” I ordered, laying the clothes down. I made sure I took the lube and condom out of my jeans pocket first and laid them where I could access them easily. The phone still played that sexy song. Toby chuckled. “You bought some too? Good, I also have stuff in my trouser pocket. So we shouldn’t run out.”

I realized for the first time that I was fifteen feet off the ground. There wasn’t that much to see at this time of night, but it was incredibly peaceful. Toby scrambled to his feet and came up behind me, his front pressing against my back as he put his arms around my waist. His slick hardness pressed against my backside as he shifted against me deliberately. I closed my eyes and swallowed, drinking in the feel and scent of him.

“See?” he murmured softly in my ear as his teeth gently nibbled at my earlobe. “I told you this was special.”

“Have you ever done this with anyone before—fucked on top of a haystack?” A surge of jealousy ran through me. I wanted to be the first. Toby shook his head.

“No, Rain. I’ve never done this before. That’s why it’s special. Because it’s with you.”

I groaned, turning to find his mouth, thrusting my tongue in. He tasted so bloody good, wine and peppermint on his breath. I pushed him down onto his back on the pile of shirts and trousers that made up our blanket and knelt beside him, up by his shoulders. It was a decadent sixty- nine position that left him free to touch me where it counted too. Slowly, I tasted him from top to bottom, working my way down. The hard nubs of his nipples and the firm skin of his chest and abdomen tasted like warm sunshine. The fine hairs on his chest and belly tickled my lips.

I dipped my tongue in his belly button, hearing his sigh of pleasure.

He ran his hands through my hair and down my back, across my butt cheeks, causing me to shiver. My hair caressed his stomach, falling forward over my face, brushing his skin gently. His hand moved from my hair to my belly, stroking me, brushing my cock teasingly, already wet and swollen and aching for release. Toby’s hips were a work of art, lean and curved, the concave dip of his pelvis tantalizing and sexy. I ran my tongue over the curls in his groin and stroked him gently with my hand. He was uncut like me, with a foreskin like velvet as I nudged it with my tongue. His hands caressed my backside as I cupped his balls and rubbed his taint, my fingers just stopping short of his hole, although I’d be there soon enough. He gasped loudly, and I shuddered as his fingers caressed in between my butt cheeks, slow, tender movements that made the sensitive skin pucker and tingle.

“Hell, Toby. Keep doing that,” I whispered huskily. “Your fingers there feel so good.”

“Rain, I really feel—oh God.” His words choked to a halt as I took him deep in my mouth, right to the back of my throat, sucking and licking, my cheeks hollowing out with each movement. I loved his taste: sweat, musk, and salt, all mixed together in a heady cocktail. His hands pushed me down farther onto his cock as he moaned and writhed. I felt all powerful at being able to do this to him. If those people in the hotel could see their professional and cocky general manager now, they’d never believe it. I smiled at the thought and increased my efforts. His body strained as I worked him. His legs were trembling, his soft sighs arousing me to the point of madness, and I had no idea how I was holding myself in control.

The sweet sounds of the night ebbed and flowed like water licking at a shoreline. My focus was concentrated on giving the man in my mouth pleasure. His hands were on my backside, gripping the firm flesh, kneading it like a cat. I had a feeling I’d have bruises there tomorrow. Badges of passion I’d be glad to wear. His hands slid between my legs, finding my balls. He took them in his hands, rolling them between his fingers, squeezing gently, then harder as he became more and more aroused. I had a feeling he might actually stop the blood circulation if he squeezed any tighter, so I moved. As much as I loved him touching me like that, I had no desire to be rushed to the hospital in the throes of his climax to have my crushed sacs surgically repaired. I lifted my head as he groaned in protest at me, my mouth making a small popping sound as I released him, and shuffled down to kneel between his legs.

He watched me with eyes that were unfocused and a goofy expression on his face that just begged me to suck him again.

I obliged for a while longer, and I gave one final long suck, and felt his body tense.

“Oh God,” Toby whispered as his body pushed up toward me and he came, hot, thick semen squirting down my throat and flooding my mouth with his unique taste. I swallowed it, wiping away the dribbles. Moving up to him, seeing the glazed look in his eyes and the relaxed softness of his face, I thrust my sticky fingers into his waiting mouth. He sucked them greedily, his eyes never leaving mine. His tongue darted on the tips of my fingers as he licked them clean. My groin was close to bursting.

“I want to see your face when I’m inside you, if that’s okay?” I murmured. He looked up at me and nodded as he released my fingers from his hot, greedy mouth. I reached over and picked up the lube, took off the top, and squirted the fruity smelling gel onto my fingers. He chuckled, a low, husky sound.

“Pineapple, Rain? Honestly? You’re going to fuck me with pineapple-scented lube? That gives new meaning to the phrase ‘having a pineapple up your arse.’” He snorted in amusement, and I leaned over, muffling his laughter with a kiss. Toby was incredibly expert with his mouth, moving it in ways I’d never experienced before, almost devouring me with the fullness of his lips and the slickness of his tongue. He was a wonderful kisser.

He tensed slightly as I pushed a lube-coated finger into him. His mouth left mine, and he drew back with a hiss.

“Are you okay with this?” I watched his face, looking for signs of resistance. He sighed, shaking his head. “I’m fine. It’s just been a while since I did this. I’m a little out of practice.” He smiled at me softly. “I trust you.”

Kissing him gently, I rolled my finger around, inserting another digit inside him, widening him and going that little bit deeper. He sucked in a breath, and his thighs tensed. I did it for a while, enjoying his deep breaths and the small gasps that escaped his mouth. Finally, I found the spot I wanted, the small gland that I knew would make him feel good, and I pressed it. He yowled loudly, and I giggled. I don’t think I’ve giggled since I was a kid.

“Christ, Toby, shut up,” I said as he panted. “You’ll scare the bloody animals to death.” I pressed that sensitive spot again, and he melted in my arms. He stared at me, his eyes glazed, completely in the zone. I thought he was ready. God knows I was. How I hadn’t come by now I’d never know. It was taking all my self-control to pace myself. I took the condom packet, splitting it open, and rolled the condom over my very anxious and eagerly awaiting cock.