Page 23 of Dust and Desire (Sagebrush Cowboys #5)

Dustin

A lex and I were locked together at the lips as we crashed back into the tiny house. Water streamed down our clothes, puddling on the floor. I pulled myself away, kneeling down in front of him.

“Boots,” I said simply, holding out my hands.

Alex smiled, lifting his foot. I pushed his pant leg up, exposing the brown leather.

With delicate and reverent movements, I slowly removed his cowboy boots, then his socks, tossing them aside.

My hands reached up his thighs, gripping the denim as I pulled his button open and unzipped his fly.

The rain-soaked denim clung to his skin, resisting my efforts.

I tugged harder, dragging the jeans down his muscular thighs until they pooled at his ankles.

Alex stepped out of them, his hand coming to rest in my wet hair.

“You’re beautiful like this,” he murmured, tracing my jawline with his thumb.

I looked up at him through my lashes, water still dripping from my hair onto my face.

His black boxer briefs did little to hide his growing arousal, the outline pressing insistently against the wet fabric.

I leaned forward, pressing my mouth against the bulge, feeling it twitch beneath my lips as I exhaled hot breath through the damp cotton.

“Jesus, Dustin,” he groaned, fingers tightening in my hair.

My hands slid up his thighs, feeling the muscles tense beneath my touch. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and slowly peeled them down, revealing him inch by inch. His cock sprang free, already hard and eager, the silver frenum piercing catching the dim light.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” I confessed, my voice rough with desire as I wrapped my hand around his length. “About you coming home to me.”

Alex’s breath hitched as I stroked him slowly, my thumb brushing over the piercing on the underside of his shaft. “Is that right?” he asked, his voice strained. “And what exactly were you thinking about?”

Instead of answering, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, savoring his sharp intake of breath. The metal of his piercing was cool against my tongue, contrasting with the heat of him. I worked him deeper, taking my time, showing him exactly what I’d been thinking about.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips jerking forward slightly. “Your mouth, Dustin... so fucking good.”

Water continued to drip from our bodies, creating small puddles on the floor. The storm outside intensified, rain lashing against the windows, but it only added to the wild, primal feeling building between us. I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, loving the way he groaned my name like a prayer.

Without warning, Alex pulled back, his chest heaving. “Not like this,” he said, reaching down to pull me to my feet. “I want more. I want all of you.”

His hands pulled me to my feet and moved to my clothes, peeling away my soaked shirt, revealing my skin inch by inch.

His mouth followed his hands, kissing each newly exposed patch of flesh.

When he reached my jeans, he didn’t hesitate, working them open and dragging them down along with my underwear in one fluid motion.

We stood facing each other, both naked and dripping, our bodies illuminated by flashes of lightning through the windows. Alex’s eyes raked over me, hungry and possessive.

“Dinner’s on the table,” I said breathlessly, gesturing toward the takeout from Dolly’s Diner.

“Your ass is the only thing I want to eat right now,” Alex replied, not missing a beat.

I nodded, smiling before I could help myself. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

His words sent a shiver through me that had nothing to do with my rain-soaked skin. Alex stepped forward, closing the distance between us, his hands finding my hips with possessive certainty. The warmth of his palms against my cold skin made me gasp.

“You’ve been planning this,” he murmured, his voice dropping to that low register that always made my knees weak. His eyes, dark with desire, held mine as his hands slid around to cup my ass. “Haven’t you?”

I nodded, suddenly shy despite my boldness moments ago. “I wanted to be ready for you.”

A slow smile spread across his face as understanding dawned. “How ready exactly?”

Instead of answering, I took his hand and guided it between my cheeks. His fingers found the base of the silicone plug I’d worked into myself earlier, while waiting for him to come home. His sharp intake of breath was worth every minute I’d spent preparing.

“Christ, Dustin,” he breathed, giving the plug a gentle twist that made me whimper. “You’re full of surprises tonight.”

