Page 121 of Kismet

We both laugh as we leave the room. Barreling down the stairs, I take his hand once we reach the bottom and lead him out the back door, which is through the kitchen. The sky is almost completely dark now, but I think I like it better this way. Once we get into the field, he looks over at me, his lip curled into a grin.

“What’s all this?” he asks, pointing to the wooden crate I have placed in the grass.

“Oh, that?” I reply, feigning innocence. “Figured we could, you know, set the mood. Make it feel like old times.” Bending down, I grab the blanket out of the crate, unfolding it and laying it on the ground. Next, I take out the two pillows I shoved in there, putting them on the blanket. “Come on. Shoes off.”

We both kick off our shoes in a hurry, stepping onto the blanket. Our bodies gravitate toward one another instantly. We find our way to our knees without ever breaking our lips apart. Reaching for the hem of my shirt, he pulls away only long enough to rip my shirt over my head, tossing it behind him. The air is suddenly thick with need and lust, and the only thing I care about right now is feeling his blazing hot skin against mine.

We waste no time kicking off the rest of our clothes, until we’re both completely naked. It’s August in Texas, so it’s a warm night with no breeze. As if instinctual, both of us reach for the other’s cock, stroking and teasing. His hand on me, sliding up and down my length, feels otherworldly. It’s been alongtwo months without him. A lot of nights spent with my hand, dying to feel his touch instead.

Our kisses are playful and sloppy. I’m living for them. He nips my bottom lip, causing me to gasp before running his tongue across it soothingly. Moving onto my neck, he nips and sucks his way along the left side until he reaches my ear, flicking his tongue out before pulling it between his teeth. As he’s doing this, I slap his hand away from my cock, taking us both in my hand—or trying to.

We end up lying down, with him on his back, and my body on top of his, as I continue to jack us off together. He brings our lips back together, tongue delving inside mine and tasting everywhere. The blunt tips of his fingernails dig into the flesh on my shoulders as he moans into my mouth. Both of us are spilling pre-cum, enough for my hand to slide up and down easily. I’m dying to taste him and take him in my mouth, so I slide down his body and do just that.

His hips buck up, and he gasps as I close my lips around him. His arousal is potent as it drips onto my tongue. He pulls himself up onto his elbows, and when I look up at him, he looks drunk on the sight of me worshiping his cock.

“Fuuuuck,look at me disappearing down your throat.” His head drops back. “Feels so fuckinggood.”

I bring my fingers to his lips while my mouth works his cock, and, like a good boy, he parts them, sucking the fingers into his mouth, twirling his tongue and getting them nice and wet. My cock aches, and I rut into the blanket as I bring my slick fingers to his hole. He immediately bears down on my hand and my finger slides in with no resistance. His channel is hot and tight, and I can’t wait to bury my cock in him.

“I’ve fucking missed you,” he moans. “Missed your fucking mouth.”

Smiling around his girth, I slip a second finger inside his ass, stretching him and getting him ready for me. He clenches around my fingers at the same time more pre-cum leaks onto my tongue. Bringing him pleasure will never get old. The blissed-out look he gets on his face, when his eyes droop and fight to stay open, his brows pinch together when he’s trying not to come too quick, and the way he always sucks that full, supple bottom lip between his teeth when he’s drowning in the sensations. It’s sexy as hell and so fucking addicting.

Being able to touch him and hold him whenever I want because we’ll be living together excites me more than anything. Knowing I’ll get to roll over every single morning and see his sun-kissed, sleepy face, or come home after a long day and snuggle with him on the couch… all of it is perfect. I’m the luckiest fucking man to have him as my own, and I plan to show him every single goddamn day.

“Stone…”

Taking him out of my mouth, I look up at him through my lashes. “What do you need, Bambi?”

“To fuck me. I need you to fuck me. Right fucking now.” His words are breathy, and his hair is a disheveled mess, like he’s been running his hands through it and tugging on the strands.

Throwing him a grin, I sit back on my haunches and reach for my discarded jeans. Digging into the pocket, I pull out the bottle of lube I stored in there, uncapping it and rubbing a generous amount onto my cock before doing the same with his hole. I stroke his dick a few times for good measure before lining myself up. As I drop down so my hands are on either side of his head, I stare into his deep, nearly black eyes.

“I love you,” I breathe before locking my lips with his and pushing inside. His hands fly to wrap around my back as he sighs into my mouth. His tongue tangles with mine as I inch my way in farther. By the time I’m fully seated, we’re both breathless and dazed.

“I love you,” he finally replies with so much conviction, and adoration in his eyes, it hits me right in the chest.

I don’t think there’s ever been a single moment since meeting Cash that my soul didn’t know we’d end up together. He came into my life like a wicked storm, unexpected and refusing to be ignored, and while my whole world fell apart, I’ve come to realize it needed to shatter in order to get us here.

I fuck him with long, languid strokes, making sure to hit his prostate on my way out. His chest rises and falls in rapid succession as he holds on to me like he never wants to let me go—arms wrapped tightly around my back, nails digging into the skin, and the heels of his feet digging into my ass as he urges me deeper. His moans are on a constant loop, my favorite melody.

We are chest to chest, connected in every way we possibly can be, but it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough with him. He moves his hands up to my face, cupping my cheeks, as I thrust into him. His eye contact is staggering, and I feel it everywhere. He sees me like nobody ever has.

Like always with him, the outside world completely vanishes. Time doesn’t exist. It’s just me and him, and this moment together. I wonder if sex with Cash will ever not feel this intense, like we might physically die if we don’t ravage each other. If my chest will ever not feel like it could explode from all the emotions swimming around.

I don’t think so, and I love it. I want to always feel this lust-drunk and sex crazed with him. I want it to always feel earth shattering and monumental. Sex before him was never like this. It’s cliche, but it’s also the truth. His body was made for mine, and it’s evident in the way we move together.

“God, Stone…” His eyes roll back before locking back on me. “I think I’m gonna come…”

In unison, we both look down and watch hisuntouchedcock pulse and explode thick, white spurts all over his chest. A deep-throated groan rumbles through him, vibrating me to my core.

“Holy fucking shit,” he exclaims, wide-eyed, peering back up at me. “That’sneverfucking happened before.”

A lazy grin slides onto my face as I sit up, wiping the beads of sweat off my forehead with my arm. Reaching down, I hold on to his thighs, starting to pound into him with fervor. His eyes roll back once more as he holds back his thighs with his hands. His jaw hangs slack, heading falling back, and when I reach up and tweak his nipple between my fingers, he cries out and his dick starts to swell again.

“Think you can give me one more, Bambi?” I ask, wrapping a hand around his spent cock. “Can you be a good fucking boy and come for me again?”

He shakes his head, wetting his lips with his tongue. “No… I’ve never been able to do it twice in a row.”

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