Page 47 of Next Season

“I’m not a cowboy,” he huffed, rubbing his hands together.

“That would be hot too. You could be wearing a hat and—tabarnak, your hand is an icicle!”

Riley snickered merrily. “Sorry. Let me try again. Hands free.”

We grinned like a couple of idiots, and then his mouth was on mine, and it was sweet and fun and life-affirming in all the best ways. As he lowered his head and swallowed me whole, I had a split second to marvel at how perfect this was—my version of perfect: slightly messy, slightly nonsensical, and more than a little complicated.

Like Riley.

9

RILEY

Jean-Claude knew too much about me. The real me. The stubborn, superstitious athlete grappling with a fading career and hoping for one last shot to make my mark. And the other real me who loved a dare and was easily persuaded to try kinky shit, like sucking my lover’s cock while perched on a lakeside boulder. I barely recognized this part of me, but I couldn’t deny that it turned me on.

I ignored the mega erection behind my zipper and put everything I had into giving the best BJ I could deliver to this incredible man who somehow managed to reveal me, layer by layer, like an onion. C’mon, wasn’t it obvious? I could claim I didn’t have any noteworthy sexual fantasies, but I was currently living every secret fantasy I’d never allowed myself to harbor.

Sex in public—okay, yes, but sex with a man…touching a man, sucking a man, getting fucked by a man—this was next level. And this man was every fantasy come to life.

Jean-Claude was big and powerful, full of life and laughter. I soaked up his energy like a sponge, feeling lighter and happier in his company than I had with anyone in years. Or maybe ever. What had started as a dare became something more as I bobbed my head over his lap, stroking Jean-Claude’s thick cock as I worked him over, twirling my tongue over his crown and licking his shaft like a lollipop before hoovering him again.

I wanted to please him. I wanted to be his fantasy. I wanted to give more than I cared about receiving. That was something, right?

Maybe this was part of my bisexual journey. Maybe the next question was…how far would I go? Yes, I already let him inside me, but would I let him come in me? Would he let me fuck him too? Did I want that?

Yes, no question. I wanted everything he’d give me. It was all so fucking good.

“So good, Riley,” he hummed as if he could read my mind.

I pressed my palm against my denim-clad dick for the tiniest bit of relief as I sucked and licked, jacking whatever part of him I couldn’t get in my mouth. I felt his cock pulse deep in my throat and yeah, I wanted that too.Give it to me.

His fingers were in my hair, tugging and pulling.

I sat up, disoriented and strung out. “Are you close?”

“Too close.”

“I was ready for it, but now I think you really have to fuck me.” I unbuckled my belt and undid my jeans.

Jean-Claude blinked. “Yes. Come with me,mon cher.”

Two minutes later, I was bent over the open hatch of his SUV. I’d taken a quick glance to be sure we were still hidden from view. He’d parked close to a huge rocky ledge and there were no streetlights in the vicinity, so unless a random passerby stumbled upon us with a flashlight, we were safe…ish.

There were probably park rangers and patrol cars to worry about but you know, with my ass out and my cheeks spread apart as per Jean-Claude’s instructions, I didn’t have the brain cells to worry about anything other than getting his dick in me.

I stroked myself as he lubed up his fingers and patiently stretched me open. He held a condom in silent question.Yay or nay?I shook my head and braced one hand on the hatch door. A moment later, he pressed his cock at my entrance and pushed his way inside.

He nuzzled my neck, his arms wrapped around me tight, and just…breathed. I must have been quite a sight, impaled on his cock with my jeans pooled at my ankles. I’d unzipped my jacket so he could reach my nipples. He knew I liked it when he tweaked them as he bit my shoulder, and whispered dirty promises about how hard and fast he was going to ride me.

And he didn’t disappoint. He bucked his hips double time, slamming into me over and over again. The frenetic pace was a wild contrast to our peaceful surroundings. The gentle roll of the lake current and the melodic hoot of a nearby owl and our carnal grunts as I met him thrust for thrust.

“More. Fuck, yes. That’s it,” I panted.

He dug his fingernails into my skin and licked my earlobe. “I’m going to come inside you. You want that?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me. Say it.”