“This way.” He slipped free of me, but grabbed my hand to lead the way.
Later, I’d notice the pictures on the wall, the homey feel of the layout, the simple decor, but then all my focus was on Colten’s ass in front of me. What did he have in mind once we got to the bed? Many scenarios ran through my mind, each more tantalizing than the last.
He pulled me through a doorway, the master bedroom. I didn’t waste any time. I spun him toward me and gently pushed him backward. He complied, easily sinking onto the edge of the bed. I stayed standing, but leaned down to kiss him again.
His hands went to my hair, fingers threading through my strands lazily. I imagined this was the way he’d pet his big dog, Rex.
I laughed against his mouth.
“What’s so funny?” he asked. He used the opportunity of our broken kiss to shimmy up on the bed properly.
I followed and straddled his hips.
“Just thinking about how you pet like I’m an animal.”
He grinned. “Is that what you think?” Before I could answer, his hands reached up to touch my chest. The heat of his palms penetrated my shirt. Then they began to descend. He traced my stomach, then my hips, and finally nudged at the erection still hidden in my pants. “I don’t pet them like this, I swear.”
I wanted to laugh, but a piteous moan escaped my parted lips.
“And they’ve never made such a beautiful sound,” he said huskily.
I gazed down at him, pleased to see a lusty gleam in his eyes. I’d almost expected him to be a bit more restrained, a little more chaste. I was glad to be wrong.
Leaning forward, I kissed him again. Our bodies aligned, not perfectly due to our height difference, but still in a pleasantly promising way. More possibilities ran through my imagination. But first things first.
I sat back up and pulled my arms through the sleeves of my jacket. I deposited it on the floor. My shirt followed. Colten’s hands immediately attacked my bare chest. His fingers brushed my nipples, which hardened. With his hands occupied, I used my own to unbutton his flannel shirt. Just my luck, he wore an undershirt.
“Up,” I commanded.
He sat forward and brought his mouth to my right nipple. His tongue traced the edge before he took the whole of it in, sucking gently.
I made that moan again and forgot I’d wanted him up so I could remove his shirt. My arms wrapped around him, pulling him close and tight, wanting him to keep at it. I sank my fingers into his short cut hair and gripped the roots in the back. I held him there, my soft whimpers encouraging him to continue.
His hands went around my back and wandered down to grip my ass. My cock chafed uncomfortably inside my pants.
Colten seemed to sense my dilemma. He stopped sucking, but his attention had left a red mark all around my nipple. With the overwhelming sensation over, I finally remembered my task of taking off his shirt. I gripped the hem and pulled it up and over, taking the undershirt and flannel both in one go.
My reward was the sight of his bare chest. It was everything I’d hoped for, and more. His work kept him toned, but he also took care of his body. I was lean, but due to inconsistent meals and stress. He was like this on purpose.
With his shirt no longer a barrier, I pushed him down on his back again. He went willingly. I moved from my place atop his hips, going south. I finally gave into the temptation and tasted his skin. I kissed at the flesh around his belly button. He gave a laugh and a slight squirm.
“That tickles.”
I continued lower, along the top edge of his jeans. His skin was salty, and had the faint taste of earth. Not dirt, or mud. But the ground, and soil, and nature. A forest deity. He didn’t laugh at my light touch, but he still shifted, likely from my same predicament. One easy way to solve that. I unbuttoned his jeans and gently slid down the fly. His bulge became a lot more prominent and my mouth salivated.
I kissed the top of his boxers while I worked the jeans over his hips. He helped by kicking at the legs. Soon, I disrobed him and tossed the jeans to the side.
His chest and stomach left my mouth watering, but it was nothing compared to his legs. His thighs were muscular, keeping with the athletic physique of the rest of him. Lower, his calves were currently flexed, showing off the well-defined shape. I knew he could bench press me easily.
“Like what you see?” he asked.
“Mm,” I answered, returning my attention to his boxers. “Mind if I see what’s in here?”
