Bare for You: Outback Skies, Book 3

by Lexxie Couper

  He groaned into Jeremy’s mouth, bit at his lip. Pinched Jeremy’s right nipple even as he reached for the man’s belt buckle.

  With a ragged noise—somewhere between supplication and hunger—Jeremy tore his lips from Ryan’s and moved them to Ryan’s throat. His collarbone.

  His chest.

  The moan that ripped at Ryan’s throat when Jeremy sucked at Ryan’s nipple was raw and filthy. “Fuck, yes.”

  Jeremy pulled at Ryan’s belt, released it with wild tugs and then raked his splayed fingers up Ryan’s chest, through the fine smattering of hair covering its broad expanse.

  “I didn’t realize how goddamn sexy a hairy chest is,” he ground out against Ryan’s nipple as he clawed his fingers at Ryan’s pectoral muscle.

  Ryan lolled back his head, undone by the open desire and delight in Jeremy’s declaration.

  “So fucking sexy,” Jeremy growled, rubbing his nose, his cheek, his lips across Ryan’s chest to his other nipple. He sucked it, laving his tongue over its tip as he did so.

  Ryan’s knees wobbled. The urge to surrender to the pleasure wrought upon him by Jeremy’s touch rushed through him. A hot spasm filled his cock. “You’ve never had sex with a hairy man before?”

  Jeremy’s hands and lips grew still. “I haven’t had sex with a man since I was nineteen. Until you came into my life, I never met anyone I wanted so much I’d risk discovery to do so.”

  The confession, and the trust in sharing it, detonated something primitive and powerful in Ryan.

  Balling his fists in the silken strands of Jeremy’s hair, he jerked Jeremy’s head up and fixed him in a fierce stare. “And you’d risk it? To have me fuck you?”

  Jeremy nodded.

  “And to fuck me?”

  “Yes. I would. I tried to deny it, but I can’t. I want you, Ryan. So much. Too much.”

  “Too much?”

  “As I said, I’m putting my fate in your hands.”

  Another rush of elemental emotion rushed through Ryan at Jeremy’s declaration. He tightened his fist in Jeremy’s hair, holding his stare with equal force. “I’m going to bury my cock in your arse, Minister. I’m going to fuck you hard and jerk you off at the same time. But first I’m going to fucking suck your dick, just like I told you I was going to.”

  Jeremy whimpered, swaying towards Ryan. “Oh God…”

  “Just like I’ve wanted to,” Ryan growled, grabbing at Jeremy’s fly and yanking it open, “from the very second I saw you.”

  Pleasure etched Jeremy’s face. “God, yes.”

  “And I will never,” Ryan continued, smoothing his hands over the warm flesh of Jeremy’s hips, “tell a soul about it.”

  Without preamble, he grabbed at the waistbands of Jeremy’s jeans and briefs and shoved them down over his hips.

  Jeremy’s massive cock sprung free, jutting upwards from a dark blond nest of pubic hair. Ryan’s mouth filled with saliva at the sight of such obvious arousal.

  “So fucking perfect,” he murmured, reaching for the venous length. He wrapped his fingers around its girth and squeezed.

  Jeremy bucked, driving his hips forward, pumping his cock upward in Ryan’s fisted hand. “F…oh fuck…yes…”

  He grabbed at the hair at the back of Ryan’s head, holding it tightly, anchoring himself to Ryan as he dropped his stare down to his cock.

  “Just—” he groaned, pumping his hips upward, “—just the sight of you holding my…holding me makes me want to—”

  Ryan reached forward and cupped Jeremy’s balls in his other hand with a firm tug.

  Jeremy threw back his head, spine bowing, and let out a torn cry. “Oh God, that’s so good.”

  Continuing to work Jeremy’s cock and sac, Ryan leant forward and captured the side of Jeremy’s throat with his lips, sucking on the warm flesh there.

  Jeremy slammed his hips harder forward. His fist in Ryan’s hair balled tighter.

  Pumping the man’s length, kneading his balls, feasting on his throat, Ryan gave himself over to the concentrated need to utterly dominate Jeremy’s pleasure.

  The last twenty-four hours of restraint had felt like a lifetime of denial to him. He was not denying himself any longer.

