Page 27 of Dust and Desire
“Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Tell me what you need.”
“I don’t know,” I panted. “I’ve never done this before. Just… Just touch me.”
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his brown eyes dark with want. “I’m going to take care of you,” he promised, his hands moving to the hem of my t-shirt. “Can you trust me?”
I nodded, unable to form words as he slowly lifted my shirt over my head. The cool air hit my chest, making me shiver, but Alex’s warm hands were there immediately, palms flat against my skin, mapping the planes of my torso with reverent touches.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, and I felt heat flood my cheeks at the compliment. No one had ever called me beautiful before. Handsome, maybe, but never beautiful.
His fingers traced the line of hair that led from my chest down to the waistband of my jeans, and I sucked in a sharp breath. My cock was straining against the denim, so hard it was almost painful.
“Can I?” he asked, his fingers hovering at my belt buckle.
I nodded frantically, beyond speech. He made quick work of my belt and the button of my jeans, then slowly, torturously, pulled down the zipper. The sound seemed impossibly loud in the quiet cabin.
When he pushed my jeans down over my hips, I nearly sobbed with relief. My cock sprang free, already leaking and desperate for attention. Alex’s eyes darkened even further as he took in the sight of me, dick to the wind and wanting.
“Goddamn,” he breathed, wrapping his hand around me.
The sensation of another man’s hand on my cock for the first time made my knees buckle. I would have fallen if Alex hadn’t been holding me up, his free arm wrapped around my waist.
“Easy,” he soothed, his thumb swiping across the head of my dick, spreading the pre-cum there. “I’ve got you.”
I bit my lip to stifle a moan, but it escaped anyway, raw and needy. Alex’s touch was everything I’d imagined and more… firm but gentle, and confident in a way that made me realize just how much I’d been missing.
“Where?” I managed to gasp out.
“Let’s go to your bed,” he grinned, pulling me toward the back of the cabin.
He released me long enough for me to kick off my boots and my jeans completely, then swept me up in his arms like I weighed nothing. The display of strength made my cock twitch, and I buried my face in his neck, breathing in his scent.
He laid me down on my bed with surprising gentleness, then stepped back to strip off his own clothes. I watched, mesmerized, as he revealed inch after inch of tanned, muscled skin. He pulled off his hat first, setting reverently on the side table. His cowboy boots went next, with a little less care. Flannel and denim were stripped quickly. And when he finally pushed down his jeans and boxers, freeing his own impressive erection, I actually whimpered.
“My god…” I whispered, reaching for him. “You’re perfect.”
He smiled down at me, taking a step forward so his cock slotted into my palm perfectly. I stared at his length, feeling the heat against my skin as he pulsed in my hand. He was thicker than me, but not quite a long, with a big vein down the top of his shaft. However, he had something I wasn’t expecting.
“Oh my god…” I whispered, feeling the warm metal barbel on the underside of his cockhead. I’d heard of a frenum piercing before, but I’d never actually seen one. “Didn’t that hurt?”
“Like a motherfucker,” Alex grinned down at me. “But now it’s so sensitive…” He ground his cock against my palm, letting out a small groan. “And the boys love it.”
My hand trembled as I explored the piercing, mesmerized by the way Alex’s breath hitched when I ran my thumb over the metal. The thought of that bar sliding inside me sent a rush of heat through my entire body.
“Does it feel good?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Like… inside?”
“So good,” he groaned, his eyes half-lidded as he watched me touch him. “But we don’t have to go that far tonight, so don’t worry.”
With that, he joined me on the bed, his weight dipping the mattress as he moved over me. The feeling of his naked body against mine was overwhelming. All that warm skin, the roughness of his chest hair against my smoother torso, and the press of his cock alongside mine… it was incredible. I’d fantasized about this moment for so long, but nothing had prepared me for the reality.
“Alex,” I gasped as he began kissing down my neck, my collarbone, my chest. Each press of his lips left a trail of fire in its wake.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” he murmured against my skin. “Those blue eyes of yours... they haunt me.”
His mouth found my nipple, and I arched off the bed with a strangled cry. I’d never known they could be so sensitive, but under Alex’s skilled tongue, my entire body lit up with pleasure.
“Oh god,” I panted, threading my fingers through his short hair, holding him against me. “Please don’t stop.”
He chuckled, the vibration sending another jolt through me. “Wasn’t planning on it, beautiful.”
