Page 128 of Wrangled

His mouth was gentle at first, a brushing of lips against mine, whisper-soft on my cheeks, my forehead. But I didn’t want gentle. I wanted tofeel.

I grabbed his head and deepened the kiss, opening for him, and he responded with a hunger equal to mine. Our kisses intensified, the heat spiraling between us, and I knew it was the thrill of having the others so close by. Toby took off his hat, then mine, set them on the boulder, and then his hands were on my face and neck, pulling me in, devouring me, letting me know his need was white-hot too. Fingers fumbled as we undressed each other, shirts tossed to the ground, the sun warm on my bare skin, until all we wore were our boots, his hard dick pointing upward, pre-cum already descending in a thin glistening rod from his slit.

I glanced at mine, encased in its metal cage, and he chuckled. “I promised, didn’t I?” He picked up his jeans, reached into the pocket, and slid the key into the little gold padlock that secured it. He eased my soft dick from its constraints, and I shivered. Toby lowered his head as if to lick it, and I stopped him.

“No,” I begged. “Do that and I’ll come.”

He chuckled, his breath warm on the head. Then he straightened, cupped my face, and looked me in the eye. “Want you.”

He’d already said that, but what hit me was the tremor in his voice, the feeling this wasn’t Toby the Dom, but Toby the man, aroused, needing…

Lord, I needed him, too.

“You have me,” I whispered. Emboldened, I grabbed the blanket, laid it at his feet, sank to my knees, curled my hand around his thick cock, and took him into my mouth. He leaned against the boulder, his eyes closed, and my head bobbed, his shaft sliding in and out. He didn’t bother holding back, his hands on my head, as he pumped his hips, going deeper, faster, until saliva coated his dick,drippedfrom it, and all I wanted was to feel him inside me.

Toby

Dear God, thesightof him, swallowing my cock to the root, his eyes meeting mine, the longing in them…

A longing I recognized, the same longing that burned inside me right then.

This was a scene, remember? Fucking him within earshot of the camp?

That might have been the plan, but somewhere along the way it had developed into something else, a desire to feel his body against mine, to experience that intimate—

Connection.

For a moment, I didn’t know myself.

Get back on track.

I pulled free of his mouth, then hauled him to his feet and spun him around. “Hands on the rock. Bend over.” He braced himself, trembling, and I knelt behind him. I pried his cheeks apart and went to work with my tongue, licking, teasing, probing, until he was pushing back, his hand reaching for my head to keep me there, my face buried in his crack.

I drew back. “Hands—on the rock.” I delivered a slap to his ass, the sound loud and sharp, and I knew exactly what went through his mind. He obeyed, but the noises tumbling from his lips swelled in volume and number, and his body danced on my tongue.

Lord, I wanted in there.

I stretched out my hand for my jacket and fumbled in the pocket for the lube. Then I stood, my chest pressed against his back as I swiped slick fingers through his crease and over his pucker. “That’s all you’re getting. You’re loose enough.” I applied lube to my shaft, dropped the bottle onto the blanket, spread his cheeks, and slid right in in one hot glide.

“Oh fuck.” He shuddered, stilling as I leaned in to kiss his neck, his body so goddamn tight, wrapped around my dick. He turned his face toward me, and we kissed, his tongue seeking mine.

There was something about kissing him when I was so deep inside him that answered a need in me I’d had no idea even existed.

And there it was, that connection again, only this time, I went with it, chased it, wanting more.

“Now,” I whispered. I gripped his shoulders and powered in and out of him, my hips pistoning, my body slamming into his. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”

He pushed back, his asscheeks rippling as I smacked into them, his moans building with every thrust.

It wasn’t enough. I needed to be deeper.

I pulled free, and he groaned. I spread the blanket on the ground. “On your back, legs in the air.” He didn’t hesitate, and I got on my knees, aiming my dick at his hole and spearing into him, his boots resting on my shoulders, his gaze locked on mine. I propped myself up on my hands, my legs wide as I moved in and out of him.

“Mine,” I said, my hips rolling as I buried my shaft all the way inside him. My movements became jerkier as my thrusts multiplied, and I knew I was getting close. Robert kept his hands away from his thickening cock, as if the slightest touch would make him shoot, but also because I hadn’t told him he could touch it. I slowed to a crawl, leaning in to kiss him, our breath mingling.

“Your hole is so open right now. I can just slide in and out.”

He nodded, his lips parted, his breathing ragged.