  “R-Ryan…” Jeremy stammered above his head, his name little but a panted breath. “I’m going…I can’t stop…if you keep…”

  Tearing his mouth from the side of Jeremy’s neck, he stared into his eyes, working his cock and balls with increasing pressure. “When you come, Minister,” he declared, drawing his head so close to Jeremy’s their lips brushed with every word he uttered, “it will be in my mouth, do you understand?”

  Fierce lust ignited in Jeremy’s eyes. His breath turned choppy. “I told you to call me Jeremy.”

  Before Ryan could laugh, or show his approval of Jeremy’s brazen audacity, Jeremy closed his hands over Ryan’s shoulders and shoved him to his knees.

  A small part of Ryan’s brain registered the fact the ground was hard and stony. The rest of his brain revelled in the fact Jeremy’s cock was now directly in line with his face.

  “Suck it,” Jeremy ordered above him, the demand more a tormented plea. “Suck it please.”

  Ryan did. With something akin to savage greed, his grabbed Jeremy’s engorged cock and fed it into his eager mouth.

  The sheer girth and length of the organ stretched his lips and flattened his tongue. He plunged down the enormous shaft, moaning around the pole of hot flesh as its crown pushed at the back of his throat.

  “Oh God.” Jeremy’s drawn-out cry filled the Outback dusk. His stomach hitched against Ryan’s forehead. He fisted his hands in Ryan’s hair.

  Head spinning, balls aching, cock straining against the zipper of his jeans, Ryan sucked his way back up the length of Jeremy’s erection to linger at its distended rim.

  Once again, Jeremy shuddered and cried out, the sound shaky and ripe with pleasure.

  Taking his time to explore the flesh in his mouth, Ryan flicked his tongue over the tiny slit leaking precome. Jeremy’s taste detonated a rush of exquisite bliss within him. It was intoxicating. Salty and musky and perfect.

  He tasted it again, wild little flicks at the opening.

  Jeremy bucked, driving his hips forward, sinking his cock deeper into Ryan’s mouth.

  “I’m no…” Jeremy gasped. “I’m not going to…I’m not…last much longer.”

  Ryan sucked completely down the length of Jeremy’s length, deep-throating him even as he tugged on Jeremy’s scrotum again.

  “Oh y-yes…”

  Humming around his mouthful, Ryan kneaded Jeremy’s balls with one hand and moved his other over Jeremy’s hip, thigh, backside, arse cleft.

  Jeremy froze, his breathing little but shallow whimpers.

  Sliding his lips up to the bulbous head of Jeremy’s cock, Ryan teased the knot of scar tissue beneath its rim with slow strokes of his tongue, strokes he echoed with his finger over Jeremy’s puckered anus.

  “Oh, yes…” Jeremy moaned, his body quaking, trembling. “Oh, yes…there…touch me th—”

  Ryan pressed his index finger hard to Jeremy’s anus at the exact moment he plunged his mouth down Jeremy’s cock.

  Jeremy didn’t just buck his hips forward at the uncompromising possession of his flesh, he yanked Ryan’s head to his groin with ferocious force, slamming his erection deeper into Ryan’s mouth.

  Ryan’s lips mashed to Jeremy’s balls. His chin rubbed against Jeremy’s inner thighs.

  “Fuck!” Jeremy burst out, his fists in Ryan’s hair beyond tight. Euphoric pain lanced Ryan’s scalp, shearing through him to sink into his aching balls. “Again.”

  Close to shooting his load in his jeans, Ryan pressed at Jeremy’s entry again. Without lube, the hole was so tight, so resistant, and yet with every push of his finger against that constr
icting ring of muscle, Jeremy cried out with raw pleasure.

  Begged him for more.

  Demanded more.

  Until, incapable of stopping himself, incapable of acknowledging the invasion would hurt, he penetrated Jeremy’s arse. He plunged his finger into the puckered ring and sucked harder on Jeremy’s cock.

  Took him deeper than he had before, even as he stroked his finger over Jeremy’s prostate. And drowned in absolute pleasure when Jeremy, shaking and cursing and moaning and trembling, erupted in his mouth in spurting wad after wad after wad.

  Just the way Ryan had told him he would.

  Chapter Seven

  Drained of strength, utterly spent, Jeremy let out a weak chuckle and collapsed to the ground. His cock, still wet from Ryan’s hot mouth, reacted the way most cocks do to sudden cool air wrapping around it—by shrinking.