“I wanted—” My words cut off in a moan as he pulled slightly on the plug before pushing it back in. “I wanted to feel you. To know what it’s like. ”

Lightning flashed, illuminating the raw hunger in his expression. “You will,” he promised, his voice rough with need. “I’m going to make sure of it.”

In one fluid motion, he spun me around, pressing my chest against the wall. The cool surface against my heated skin made me gasp, but I had no time to adjust before his mouth was on my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot where my pulse hammered.

“I’ve been thinking about this too,” he confessed, his breath hot against my ear as his hand continued to play with the plug. “About how you’d feel around me, how you’d sound when I finally pushed inside you.”

His words sent liquid heat pooling in my belly. I pressed back against him, feeling his hard length against my lower back. “Then don’t make us wait any longer.”

His free hand tangled in my wet hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat. “Patience,” he murmured, nipping at my earlobe. “I want to savor this.”

Slowly, torturously, he began to work the plug out of me. I felt every inch as it slid free, leaving me empty and aching. Alex’s fingers immediately replaced it, two pushing inside where I was already slick and open.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. “You’re so ready for me.”

“I told you,” I gasped as his fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

He worked a third finger in, stretching me further, making sure I was prepared. The care he took, even in his obvious desperation, made my heart swell. This was a man who wanted me, who loved me, and who would never hurt me.

“Alex,” I moaned, pushing back against his hand. “Please. I need you… now .”

He withdrew his fingers slowly, leaving me empty and desperate. I heard the snap of the lube bottle opening, then the slick sounds of him coating himself. The anticipation was almost unbearable as I waited, palms flat against the wall, my cock throbbing and leaking between my legs.

“Turn around,” he commanded softly. “I want to see your face the first time.”

I obeyed, spinning to face him. His eyes were dark with desire, his chest heaving as he stroked himself, the metal piercing glinting with each movement.

Without warning, he hoisted me up, hands gripping my thighs as he pressed me against the wall.

I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively, feeling the blunt head of his cock pressing against my stretched hole.

“You sure?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I whispered, cupping his face in my hands. “Fuck me, Alex. I need it.”

With a groan that seemed torn from his very soul, he pushed forward, breaching me slowly. The stretch was intense, more than the plug had prepared me for, but not painful. Just... full. So incredibly full.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his forehead pressed against mine as he inched deeper. “You’re so tight.”

I clung to his shoulders, my body adjusting to the intrusion. When the metal of his piercing slid past my rim, I let out a startled cry of pleasure. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. It was far better than anything I’d ever been able to do with a dildo.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked immediately, freezing in place.

“God, no,” I breathed, my nails digging into his skin. “It’s... the piercing... it feels amazing.”

Relief washed over his features, followed by a wicked grin. “Just wait,” he promised, rolling his hips slightly to let me feel it again.

The movement sent sparks of pleasure racing up my spine. I tightened my legs around him, urging him deeper. He complied, pushing until he was fully seated inside me, our bodies flush against each other.

“Alex,” I whispered, overwhelmed by the feeling of completeness. “I love you.”

His eyes softened even as his grip on my thighs tightened. “I love you too,” he replied, voice rough with emotion. “So much.”

He began to move then, slow, measured thrusts that had me gasping with each drag of his piercing against my prostate.

The rain continued to pound against the windows, creating a wonderful backdrop to our lovemaking.

Lightning flashed, illuminating the sweat beginning to form on his brow despite our rain-chilled skin.

“You feel so good,” he murmured.

“So do you,” I gasped, clinging to him as he pressed me harder against the wall. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure radiating through my body, the metal of his piercing creating sensations I’d never imagined possible.

The storm outside seemed to match our intensity, thunder crashing just as Alex hit that perfect spot inside me.

My head fell back against the wall, exposing my throat, which he immediately claimed with his mouth.

His teeth grazed my pulse point, sending shivers down my spine that mingled with the pleasure building at my core.

“Harder,” I begged, surprising myself with my own desperation. “Please, Alex.”

