Page 26 of Dust and Desire
I shifted closer, carefully, like approaching a skittish colt. “And what do you want, Dustin?”
His eyes met mine, blue depths swimming with uncertainty and desire. “I want to know what it feels like,” he whispered. “To kiss a man. To kiss you.”
My breath caught in my throat. “I’d be honored to be your first,” I said softly, reaching up to cup his cheek.
He leaned into my touch, eyes fluttering closed. I moved slowly, giving him time to pull away if he changed his mind. But he didn’t. Instead, he tilted his face toward mine, an invitation I couldn’t resist.
When our lips met, it was gentle. A mere whisper of contact, both of us testing and exploring. His lips were softer than I’d imagined, slightly chapped from the Texas sun. I felt him tense momentarily before melting into me, a small sound escaping his throat that sent heat coursing through my veins.
I kept the kiss light, letting him set the pace, but when his hand came up to grip my shoulder, fingers digging into the fabric of my shirt, something shifted. The kiss deepened, his lips parting beneath mine, and I tasted him, late night coffee and the sweet smokiness of barbecue.
His inexperience was evident in the hesitant way he moved, but there was an eagerness that made my head spin. When my tonguebrushed against his, he gasped, the sound so pure and surprised that I couldn’t help but smile against his mouth.
“You okay?” I murmured, pulling back just enough to see his face.
His eyes were wide, pupils dilated in the moonlight. “Yeah,” he breathed. “I don’t think I’ve ever been better.”
He hesitated again and instead of pushing him further, I just wrapped my arms around him, holding him against me. His head came to rest on my shoulder, his heart pounding so hard I could hear it through his chest.
We just sat there, warm against one another in the oncoming coolness of night. The crickets sang and the fireflies glowed over the grass. For one small moment, everything in my life felt perfect. And I hoped, more than anything, that Dustin felt the same.
Chapter 10
Dustin
Ifelt as if my boots hadn’t touched the ground for the past half hour. Alex had kissed me…actuallykissed me. It was my first from another man and I wasn’t sure I’d ever recover. My cock had been rock hard in my jeans since his lips had touched mine. I was glad it was dark because I didn’t want him to see my raging hard-on or the wet spot forming at the tip of my dick.
We walked back to my cabin in comfortable silence, the tension between us crackling like electricity in the night air. Every few steps, our hands would brush, sending jolts of awareness through my entire body. I was hyper-attuned to everything, the way Alex’s boots crunched on the gravel, the masculine scent of his cologne mixed with hay and leather, the heat radiating from his body in the cool evening air.
When we reached my porch, I fumbled with the keys, my hands shaking slightly. The simple act of unlocking my door felt monumental, like I was opening more than just the entrance to my cabin. Not that I needed to lock it, but old city habits died hard.
“I should probably head back,” Alex said softly, but he made nomove to leave. Instead, he stood close behind me, so close I could feel his breath on the back of my neck.
I turned around, key still clutched in my hand, and found myself trapped between the door and his body. My heart hammered so hard I was sure he could hear it.
“Don’t,” I whispered, the word escaping before I could stop it. “Don’t go.”
Something flashed in his brown eyes. Was it surprise? Desire? Maybe both? “Dustin...”
“I know what I’m asking,” I said, my voice barely audible. “I know I’m not ready for everything, but I... I don’t want you to go home.”
He reached up, cupping my face with both hands, his thumbs brushing across my cheekbones. “Are you sure? Because I’m not sure I can resist you once you let me in.”
“I’m sure,” I breathed, though my whole body was trembling.
I turned and unlocked the door, pulling him inside with me. The moment it closed behind us, Alex pressed me back against it, his body flush against mine. I could feel every inch of him, the solid wall of his chest, the strength in his arms, and God help me, the hard length of his erection pressing against my hip.
“You’re shakin’,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.
“I’m nervous,” I admitted, my hands fisting in his shirt.
“We can stop anytime,” he said, pulling back to look at me. “Just say the word.”
Instead of answering, I kissed him. This time there was nothing gentle about it. All the want and need I’d been suppressing for months poured out of me. I kissed him like I was drowning and he was air, desperate and hungry and completely overwhelmed by the sensations flooding through me.
Alex groaned against my mouth, his hands sliding down to grip my hips, pulling me harder against him. The friction made me gasp, breaking the kiss, and he took advantage, trailing his lips down my throat.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my head falling back against the door. “Alex...”
