Page 31 of Twister

Sure enough, when Marshall opened the drawer and rummaged around until he found the supplies, he picked up the still-sealed box and tossed it to me with a smirk. “I’m not going to ask how long it’s been.”

I scrambled at the plastic, desperate to get the damn box open. “Probably a wise idea.”

Gripping the bottle of lube, he climbed onto the bed and walked on his knees over to me before he clicked open the lid and doused his fingers. “Do you think you’ll have that open and one on by the time I finish prepping myself?”

The box went flying as I swallowed my tongue. “Urgh….”

“I’ll take that as a maybe, then.” He leaned over me to grab the box, letting his slick fingers teasingly graze my cock as he moved, smirking again when I groaned at the fleeting touch.

Fucking hell, this wasn’t going to last long.

After trying unsuccessfully to pick the box up with his lubed fingers, he nudged it back to me with his knuckles. “I’d say I’m sorry for making the box too slippery to open, but I’d be lying.”

Sure enough, the box was covered in lube. How I was going to open it now, I’d never know.

I whined at him when it became apparent how much more difficult he’d just made my job, as I couldn’t get a grip on the damn thing to tear the plastic open.

He just laughed, then moaned when he sank a finger into his ass, his head tipping back in pleasure.

I watched him for a moment as he plunged that finger back and forth, spreading the lube to where he wanted it.

When his hips started thrusting in response to his exploration, he added a second finger.

His jaw dropped as he panted from the effort of stretching himself open. “Oh God…. Feels so good….”

Brute force it was, then.

With one hand clenching one end of the box and the other hand gripping the other end, I twisted them in opposite directions, then pulled my clawed hands apart, not caring in the slightest if it would survive the way I was tearing into it.

As long as the condoms remained intact, I couldn’t care less about the box.

With a wrenching squeal, the plastic tore, and the box ripped open, the strips of condoms going flying.

“I’m up to three, Daniel,” Marshall said, panting heavily, his head still tipped back in ecstasy. “You’d better have that beautiful dick of yours wrapped because I’m about ready to ride….”

Fuck.

I snatched at the nearest condom, ripped the end of the wrapper apart, and swore violently when I rolled it down my straining length and nearly came.

I barely had my hands free when Marshall rolled his head forward, judged where I was in front of him, and swung a leg over my splayed ones so he could hover over my cock. He placed one hand on my sternum as he gently held my cock in place and notched it at his rim.

“Oh Christ.” My fingers dug into his thighs as he oh so slowly let himself drop, allowing gravity to do most of the work, lifting only when he needed to adjust the angle before sinking back down with a soft sigh.

Far too soon but not soon enough, I was fully inside him, encased in tight heat that had my eyes rolling back and my breath catching.

He leaned forward until his face hovered over mine, shifting the angle enough that he had to circle his hips to get me where he wanted me.

When he stilled entirely, I opened my eyes and stared into his magnificent sapphire-colored ones, lost in the absurd fact that this gorgeous man had decided that I was the one he wanted to fuck tonight.

How the hell had I gotten so lucky?

“Hi,” he murmured with a soft smile.

“Hi.”

“How are you holding up down there?”

My fingertips twitched against the soft skin of his thighs. “Fine,” I gritted out.

He smirked, knowing full well I was lying through my teeth and was ready to blow any second. Taking mercy on me, he slowly lifted himself, then dropped down again, making us both groan from pleasure.

And then he stilled again.

Whining, I let my hands wander up his sides until I could wrap one hand around his neck and draw him down to me. “I would be better if you moved,” I said before sealing his lips with mine.

He hummed and then took mercy on me, thank fuck , by lifting his hips once, then slamming down hard onto me and forcing a gasp out of both of us.

Once more, then again, gaining speed each time. On the fourth time, he jolted in my arms and pulled back from me enough to say, “Oh God, right there! Right fucking there!”

Locking his hands on my shoulders, he rose above me to get enough space to bounce on my cock, panting with every drop and crying out whenever I hit his prostate head-on.

All I could do was hold on for dear life as he used me for his pleasure.

And, oh, what pleasure it was.

I’d never had sex like this in my life. All my previous partners had preferred that I take the lead, so having Marshall take control like this was a heady experience. One that I wanted to experience again and again, for as long as he wanted me.

