Page 80 of Dust and Desire
“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Alex murmured against my ear, his breath warm and promising.
I glanced around the gathering. Most people were focused on the fire or their conversations, the darkness beyond the flames providing perfect cover. “I think I might be.”
Alex stood, offering me his hand with that wicked grin I’d come to love. “Come on. I know a place.”
We slipped away from the bonfire, walking hand in hand across the dark prairie. The sounds of laughter and music faded behind us as Alex led me toward a small rise that overlooked the ranch. The stars above us were brilliant in the clear Texas sky, more stars than I’d ever seen during my years in the city.
“Here,” Alex said, stopping beside a cluster of mesquite trees that provided shelter from any prying eyes back at the bonfire.
I turned to face him, my heart already racing with anticipation. In the starlight, he looked almost ethereal, his face soft with desire and love. “You sure no one will see us?”
“Positive,” he whispered, pulling me close. “Besides, I want you too much to care.”
His lips found mine in the darkness, hungry and insistent. The taste of him, smoky from the bonfire and sweet from the beer he’d been drinking, made my head spin. His hands slid under my shirt, palms hot against my skin as they traced up my sides.
“God, I’ve been wanting to touch you all night,” he murmuredagainst my mouth, his fingers working at the buttons of my shirt. “Watching you laugh, seeing you in the firelight... you have no idea what you do to me.”
I gasped as his mouth moved to my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below my jaw. “I think I have some idea,” I breathed, pressing my hips against his, feeling his hard cock pressed against my thigh.
The night air was cool against my skin as Alex pushed my shirt off my shoulders, letting it fall to the ground beneath us. His hands were everywhere, mapping my body like he was committing it to memory all over again. When his thumbs brushed over my nipples, I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me.
“Shh,” he whispered, though his eyes were dark with arousal at the sound. “Unless you want the whole ranch to hear you.”
“Then stop making me feel so good,” I challenged, my hands already working at his belt buckle.
Alex chuckled, the sound low and dangerous in the darkness. “Never.”
We undressed each other with practiced urgency, clothes discarded in a messy pile on the grass. The night air raised goosebumps across my bare skin, but Alex’s hands and mouth chased away any chill. He pressed me back against one of the mesquite trees, the rough bark a stark contrast to the softness of his lips as they trailed down my chest.
“Alex,” I gasped as he dropped to his knees before me, his intentions clear in the hungry look he gave me. “We don’t have anything with us.”
He reached into his discarded jeans, pulling out a small packet of lube with a triumphant grin. “Speak for yourself, beautiful. I came prepared.”
The sight of him kneeling there, bathed in starlight and looking up at me with such desire, took my breath away. His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady against the tree as he took my cock into his mouth without warning. The wet heat of him engulfed me,drawing a strangled cry from my throat that I quickly muffled with my hand.
His tongue worked magic, swirling around my cockhead before taking me deeper. He sucked and licked until I couldn’t help the noises escaping my lips. My hand was fisted in his hair, guiding his movements as I fucked his face. Christ… I was never going to get enough of this.
His tongue dragged against the sensitive underside of my shaft as he worked, that familiar sensation that never failed to drive me wild. I looked down to see his brown eyes gazing up at me in the starlight, full of desire and something deeper. Love. Complete, unconditional love that still amazed me every single day.
“Fuck, Alex,” I whispered, trying to keep my voice low despite the pleasure coursing through me. “Your mouth feels incredible.”
He hummed around my cock, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. His hands gripped my ass, pulling me deeper into his throat until I could feel myself hitting the back of it. The man had no gag reflex, something I’d discovered early in our relationship and never stopped being grateful for.
But before I could get too lost in the sensation, he pulled off with an obscene pop, leaving me gasping and aching for more. “Turn around,” he commanded softly, his voice rough with want.
I complied immediately, pressing my palms against the rough bark of the mesquite tree. The position left me completely exposed to him, vulnerable in the best possible way. I heard the tear of the lube packet, then felt Alex’s slick fingers circling my entrance.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses along my spine as he worked one finger inside me. “Spread open for me under the stars and begging for my cock.”
“Fuck yes,” I agreed breathlessly, pushing back against his hand. “I’ll give myself to you anytime you want me.”
“Good boy,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
He added a second finger, then a third, stretching me with the patience and care that had become his trademark. Even when wewere desperate for each other like this, he never rushed, never took more than I was ready to give. It was one of the thousand reasons I loved him.
“Please,” I gasped when his fingers found my prostate, sending lightning through my entire body. “I need you inside me.”
“I know, beautiful,” he said, his free hand stroking up my back. “Just want to make sure you’re ready.”