“Be my guest.”
I lifted the elastic band and peeked inside. Protruding from a small patch of hair was his erect cock. I bit my lip to keep from lapping at the already leaking tip. I bet he tasted as good as he smelled.
Slipping my fingers under the waistband, I pulled his boxers off. They quickly joined the pile on the floor.
“My turn,” Colten said. He pushed on my shoulder, flipping me on my back. He climbed atop me. His mouth returned to my chest, sucking on my other nipple.
I arched my back at the sensation. My whole body tingled, as if all my nerve endings were connected to an electrical source. Colten’s tongue ran a circle around the perimeter and I convulsed. My own cock swelled more, digging painfully into my clothing.
A keening noise escaped my throat, unlike anything I’d ever produced before. That desperate, needy call should have startled me but I was too far gone.
Colten lifted his mouth from my nipple and moved them to my lips. I kissed him hungrily, trying to convey the desire welling inside me. Then he was pulling away, sliding down my body. He unbuttoned my pants and slipped them, and my boxers, off. I lifted my legs so he could get them free easily.
Propped over me, his brown eyes took stock of my body. I felt like a cow before the 4H judges. He must have liked what he saw because he met my eyes and smiled.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. He rested on an elbow beside me while his other hand gently caressed me from armpit to hip. His cock pressed into my thigh. “I’m having a hard time believing this is happening.”
“Can I prove it to you?”
“Seeing is believing, right?” He smiled again, then moved lower. His hands wrapped around the length of my cock. He gave a sure, strong pump.
I groaned, my eyes sinking shut and head lolling to the side.
“Are you clean, Marty?”
My eyes flew open and I gazed at him. He licked his lips.
“I’m clean, but why…?”
His mouth encased the tip of my cock.
I cried out loudly at the unexpected move.
“I want to taste a little,” he said around my hard flesh. “Do you mind?”
“N-no,” I muttered weakly.
He shut his mouth, enveloping me in heat. He sucked the same way he had on my nipple. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. He descended in earnest, fitting all of me in his mouth.
I grasped at his hair, my fingers digging in deep. I gripped and released in time to his movements. He moaned as loudly as I did.
“You keep that up and I’ll come,” I warned.
In answer, his hand cupped my balls gently.
“Colten.” I meant it to scold, but it sounded more a plea.
He pulled away again. “I want to taste you, Marty.” His breath sent cold puffs of air along my inflamed and sensitive skin. “I want you to come in my mouth. Please?”
The request sounded amazing, so I wasn’t about to deny it. I met his gaze and nodded.
He smiled, a deeper, sultrier curve of his lips than I’d ever seen. Then his mouth slid around me again.
I gasped and he answered my wordless call with one of his own. The pressure he put on my scrotum increased. My toes flexed and the muscles in my legs tensed.
“Colten,” I said again, and it was a plea. I was close to begging.
He slid up and down my whole length a few more times than he focused in on the tip. He tongued the underside of my cock as his lips massaged the head. In tandem with his hand on my balls, I was done for.
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“I’m gonna come,” I told him, in case he had second thoughts.
He didn’t. He slowed his motions, drawing out the blissful moment of rapture as it enveloped me. My eyes shut tight, but white sparks still burst into my sight. My cock throbbed as semen shot from it, caught in the warmth of Colten’s mouth.
My tight muscles suddenly turned to water and I heaved a great breath as my body relaxed.
Colten’s mouth left my cock and he kissed his way up to my chest. He lightly licked my nipples before claiming my lips. Though I was sated, his passion was still burning. His teeth caught my lower lip and bit down.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked him once he released my lip.
“Honestly, Marty, I wanna look at you.”
I grinned coyly. “Climb up here?”
A look of surprise passed across his face.
“You’re clean, right?” I smirked.
“Yeah, but….”
My laughter bubbled from my throat at his similar response. “I’ll suck you off. Or you can come on me. Anywhere you want.”
