Page 16 of Baker
“You want to fuck?” he asked as his fingers found the snaps on my coat. One, two, three, and four. He pushed open the coat as I wriggled under him, desperate for months of pent-up release.
“Yeah, yeah, I want you to fuck me,” I huffed while he slipped cold fingers under my flannel shirt. He leaned up, just a bit, enough to press his erection into me. My eyes rolled back in my head as he began to grind against me like the most talented of strippers. He skimmed his fingers up over my chest to find and then pinch my nipples. My spine arched as he rolled the sensitive nubs roughly, his eyes on me the whole time.
“You are so damn rugged,” he growled, levering himself up to get more weight into the pressure on my groin. My balls drew up.
“Slow…I’m…shit…I’m too close.” He eased back but continued to pluck my nipples. Then he bared them with a rough shove of my shirt and took one between his lips. “Fuck, fuck, stop…”
He gave the nub one hard suck, then rolled off, leaving me winded, splayed out, and unable to think clearly. I rolled my head to look at him pawing madly in his big backpack. He gave me a sultry look over one shoulder.
“Get naked, then get on your hands and knees,” he ordered, and I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough. My boots gave me some trouble, but I yanked one off, then the other, whipping them aside in a frenzy, uncaring where they went. When the cool air hit my overheated skin, I felt a wave of uncertainty. My gaze traveled to Hanley who was kneeling on a small knit blanket of darkest blue, his gaze locked on my straining cock. One hand held a condom and the other a packet of lube. “You are so fucking hot. Now, get on your knees and get that little ass into the air. I haven’t had breakfast yet and I am fuckingstarving.”
Holy hell. I’d never been a buffet before. I rolled around, hands pressing into the sleeping bag, knees spread, ass in the air, and held my breath. It had been years since I’d been with a man. Hell, with anyone, but yeah, bottoming had not taken place since The White Stripes were popular. This was going to sting. Bring it on. I’d ride home with my ass on fire and that was just fine.I felt him shuffling around behind me, the brush of hairy leg on hairy leg, the tickle of a lone finger moving ever-so-gently over my lower back. When that finger slid between my ass cheeks, I sucked in a shaky breath, exhaling loudly when it found my pucker.
“Oh shit,” I ground out as he played with the edges of my hole. “Shit…fuck.”
“Not yet,” he replied, his breath hot and moist on my hole before he licked a wet stripe from my balls over my taint to my asshole. My muscles contracted. My toes and fingers curled as he poked at my opening with the tip of his tongue while capturing my balls. I leaned back. A low grumble of appreciation met that move, so I began rocking up and back, touching my head to the tiny green pillow resting next to a worn paperback.
“Stop.” He grabbed my hips. I whined. He buried his face between my cheeks and feasted like the hungry man he had just claimed to be. He ate me so long and so well, I was reduced to a blathering fool. His teeth nibbled at my left cheek as he fondled my balls. My cock was so hard it ached, but he had not touched it once. “You are delicious.”
Words fell out of me. Not sure what. Penguins? Taco Tuesday? Who the fuck knows or cares. All I cared about was his dick sinking into my ass. “Such a pretty ass.”
“Stop admiring it and fuck it!” I barked. He chuckled softly before kissing his way from my balls to the nape of my neck, dropping little pecks to each knob of my spine.
“Pushy cowpokes turn me on,” he said, his voice thick and raspy as he placed the fat head of his prick at my hole and began to work himself in one agonizing inch at a time. The burn was intense despite his amazing rimming skills. “Breathe, Baker. That’s it. Perfect. God damn you aresotight.”
Christ he was thick. It took me a few tries to get him seated, but once he was in, he was all in, and it was glorious. It feltlike his cock was taking up all the room inside me, pushing my lungs aside to make breathing difficult. Maybe that was just my imagination, though. For when he eased out and slipped back in, I took him all and demanded more.