  “I was in the pool.” He murmured the obscure line from a long-ago TV show, all too aware he was damn near delirious with pleasure. Was it possible to slip into a rapture-fuelled coma?

  Lying on his back, he opened his eyes and stared up at the sky, watching the blurry dots of white light that were the stars twinkle into existence in what was left of the purple dusk expanse.

  At some point in the not too near-distant future he’d need to go find where his glasses had landed in the helicopter. If nothing else, he wanted to see Ryan in sharp focus, given what they’d shared.

  “Ah, Seinfeld quotes after blowjobs.” Ryan trailed a slow finger up Jeremy’s stomach, his hard chest pressed to Jeremy’s inner thighs, one heavy leg draped over his calf. “Love it.”

  With another chuckle, this one more self-conscious than the previous, Jeremy turned his unfocused gaze to the man between his legs. “George Costanza for the win?”

  Ryan shook his head. “I was always a Jerry fan. He always came across as a bloke far too self-contained for his own good, just waiting for the right person to come along and dirty him up.”

  Jeremy laughed. In his chest, his heart raced.

  Holy fuck. Holy fuck, he’d just experienced the most amazing orgasm of his life, and here he was making 1990s sitcom references? What the hell was wrong with him? What did he do now? How could he even hope to give Ryan the same level of—

  “C’mon.” Ryan climbed to his feet, grabbing one of Jeremy’s hands as he did so and tugging him upright. “We can’t have you lying about on the ground, can we? How would I explain to the doc and the mayor, let alone the media, how a red-belly black snake managed to bite you on the balls.”

  Letting out a wobbly laugh, Jeremy swiped his hands over his bare butt, dislodging a rain of sticks, pebbles, grass and dirt that had pressed into to his naked flesh. “Is that likely to happen?” he asked, reaching down to his ankles for his briefs and jeans.

  “Yep.” Even without his glasses, Jeremy could see the devilish mirth dancing in Ryan’s eyes. “Especially to blokes from the big city.”

  Jeremy snorted. “I’m afraid to say this big city boy is very unprepared for the joys of the Outback.”

  With a grin, Ryan threaded his fingers through Jeremy’s and pulled him to his body. “Well, this Outback boy is more than willing to help you navigate them.”

  His lips brushed at Jeremy’s with a soft reverence. The contrast between their wild kissing and this gentle caress made Jeremy’s breath quicken. Or maybe it was the way the hairs on Ryan’s chest tickled Jeremy’s nipples.

  Refusing to second-guess anything of this incredible night, he smoothed his hands up Ryan’s torso, his mind and body revelling in the sculpted muscles of Ryan’s ribcage, six-pack, pecs…

  With a groan, Ryan pulled away from the kiss just as Jeremy parted his lips to deepen it.

  “Have I…” he began, his throat tight. “Did you not…”

  Ryan laughed. “And I thought I was the one paranoid about post-BJ awkwardness.” He cupped his hand to the side of Jeremy’s face and stroked his thumb over Jeremy’s bottom lip. “Let me assure you, Minister, yours is the most incredible cock I’ve ever had in my hand or mouth, and I cannot wait to feel it pumping into my arse.”

  Jeremy’s head swam at the uncompromising declaration. His breath caught. His cock—flaccid after the world’s best blowjob—jerked in his jeans. Incredibly, Jeremy could feel it begin to grow thicker already.

  “But,” Ryan went on, that slight hint of a dimple flashing in his check, “we need a few things before we get to that, okay?”

  Jeremy raised an eyebrow, his stomach fluttering, his pulse pounding. Damn it, where was his famous ability to be totally unruffled and calm right now? The one that irritated his fellow politicians?

  The thought of his job and the memory of his assistant’s text about the deputy PM played with his nerves. How quickly would his peers sink the knife into his back if they discovered what had just happened now? How quickly would his career be left in tatters?

  “Things?” he said, determined not to think about it. What was happening now with Ryan was a moment of stolen reality, to be replayed as a longed-for fantasy when he returned to the lie that was his life. “What kind of things?”

  Stepping backward in confident strides, Ryan threw a nod toward the dark shadows to the right of the chopper. “Head over to yon billabong. And wait.”

