Page 16 of Hard Ruck

That was as close to any kind of declaration either of us were going to get tonight. Talking about our feelings was like having teeth pulled. Worse. Acting on them on the other hand…

I brushed my lips over his, then lay with our foreheads touching for a few minutes. I didn’t know who kissed who next, but then we were tangling tongues and clashing teeth. His stubble was rough against mine, the sensation sending a jolt of heat straight to my balls.

His hand brushed past my rapidly stiffening cock. I moaned softly against his mouth.

“Fuck, Frost.” His fingers curled around me, stroking and exploring, tentative. He clearly never touched another man’s cock before. I was honoured mine was the first, like his was for me.

I let my hand wander slowly down his body, over his hard chest and scarred abs. Over the tangle of hair at the base of his stomach before gripping his thick, hard length.

Slowly, we kissed while pumping each other. Neither in any hurry to finish the other, not yet. This was careful, gentle, getting to know each other like we‘d never met. We might as well not have, because after this nothing would be the same between us. Did we risk ruining our friendship? We might, but neither of us seemed able to stop. Didn’t want to.

“I’m going to come,” Storm whispered.

“Me too,” I whispered back. “Come with me.”

He grunted. He preferred to give orders than take them, but his body had other ideas. He thrust harder into my hand, in rhythm with me, before we both orgasmed, cum squirting out of both our tips, and over each other’s cocks and stomachs.

We both lay still for a while, hands cradling each other while our breathing slowed.

“Frosty,” he said on an exhale. “I want more. Not just fucking.”

“I want more too,” I said. A lot more, but for now that was all we said.

I must have dozed off. When I woke again, the sun slanted through the curtains. Storm was rattling around in the kitchen making breakfast. By some miracle, Dallas actually managed to get his cock out of Chelsea.

“Is it wrinkly?” I teased.

He shot me a look before heading into the bathroom for a shower.

I grinned at Chelsea, who laughed and rolled over to face me. Storm had wiped the blood away, but the nicks on her neck stood out against her pale skin. Bruises dotted her body here and there, but she was smiling.

“Good morning, beautiful.” I stroked her cheek with the back of my hand. “Did you have a nice time?”

That made her smile. “I’m not sure if ‘nice’ is the word. I loved every minute of it though.”

My heart thumped harder in my chest. She was so fucking gorgeous she took my breath away. How could anyone not fall head over heels for this woman? I had, the moment we met. The better I got to know her, the more she became the centre of my existence. Her, now Storm.

“Me too,” I agreed. “It was like… Nothing I ever did before. We didn’t scare you, did we?” I didn’t like the idea of tossing her in the back of the car with her head covered, but it was part of the game. Part of the scenario she consented to. The one Storm concocted and we all acted out.

“Not once I knew it was you guys,” she said. “Then I could let go and let it happen.” The sigh that slipped from between her lips was pure contentment.

It was the second best sound I ever heard, after her coming. I doubted anything could ever top that. Although, Storm coming was amazing too.

She tipped her head back and glanced around. “Whose place is this?”

The small house wasn’t much, but it was private. We didn’t have to worry about neighbours making assumptions, and calls to the police. That would have been all sorts of awkward.

“It’s mine,” I admitted. “I like to come here sometimes, to be alone.” And daydream about bringing a woman here like this. Tying her up, or slipping her something so she couldn’t fight me if she wanted to. Until now, that was all it was, a daydream. I’d never bring a woman here against her will.

Had I been tempted? I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t. I had enough sense that I knew the consequences wouldn’t be worth a few hours of fun. That didn’t stop me from thinking about it. Fantasising while lying in bed at night, my hand around my cock.

“It’s cute,” she said. She pushed herself up on her elbow for a better look. One which only took a moment.

One bedroom, one bathroom and a kitchen visible through the doorway. A small lounge area off to one side. It was a tiny cottage for the twenty acres it sat on. I wouldn’t have been surprised if the previous owner was a serial killer. Who else would own a house surrounded by trees, kilometres from anywhere? Just a serial killer. And me.

“You’re cute,” I told her. I kissed the tip of her nose.

“So are you.” She kissed the tip of mine.

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