“Greedy bossy bottoms…are…my…kryptonite,” he panted as he picked up the pace. I threw my head back as he pounded me, watching a chipmunk scurry around the little clearing picking up bits of granola bar. I could just see Prissy’s fetlocks as she waited for me to finish getting fucked into next year. To hell with next week or next month. Hanley was dicking me into a new calendar year. My fingers dug into his sleeping bag as he slipped an arm around me, placing a palm on my right pec, and then jerking me up to kneel. His cock never stopped pumping. His fingers curled around my dick as his teeth bit down gently on my shoulder. He sucked hard as he jerked me off. There was no time to yell out a warning or move off his sleeping bag. Ropes of cum flew out of me as my head fell back to rest on his shoulder. His hips pistoned me through wave after wave of bliss, spunk coating his hand now. He drove in hard one final time, stealing my breath, before his cock pulsed and filled the condom.
My knees went out from under me, dropping me to the sleeping bag and the hard ground under it, with a grunt. Hanley rode me down, his prick nestled nice and hot inside me. My nose met the soft flannel of his bedroll, filling my head with his smell. I took it deep into my lungs as he rocked forward, grabbing an extra inch of depth that made me moan.
“Jesus is a biscuit,” he breathed into the nape of my neck, then gave me a soft bite like a tomcat mating a queen and held it as his balls emptied. My ass clenched around him. The sting of his teeth on my skin made me shudder.
“Good lord,” I groaned as he suckled what was surely going to be a mark on the back of my neck. To be honest with his dickfilling me so perfectly, I didn’t give two shits about a bruise. He could mark me all over if he took me to heaven again.
“Mm, we’re both feeling the glory,” he said after giving the wet spot on my neck a soft kiss. “Oh hey, uhm. We’re being watched.”
My nose left the sleeping bag in a hurry. My sight touched on Prissy’s. Big brown eyes stared hard at me, her ears twitching in mild concern. “She probably thought that mountain lion was back and eating you by the sounds you were making.”
I couldn’t really counter with something acerbic. I did tend to get loud when being plowed like a spring clover field.
“I’m fine, girl. Stop staring at us,” I said, my throat a touch strained. Guess I had been caterwauling after all. She snorted, probably to clear her nose of the smell of sex, and lifted her head to paw at the ground. Such an impatient beast.
“You okay?” He eased out of me, gently, and collapsed down on the bedroll, his softening cock still wrapped in latex, and glanced over at me. My brow fell back to his sleeping bag as I eased to the side, my ass twinging at each move. The ride home was going to be pleasant. Not.
“Yeah, good. I’m really good.” No point in lying. “That was one hell of a fuck.”
He grinned. “Thank you. I do my best for my bottoms.” He gave me a cheeky wink. “This was fun. Want to do it again?”
I eased up to rest on my elbow. His hair was damp with sweat. His chest still rising and falling rapidly. He was sinfully gorgeous.
“Yeah, I think I might.”
“Nice.” He flashed me a toothy smile, then reached up, fingers cupping the back of my neck right where he had left a tender mark. He pulled my lips to his and delved as deeply into my mouth as he had my ass. I licked and sucked on his tongue for ages. When the kiss ended, his gaze held mine for a long, sweetmoment. “I’ll probably be here for a few more days. Feel free to ride on up anytime, cowboy.”
He gave my neck a squeeze and moved to his side. Sensing this unexpected rendezvous was now over, I lay there for a moment longer to enjoy the sight of his bare back and ass before rolling to my other side to find my clothes. Dressing was tricky. Arms and elbows kept knocking, but we eventually emerged from his tent looking like we had before we’d gotten our rocks off. Prissy gave me the biggest side-eye ever when I ran a hand down her neck.
“That woman is jealous,” Hanley joked as he walked up beside me, his hand coming to rest on my lower back. It was a possessive gesture, and I liked it. A lot. Prissy then tried to nip Hanley. He jumped back a few inches to avoid those big teeth.
