Page 15 of Big Rucking Disaster (Rucked by You #8)

Chapter Thirteen

Yardley

W aking up in Johnnie’s arms for the second time in a week was pretty damn sweet.

Both of us being naked was even sweeter.

He pressed his cock against my ass. “You awake?”

“Yep.”

“Finally.” He sighed. “Like, can we do something about this?” He pressed closer. Then he reached around and snagged my morning wood. “And this?”

I chuckled. “Keep that up and it’ll be over in no time.”

“Yeah? I thought you older guys were, uh, slower to react.”

“Hey.” I laughed. “I get it up just fine. Refractory period’s longer.”

“The what?”

“Time between going off and being able to go again.”

“Ah.” He rubbed his stubbled chin against my shoulder blade. “I probably knew that, but all this sex talk has me horny.”

I almost made a joke about him always being horny. Except that just wasn’t true. Despite his reputation, I’d seen him put so many other important, and unimportant, things before sex. I pressed my ass back against him. “You up for this?”

“Yep.” Said with enthusiasm and pep.

“You think about how you want it?”

He stilled. “For this first time?”

“Yep.” Repeating his word.

“Can I, uh, make love to you? I want to try it the other way—oh God, I really do—but I haven’t, uh, and uh…”

I loved both his inarticulateness as well as the fact he’d never done anal before. That brought a specialness to this. An intimacy I had only dreamed of. “I’d love for you to make love to me.” Instead of saying fucking…because I want more from you .

“Cool.” He kept a firm grasp on me. “So, how does this work?”

I smiled to myself. “Uh, you stick your cock—”

He squeezed my cock.

I yelped. Then chuckled. “There’s lube, condoms, and all that stuff involved.”

He snorted. “I know that. I need to get tested. Repeatedly. I might’ve been faithful, but I’m not convinced she was.”

Ouch.

“I meant…positions.” He cleared his throat.

He’s probably blushing. So cute.

We were still shrouded in darkness with just a bit of morning light poking through the blinds. “Are you comfortable facing me?”

“Uh…yeah…”

“Then I either lie on my back or I ride you.” I bit my lower lip, waiting for his reaction.

“I can look in your eyes? See how you’re doing?”

“Yes.”

“Then I choose that option.” He pressed another kiss to my shoulder. “But I gotta piss, and I really want to brush my teeth. For our first time.”

Our first time . God, I liked the sound of that. “I’ll do the same.”

He leapt out of bed while I did a roll and landed with my feet on the floor.

Going to bed naked—and inviting him to join me naked—had been a risk.

But our relationship had reached that level of intimacy.

Sure, we could’ve fucked our way through the week.

Waiting, though, sweetened everything. We’d had glances and innuendo, but no actual contact.

Almost to see if what we had was real or not.

I shuffled to the bathroom, pissed, and brushed my teeth. Coffee might not taste so good when I drank it later, but I didn’t give a shit. I splashed cold water on my face, noted the couple of silver whiskers, pushed that thought aside, and headed to the bedroom.

To find Johnnie on the bed rolling a condom on his length.

“Eager?”

He grinned. “I got hard as soon as I came in. I sniffed your pillow and wow, instant boner.”

I laughed. “Yeah, okay. Can’t say I’ve ever tried that one.

” My cock responded to seeing the beautiful man on display.

He really was stunning, with his blond hair cascading around his cheeks, over his shoulders, and even partway down his back.

I’d asked about the choice, and he said he loved having his hair pulled. All the time—not just during sex.

Fully intending to take him up on that thinly veiled request, I headed to the bed. “So, on my back?”

His blue eyes lit in the dim light. “Yes, please.”

I managed to position myself. I wasn’t ripped like him, but I was in decent shape for a man my age. You’re not over the hill yet. Right. A quick reminder.

He held the bottle of lube. “So…” He chuckled, but it came out a little forced. “Isaiah says Travis likes it when he preps him. When Isaiah preps Travis,” he clarified.

I’d understood.

“So, do you like…?”

“Well, since it’s been oh, about a dozen years, I can say either would be—”

“You’re okay with it?”

“Yeah.” I caressed his cheek. “I trust you. But some guys find it—”

“Not me.” His eyes grew flinty. “I’ve spent a week doing research. I’m so fucking curious about prostates. So, I want to find yours, and then I want you to find mine.”

“I can do that.” I tried to hold in the grin.

He arched an eyebrow.

I laughed.

His expression morphed from mock outrage to genuine happiness in an instant. All it took, apparently, was the promise of prostate explorations.

I lay back, spread my legs, and tucked my very erect cock and my balls out of the way.

“Oh, wow. Just…wow.” He ran his hands up and down my inner thighs.

After trying to hold back the reaction, I shivered. I’d spent the week longing for his touch. Now I had it, it nearly overwhelmed me. “Have at it.”

“I intend to.” He coated his fingers with lube and then touched my rim—gentle and soft.

Truthfully, I was okay with him taking it easy for our first time. No sense rushing things.

Slowly, he inserted one finger.

I grinned.

After poking it around for a bit, he added a second.

I nodded.

As he held my gaze, he started rotating them. Scissoring me open. Searching…

He brushed my soft, spongy spot, and I gasped, which caused him to still.

“No, that was a good reaction. Keep going.” Prostate play was always tricky because I was so damn sensitive.

I didn’t want to go off too soon and, after all, it’d been twelve years.

I’d played with myself a few times, to be sure, but my focus was always on Nicholas and his pleasure.

I was a fool, and I’m not going to think about it anymore.

“This feels good?” Johnnie cocked his head.

“It feels fucking amazing.”

He grinned. “My turn soon.”

“Yep. Today. Tomorrow. Whenever you’re ready.” Which implied we’d be repeating this over and over—which was fine with me.

“I need to be inside you.”

“Then add some lube to your cock, and let’s get this show on the road.” I grinned. “I can’t wait.”

“A dozen years, eh?”

“Yep.”

“I only hope I can make it good for you.”

“I’m not worried.” And I wasn’t. If he happened to go too rough, I’d manage. Ask him to back off. If he didn’t go hard enough, I’d coax him into more vigor. The point was we’d do this together.

As I hoped we’d always be.