Ranger - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,71

the wiry scratch of his body hair rough under my palms. I could happily lie here like this for the rest of eternity. Who needs food or water? Not me, that’s for sure.

God, I’m sappy when I’m in love, and I’m not the least bit sorry about that.

“You know, I was thinking. Since you told me about your first love last night, it’s only fair that I tell you about mine.”

Both Ranger’s eyebrows shoot up. “Oh? Does he happen to have a nipple piercing and devilishly good looks?”

“You are my forever love, but sadly, there was once another.” I sigh dramatically, drawing little circles on his skin with my thumb, as goose bumps pebble my arms.

“Do tell.”

“I was eight, and I looked forward to it every week—the man in the khaki shorts with the Australian accent wrestling crocodiles and teaching viewers like me all about wildlife and conservation.”

“Uh, Steve Irwin?” He’s clearly not sold on the appeal of the man.

“Yes. I know he was a little goofy looking and definitely too old for me, but I loved him nonetheless.” I pretend to swoon, making Ranger laugh. His body jostles against mine from the sound. I laugh along with him, spurred on when he playfully tickles me.

Somewhere in the midst of the laughter, our mouths collide, our lips sliding slowly over each other. The kiss is like all the best parts of a lazy Sunday morning, warm and syrupy. We rock in sync, my cock bumping against his, groaning into each other’s mouths when we press our erections fully together.

Ranger drags his fingers through my hair while I trail my hands up to his chest, teasing his peaked nipples with my thumbs and drawing another rich, desperate sound from him.

“You know what I love about sex with you?” he murmurs against my lips.

“Hopefully everything.” I nip at his bottom lip and thrust my cock against his again. A flare of heat burns in the pit of my stomach, searing me from the inside out. My balls tighten, and my cock leaks.

“Without a doubt.” He kisses along my chin, grazing my skin gently with his teeth. “But I really love how it’s not always about getting straight to the main event. Like, when you fingered me and then jerked off. I feel stupid saying it, but I never knew something that was real sex could be so good.”

“Penetration doesn’t equal real sex.” I think I’ve done a good job of proving that point since we first started fooling around. I like anal as much as the next person, but it’s not the end all be all.

“I know. That’s what I’m saying. This”—he thrusts against me, sucking a spot on my neck until I’m sure he’s left a bruise—“this is incredible. It’s everything.”

“Well, it’s not everything. For example, if you roll over, I’ll happily show you what my tongue can do.” I waggle my eyebrows.

He presses one more kiss to my lips, then turns onto his stomach. The eager smile on his lips before he buries his face in the pillow speaks volumes. I throw the covers out of the way and straddle him from behind, the same way I did the day I gave him the massage. Things are an entire world of different now, neither of us tentative with each other, and Ranger very much not a virgin anymore.

I knead his shoulders a little before leaning forward and pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades. I slot my cock between his ass cheeks, and he arches against me. Okay, so there’s one thing he hasn’t experienced yet, but if he wants to, I’m more than game.

I kiss my way down his back, leaving a trail of kisses along his spine. I grab his cheeks in my hands, massaging them as I work my way down. Ranger gasps and cants his hips. I dip my tongue into each of the dimples at the base of his spine and then playfully bite his butt cheek. He wiggles, and I kiss the spot all better before continuing my journey.

He tilts his hips up, spreading his legs wider when I part his cheeks, inviting me to drag my tongue over his tight pucker. I tease his hole with the tip of my tongue and then a long, wet lick with the flat of it.

Ranger lets out a muffled moan into the pillow, his hole twitching against my tongue as I lick him again, lapping at him over and over until he’s panting and groaning, thrusting