He growled against my neck, his hands shifting to grip my ass as he complied, driving into me with renewed vigor. The new angle had his piercing dragging perfectly across my prostate with each thrust, and I couldn’t contain the broken cry that escaped my lips.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice rough and breathless. “Take every inch of my cock, beautiful.”

My fingers tangled in his damp hair, pulling him up for a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and need. Our bodies slid against each other, still slick from the rain, creating a delicious friction where my cock was trapped between us .

“I’m not going to last,” I admitted against his mouth, feeling the familiar tightening at the base of my spine. “You feel too good.”

“Then don’t,” he said, his eyes locking with mine, intense and loving. “Cum for me, Dustin. Show me how much you love my cock.”

His words, combined with a particularly deep thrust, pushed me right to the edge. I was teetering there, so close I could taste it, when Alex shifted his grip again, changing the angle just slightly. The movement had his piercing hitting me in exactly the right spot, and I was lost.

My orgasm crashed through me with an intensity that stole my breath.

I cried out his name, my body clenching around him as I painted both our stomachs with hot streaks.

The world narrowed to just this, Alex inside me, his arms around me, his name on my lips as pleasure coursed through every nerve ending.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he groaned, his rhythm faltering as my body squeezed him. “I’m gonna fill you?—”

His words cut off in a guttural moan as his own release claimed him. I felt him pulse inside me, filling me with his warmth as he buried his face in my neck. His entire body shuddered against mine, and I held him through it, whispering words of love and encouragement as he came.

For long moments afterward, we stayed like that, pressed against the wall, our breathing gradually slowing. I could feel his heart hammering against my chest, matching the frantic pace of my own. The rain continued to pour outside, but it seemed gentler now, as if the storm too had spent its fury.

“Are you okay?” Alex asked softly, his voice hoarse as he pressed gentle kisses to my throat. “I wasn’t too rough?”

I let out a breathless laugh, my fingers trailing through his damp hair. “You were perfect,” I assured him, feeling utterly boneless in his arms. “Better than perfect.”

He pulled back slightly to look at me, his brown eyes searching my face with tender concern. “Your first time shouldn’t be against a wall like some?—”

“Like some what?” I interrupted, cupping his jaw. “Like some romance smut come to life? Because that’s exactly what it felt like.”

A slow smile spread across his face. “Romance smut?”

Heat flooded my cheeks as I realized what I’d admitted. “I may have been writing some... inspired scenes lately.”

“Inspired by what?” he asked, though his grin suggested he already knew.

“By you, obviously,” I said, rolling my eyes even as my blush deepened. “By us. By everything I wanted to do with you.”

“And did reality live up to the fantasy?”

I tightened my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “It exceeded it in every possible way.”

He kissed me then, soft and sweet, so different from the desperate hunger of moments before.

When we broke apart, he carefully withdrew from me, both of us hissing at the loss of contact.

My legs felt unsteady as he set me down, and he kept his hands on my waist to steady me. His cum ran warmly down my thigh.

“Come on,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Let’s get cleaned up and then I’ll reheat that dinner you mentioned.”

“In a minute,” I said, not ready to break the spell of intimacy surrounding us. “I just want to hold you a little longer.”

He smiled, pulling me against his chest. I could feel his heartbeat beneath my palm, still elevated but gradually returning to normal. The storm outside was beginning to calm, the thunder moving farther away, but the rain continued its gentle percussion against the windows.

“I love you,” he whispered into my hair, and I felt the words settle into my bones like a blessing.

“I love you too,” I replied, meaning it with every fiber of my being. “So much it scares me sometimes.”

“Good scary or bad scary?”

I pulled back to meet his gaze. “The best kind of scary. The kind that means everything is about to change.”

His eyes softened, and he traced my cheekbone with his thumb. “ Everything already has changed, beautiful. The moment I met you, everything changed.”

The truth of his words hit me like a physical force. He was right of course. Nothing would ever be the same. I’d found something I hadn’t even known I was looking for, something that made all the pain and confusion of my past feel worth it.

And I was never going back.