  Squinting in the direction Ryan indicated, Jeremy frowned. “Okay.”

  Ryan laughed. “I’ll find your glasses while I’m getting the other things. Promise. Just keep walking that way. If your feet start getting wet, you’ve gone too far.”

  Jeremy cocked an eyebrow. “So one blowjob and we’ve reached this stage of the relationship, mocking my shortcomings?”

  Before Jeremy could chuckle, Ryan destroyed the distance between them and snared a handful of his hair. “You have no shortcomings, Jeremy,” he murmured. “Not to me. Now get your arse to the billabong so I can fuck it. Understand?”

  Voiceless, Jeremy nodded.

  Ryan nipped his bottom lip with playful pressure. “Good. Be there in a sec. Watch out for the snakes.”

  He spun on his heel and hurried back to the chopper, leaving Jeremy in the most surreal state of conflicted terror and arousal.

  He was a city boy. An Australian city boy. Which meant that even though he’d never had to deal with red-belly black snakes in the concrete jungle of Sydney, he was still very aware of how damn venomous they were, and how abundant they were in the Outback.

  Of course, his terror of the serpent was rivalled by his lust for another kind of snake, the kind his father would frequently refer to as a trouser snake.

  “It’s okay.” Ryan’s chuckled call danced on the darkness. “You can move. Nothing’s going to bite you. Yet.”

  “Yet?” Jeremy threw a grimace in the direction of the chopper, still incapable of taking a step toward the billabong, despite the rather impressive erection already growing in his jeans.

  “It’s not really snake season,” came Ryan’s humoured reply. “But I’m not making any promises about not biting you.”

  The playful threat sent hot lust straight into Jeremy’s groin. His pulse thumped harder and faster in his throat. His balls echoed the throbbing beat.

  Turning his attention back to the darker shadow of the billabong and its surrounding lushness, he made his way—albeit somewhat tentatively—for the small waterhole.

  Standing on the soft grass, he let his gaze move over the water, noting the way the full moon and infinite number of stars reflected in the still surface. Around him, a gentle breeze wafted on the air, bringing with it the smell of native acacia, wildflowers and ancient soil. Somewhere way off in the distance, a dingo called, the sound at once alone and hopeful.

  Jeremy closed his eyes and drew a deep, slow breath.

  It was the most serene, peaceful moment of his life. And yet he’d never been so charged, so on edge.

  So not relaxed.<
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  “Now get your arse to the billabong so I can fuck it.”

  Ryan’s command flayed at Jeremy’s mind. His anus constricted. He hadn’t had sex with another male for a long time. A damn long time. He had partaken in anal play with some of his female lovers however, allowing himself dark, secret self-delusions their penetrations of his anus with either dildo or finger were those of an unknown, mysterious man. A man of his deepest fantasies, who was neither polished nor refined but rugged and forceful and dominating in his control of Jeremy’s body.

  Now, standing with his eyes closed in the middle of the Outback, so far removed from the lie of his life, he realised why he’d reacted so powerfully to Ryan the second he saw him.

  Ryan Taylor, heli-musterer and rough-around-the-edges cowboy, was the embodiment of that mysterious, unknown man. Ryan was everything Jeremy had ever fantasised about in his waking moments, in his most fevered dreams and in his most duplicitous moments, those moments when he’d pretended his female sexual partner was a different gender.

  And he would be walking away from him, flying away from him in less than four days.

  “Damn it,” he murmured.

  “Damn what?” Ryan’s warmth breath fanned Jeremy’s neck as he pressed to Jeremy’s back, his long-fingered hands smoothing around Jeremy’s hips to gently cup his groin.

  Without a word, Jeremy turned in Ryan’s embrace and captured his mouth in a greedy assault of lips, teeth and tongue.

  To hell with being coy or sedate or nervous. For the remainder of his time in Wallaby Ridge, he was going to be true to himself, stop living a lie, and lose himself in the pleasure Ryan awoke in him.

  As if aware of the desperate need driving him, Ryan returned his kiss with equal fervour.

  He made love to Jeremy’s mouth, balling his fists in Jeremy’s shirt as he ground their hips together.

  Moaning into Ryan’s mouth, Jeremy smoothed his hands up the man’s ribcage, over his chest, before pinching his nipples.