careful in his moves, always signaling his intent by halting just a fraction, giving me time to mentally get ready…or to say no. Consent really is sexy, I’m telling you.
When he gently pushes against my chest, I get the hint, and we stumble backward and drop onto a pile of hay, Julian on top of me. Thank fuck I don’t have hay fever. The hay is rough against my bare skin, but it smells amazing, and who would’ve known a tumble in the hay would actually be hot? Then again, I suspect anything would be hot when it’s Julian kissing me.
His body covers mine everywhere, and I like it. I’ve never had a man on top of me, and it’s different. Harder, not the soft curves of a woman. And yet it doesn’t feel unfamiliar or strange at all. We fit like two pieces of a puzzle, our bodies all but melding together.
I knead his ass as we continue the kiss, stealing breaths from each other’s mouths as we chase and capture, pursue and surrender. The small sounds he makes in the back of his throat are encouraging, as is the unmistakable pressure of his hard dick against my body. Another new sensation for me, but it feels wonderfully right.
His jeans are tight, which makes his ass pop like you wouldn’t believe, but it does pose a challenge when I try to wriggle one hand under his waistband. The damn pants are so tight I only get three fingers in, and even if they’re long, it’s not nearly enough to touch as much of him as I want to.
Julian doesn’t break off the kiss but rolls to one side and, with his left hand, opens the button on his jeans and unzips it. I appreciate a man who can multitask.
“Mmm, better.” I sigh into his mouth and slip a hand under his underwear. His skin feels warm and smooth under my rough fingers, and I caress him almost reverently. He’s so…pretty. Beautiful. Gorgeous.
Not in any way like Alex, who was a tough soldier, his body as trained as mine, and nothing but solid muscles. Not that I ever got the chance to kiss him or even hold him, but he wouldn’t have felt the same. Julian is so much smaller and leaner, and even though I know he’s not fragile, he feels as if I can break him in two.
“You good?” Julian asks, and I blink. When did we stop kissing?
“Yeah. I was just…thinking of how pretty you are.”
His face breaks open in a wide smile. “Look at you, flirting like a pro.”
“Is it flirting if it’s the truth?”
He winks at me. “It is if you say it in that low, sexy voice of yours.”
“You like my voice?”
“Frack, yes. Have you heard yourself? Well, of course you have, but your own voice always sounds weird because it’s in your head. But trust me on this. You have an incredibly sexy voice, perfect for whispering dirty things in my ear.”
No one has ever made me feel the way he does. Hot. Wanted. Desirable, even with all my hang-ups and weaknesses—weaknesses he’s probably more aware of than anyone else. Like I’m worthy of his affection. “Dirty things? Like what?”
“Oh, I don’t know… You could tell me what you’re feeling or thinking right now that’s got you so hard…”
He grinds his hips down on my erection, and a low moan flies from my lips. God, that feels incredible.
“Or you could fantasize about what you’d like to do to me and describe it to me in detail. Splendid, sexy detail…”
I swallow. Pictures flood my brain of Julian riding me, his head thrown back and his face showing nothing but pleasure as my cock fills him to the max. His sweet lips wrapped around my cock, his eyes fixed on mine as he takes me deep into his mouth. Me jacking myself off and coming all over him. Marking his skin with my cum…
I swear I have no idea when I became that guy, the kind of man who gets all possessive and primitive.
“Ranger, we’ll do whatever you’re comfortable with.” His voice has lost its teasing tone. I’ve stayed silent too long. He must think he’s scaring me or going too fast.
I bring my lips close to his ear, then blow out a soft breath. He shivers. “I want to do everything to you…”
“God, yes, please. Whatever you want, I volunteer as tribute.”
Leave it to Julian to make me smile, even when I’m seconds away