“I want to come on you,” he answered in a whisper.
He continued moving up, shifting his leg over my chest, straddling me. He positioned his knees to either side and used them to support most of his weight. His cock was right in front of my face.
I caught him in my hand and led the tip to my mouth, glad I was able to taste him too. I rubbed his cock on my lips. His skin was soft and the precome filled my taste buds with salty sweetness.
Glancing up, I got a good look at Colten’s face. His lips were bright red, his cheeks nearly the same color. His brown hair stuck up at odd angles where my fingers had delved to the roots. His eyes were intent, the pupils roaming along my face.
“Do you want to do it?” I asked, ready to move my hands out of the way.
“No. I want you to touch me, Marty. I want to see it all.”
In answer, I stroked him gently.
He heaved a breath and his body trembled. Still, his gaze never wavered from mine.
Satisfied we were situated to his liking, I attacked. I shifted my grip, tightening my hold on his velvet skin. I applied more pressure as my hand got to the head of his cock. Then I retreated down his shaft. I repeated the motion, setting an easy rhythm.
Colten leaned forward suddenly and kissed me fiercely. I tipped my chin up for a better angle. He shoved his tongue into my mouth, swirling it around eagerly. When he pulled back, his eyes looked glossy.
“Watch me,” I commanded.
“I won’t last long.”
“I don’t want you to.”
I smiled, then resumed my caresses along his length. As I pumped him, he continued to grow. I thought of feeling him inside me, of how deep he’d go. I shivered at the image, of Colten’s bright eyes boring into me as he rammed into my asshole.
“You’re gorgeous, Marty,” Colten huffed. Hips rocked in time with my hand. “I’ve thought about this so many times.”
Still stroking, I lifted my head and licked the tip of his cock.
“Oh God,” he moaned. “Just like that.”
My tongue worked the head while my hands rubbed the shaft. I felt Colten’s body stiffen even before he warned me. Then he came and I locked my eyes with him. His semen shot out, some landing in my mouth, some along my cheek or in my hair.
Above me, Colten’s gaze devoured the sight. His chest heaved and he breathed heavily.
The pad of my thumb made a circle around the tip of his cock, sliding through the come still there. I moved the finger to my mouth and licked off the salty residue.
“Marty,” Colten said like a swear, but he was grinning. He moved his leg off me and settled beside me. Grabbing the edge of the blanket, he wiped my face, paying special attention to my hair. Satisfied I was mostly clean, he settled in, snuggling onto my shoulder.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Better. You?”
“Yeah.”
He let out a deep sigh. “Marty. Thank you. That was even more amazing than I’d imagined.”
I laughed, which bumped his head from my shoulder. He repositioned himself onto my chest. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“Do you mind if we lay for a bit?”
My fingers went back to his hair, petting him the way he petted me earlier. Soft. Gentle. Tender. “Of course not.”
Chapter 13
The cold eventually chased us from the bed.
“Sorry,” Colten said as we hurriedly dressed. “The hills don’t give me a lot of sunshine, and I don’t waste the electricity on heat when I’m not here.”
“Don’t worry about it. My damned Arizona blood ruined me. Plus, I was starting to get hungry. Is there something here I can cook for you?”
Colten looked at me in surprise and I realized I’d invited myself over for dinner. Maybe he wanted me gone as soon as possible.
“I mean, or I can drive you back to your dad’s farm. Whatever you want.”
He stepped up to me, his flannel shirt held in his hand. “I’m continually amazed by you, Marty. I don’t even know why you’re here with me right now. And then you say something so sweet, like you want to cook me dinner. I’m a bit overwhelmed.”
“You don’t know why I’m here?”
“Yeah. I mean, I’m the same guy as in high school. Still got my cows and my mud. You didn’t like me then, why would you like me now?”
“Now who’s asking for a compliment,” I joked.
He smiled, but I sensed the insecurities underneath. He needed an answer.