“You have no idea how fucking good you feel right now,” I panted as he continued to bounce and grind on top of me. “You’re so fucking tight, I can feel your heartbeat in my cock.”

With a huff of amusement, he leaned back to place his hands on my knees, stretching so my cock could get deeper inside him and glide over his prostate more frequently. “Yeah?”

“Mm….” Shifting with him, I locked my elbows so I could lift my upper body enough that I could thrust my hips up to meet each of his downward drives. “It’s beating so fast. As fast as mine is right now.”

“I’m so close….” His cock swung wildly with every movement, slapping against his stomach freely and leaving his skin covered in sticky patches of precum. “Tell me you’re close. Please….”

Christ, I’d been close since he’d taken his pants off. “What do you need?”

“Touch me….”

With absolute pleasure.

Leaning on my left elbow, I took hold of his cock with my right hand and shuttled my fist up and down his length, gathering his precum as I went to ease the way.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck …. Yes, yes, yes ….” His movements stuttered before he circled his hips. “Oh God…. Coming !” He slammed down onto me, grinding his pleasure as I continued to jack him through his release.

His hole strangled my cock with every pulse of cum that left him, and that was all I needed to finally tip me over the edge of my own orgasm. “Fuck!”

He was the first to come back down to earth, collapsing back and dislodging my spent cock from his still-twitching hole.

As soon as I had my wits again, I pulled him up to snuggle into my side, wrapping one arm around his shoulders to draw him as close as I could even as I struggled to remove the full condom with my other hand.

“I want to do that every night I’m here,” he murmured, already sounding half asleep with his arm draped over my waist. “Possibly every morning too.”

Giving up on the condom that was now halfway off, I pressed my lips to his forehead. “I would love nothing more, baby.”

He hummed happily before he let out a snuffling snore.

A sense of calming peace washed over me. With the way he was lying, I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, thumping steadily away.

It took me longer than it should have to realize that mine was matching his, but when it did, I smiled to myself.

Something told me I wasn’t going to want to give this up anytime soon.

I could only hope that he felt the same.

The wind had picked up again by the time we’d made our way out to the far paddock on the four-wheeler to check on the fence line the next morning.

Sometime during the night, several of the cattle had made their way from the paddock they were supposed to be in to one much further out.

Thankfully, the field they’d ended up didn’t have much they could destroy, but we needed to herd them back to where they were supposed to be.

We’d discovered a string of gates had been unlatched and left open, which the cows had taken full advantage of.

I suspected it was the local teens again, luring the cows away from the house so they could partake in some cow tipping or some other meaningless prank.

It was relatively harmless fun that small-town farming kids got up to during the summer months when they were bored out of their brains, so I wasn’t too alarmed.

I did, however, curse that they hadn’t bothered to relatch the gates behind them when they’d finished their fun.

At least they’d kept their focus to the internal fencing.

If they’d opened any of the boundary gates, I would’ve been fielding calls from the local sheriff's office demanding to know why I’d let my cows run amok.

Things could always have been worse.

We were busy checking on one particular cow that seemed to have a slight glittering shimmer to her forehead every time she shifted her head enough to catch the morning sun when Marshall’s phone rang.

“I think it’s Kajir,” he said, frowning at his cell before swiping to answer. “I really should have saved his details. Hello?”

Sure enough, Kajir’s terse voice echoed through his speakers, loud enough that he winced and pulled the phone away from his ear.

“I need you to come in and sign some fucking paperwork. Fucking bane of my fucking existence, I swear to fucking God.”

Kicking one boot up on the lowest rung of the fence in front of me, I chuckled before refocusing on the cow that was eyeing us warily from the other side as she slowly chewed, careful to keep one ear on the conversation.

Yup, that was definitely glitter on her snout.

“Um… sure?”

“Christ almighty, don’t sound so fucking confident. I’ll bust a nut.”

I couldn’t stop the burst of laughter at Marshall’s sputtering. Grinning, I turned toward him and motioned for the phone, which he handed over without a word. His cheeks were a glorious shade of red that reminded me of what we’d gotten up to last night, and I willed my semi down.

“Kajir,” I warned. “If this is your twisted way of flirting with my man, I’ll need to go medieval on your ass.”