“I like your passion,” I said. “I like your openness. I like how you kissed me without any sort of warning. I like your decency and kindness and the fact you went out of your way to help me when you didn’t need to. I like how you’re understanding and patient with me.”
Colten’s grin quivered.
“And, you’re incredibly gorgeous,” I concluded.
He closed the short distance between us and kissed me. His shirt fell to the floor, forgotten. If I’d been eighteen again, I would have pushed him back on the bed and devoured him a second time. As it was, though my passion began to bubble, it didn’t reach a boiling point. It was a happy simmer in the background. A much more comfortable feeling than animalistic desire.
Colten pulled back, seemingly embarrassed. “Sorry to be a bit melodramatic. This seems too good to be true.”
I bent down and picked up his shirt. He took it from me and slipped it on.
“You can give me a tour of the house now.”
He laughed and threw an arm over my shoulder. “This way.”
It was a single level, family style home. Not too different from Dad’s. Three bedrooms. Two bathrooms. Kitchen, living room, basement. Too big for a bachelor. Perhaps he had aspirations of a family someday.
I paid more attention to the pictures on the wall of the hallway. They showed Colten and his family. His sister with the Farm Queen crown. This brother, with a girl beside him showing off an engagement ring, had to be Roy. The whole family together, sitting around a large turkey dinner. Maybe from Christmas? Pictures of the farm, and the animals, and Chris on a tractor. Memories, so happy and bright.
Dad’s house felt the same, like the warm glow of the photos gave life to those who weren’t there. My apartment in Phoenix didn’t feel like this. I had pictures of friends, even one of Mom and Dad, but they didn’t give off this heat. They were cold, lifeless photos.
Colten’s arm on my shoulder brought me out of an intense study of one of the cows.
“You recognize her?”
“Lassie?” I said, focusing on the image. Before, I’d been staring, but seeing something far away.
“That’s her. I missed her dearly when she passed. Cows only live about twenty years, you know.”
“How long ago did you lose her?”
“Two years this winter.”
“I’m sorry.”
He shrugged. “These things happen. She was my first on
e. Got her when I was five.”
“That’s a long time to have a pet.”
“Pet? She was more a sister.”
I mentally cursed myself. A lot of people saw animals as family members. Even Rick was beginning to turn. I’d never been able to experience a bond with any animal. Even my human relations were seldom deep.
“I didn’t mean it as an insult.”
He looked at me and his face softened. “I know. But, she was much more than a cow. We all had a hard time losing her. Laura wouldn’t come out of her room for a week.”
The same way I’d acted when Mom died. It seemed odd to respond similarly to losing an animal. Still, it was his emotions and his choice how to react, so I wasn’t about to judge.
“I’ve never had a pet,” I confessed. “Mom bought me a dog when I was seven. I didn’t like it. We got rid of it after a few weeks.”
“You’re not an animal person, you told me.”
I lifted my shoulders. “I’ve never seen the point.”
“Don’t you get lonely?”
“Lonely?”
“Yeah, at your home by yourself?” Then a clouded expression covered his face. “Or maybe you have someone who stays with you.”
“No,” I answered quickly. “I’m all alone. I’ve never even had a live-in boyfriend. Never got close enough to one for us to reach that stage. I guess I have so much going on outside the house I don’t think about being lonely when I’m there. Life is hectic, so it’s nice to have solitude.”
He nodded slowly. “I can see it from your perspective,” he admitted. “But it seems so foreign.”
I laughed. “And yours seems odd to me.”
He tugged on me gently. “I want you to tell me more, Marty. I want to hear about everything you do in a day. Tell me how life is out in the Wild West.”
A snort escaped my mouth. “Wild West? Well, first off, I live in the fifth largest city in the US. No ‘Wild West’ there.”
“You know what I mean.”
We walked into the kitchen. Colten threw open the fridge door and I peeked in behind him. It was nearly bare.
“Um, how ‘bout I order us a pizza?” Colten asked.
“There’s a place that delivers?”
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