Eight arrows in a row pierce the target, each shot growing increasingly close to the center.
“Holy shit, you’re amazing! Fantastic job!” I shout as he laughs, and then the next thing I know, he’s crashing into me, legs wrapping around my middle as I scramble to hold him. My hands land on his ass and he kisses me, smiling against my mouth.
“No one has ever been so patient with me,” he whispers between kisses, and it makes me want to hide him away so that the world can never be mean to him again. He wriggles free and shoves me with surprising force. Not expecting it, I stumble backward until my body thuds against the trunk of a tree. Az reaches under my shirt, fingers grazing my stomach.
“You’re trying to kill me with these slutty pants, aren’t you?” His fingertips slip under my waistband, tickling my skin as my brain misfires.
“Sl-slutty?” My dick catches up to the situation before my mind does, a dull throb forming in my core as it thickens.
“Mm-hmm,” he hums, and I hiss in surprise as he drags a finger up my length through the fabric. “Everyone knows gray sweatpants show off your cock, Beau, and you’ve been teasing me since I got here with this thing.”
The slide of his finger turns into the weight of his palm, a shock of pleasure ricocheting up my spine. His stormy eyes flick up to mine as my mouth drops open, my hips jutting forward out of my control. “Maybe I wanted you to see my cock,” I finally get out. “Maybe I wanted you thinking about it.”
Az sinks to his knees in the grass, and a loud moan slips free as my head thuds against the tree behind me. “Well, then, mission accomplished, because it’s all I’ve been thinking about.” His tongue traces along the outline of my dick, so hard now that it strains against the fabric. He leaves it damp and darkened with his spit as I claw at the tree behind me, the bark rough under my fingers as I try to anchor myself.
“You’re ruining my plans,” I say with a breathy laugh. “Dinner was going to impress you, and then I had every intention of seducing you. I was supposed to be the one on my knees. What happened?”
Az glances up at me, humor dancing in his eyes as he continues to lick my aching cock. “Slutty sweatpants. That’s what happened.”
His fingers are like a brand as they curl over my waistband, burning against my bare skin. Insistent lips wrap around the bulge in my pants, sucking through the fabric as my hips move of their own accord, rocking against his mouth.
Knuckles drag along my skin as he slides my sweatpants and boxer briefs down, exposing my cock. He presses his face against my groin, burying his nose in the dark hair as he takes a deep inhale. “Fuck, you smell good,” he mumbles as he drags hismouth over my skin, dotting me in feather-light kisses. “What do you like?”
“I like you. Everything else is just semantics,” I answer honestly, and his eyes soften. “But I also will give you anything you want if you’d please put your mouth on me.”
Hot breath blows across my cock as he laughs, then he takes the head in his mouth and my knees go weak. “Fuck,” I groan as his tongue explores, swirling around the flared ridge of my head and dipping across my slit, licking away the pre-cum that pools there. Dark curls bob in the sunlight as he moves, taking me deeper with every pass.
Spit leaks from his lips, making a slippery trail down my length. My cockhead bumps the back of his throat as he takes all of me, so deep his nose pushes into my skin. Fingertips dig pits into the meat of my thighs as he steadies himself, cheeks turning hollow with the pressure. With only the head in his mouth, he licks across the sensitive seam on the underside, and my legs turn to Jello.
My thighs quiver, and the sight of him grinning around my spit-slicked cock is enough to loosen the moans trapped in my throat. It’s a miracle I can even form words. “I want to see you. Please, let me see you?”
Gray eyes find mine, and he reaches down, unzipping his jeans and working himself free. He’s uncut, the head poking out from his foreskin, and he’s bigger than I expected. One of his hands wraps around my cock, pumping as he draws gently on the tip, while he grips himself with the other. Instead of stroking, though, he snaps his hips forward, thrusting through his fingers.
“Oh, fuck, that’s so hot,” I groan as he sucks me harder, hand working in tandem with his magic mouth. Everything in my body is tense—thigh muscles rigid, toes curling inside my shoes, and balls so tight they’re hugging against the root of mydick. “You’re going to embarrass me,” I say on a breathy laugh. “You’re about to make me come too fast, sweetheart.”
His eyes crinkle with pleasure as he slurps along my cock, the slick noises obscene as spit drips along my shaft and between his fingers. Further down, he fucks his fist, his hips moving faster. Az’s eyes squeeze closed, his mouth going slack as his body tenses. Lost chasing his own pleasure, my cock sits on his tongue as he whimpers and moans.
A few jerky, rough snaps of his hips and he calls out as his fist shuttles along his length. His hand closes around his cockhead as he comes, the vibrations of his moan travelling straight to my balls and I stare, enamored, as he shatters beneath me. “You are so beautiful when you fall apart,” I mutter, and he calls out louder as my pre-cum spills onto his tongue. “Show me what you did… let me see that mess you made for me.”
Eyes snapping open, he finds mine as he shudders through the last few pulses of his orgasm. He releases himself, still half-hard as he hangs out of his jeans, and raises his loose fist. I snatch his wrist, pulling it closer as hot, wet suction closes around my cock again.
A puddle of cum sits in his palm as he opens his hand, and my fingers drag through, coating my fingertips. His eyes never leave mine as I lift them to my mouth. Salty warmth hits my tongue, musky and masculine, and something inside me snaps.
It’s primal, and instinctual, andravenousfor what only he can give me.
Moaning greedily, I suck on my fingers, savoring the flavor until every drop is swallowed. Delirious with this sudden need, I scoop through his palm and bring more of his release to my lips.
My hips jerk forward as I moan louder, long and low, plunging my fingers into my mouth. I thrust and suck, jamming them deeper and rougher as my cock swells, throbbinginsistently. The noises I’m making are inhuman as I gag, the taste of his cum coating my tongue and pooling hot in my belly. We sync our rhythm until I’m fucking my own mouth at the same pace I’m fucking his, and Az moans beneath me as my cock slides between his lips.
Intoxicated and half out of my mind, I pull his hand to my face and drag my tongue over it, his release sliding down my throat like honey. Everything is tight and heady and too much for me to hold inside anymore.
Before I realize it’s happening, my cock gives an impatient jerk, and everything breaks free. My shout is muffled against his palm as my hips snap forward and lock, my muscles pulsating against his lips as my limbs quiver. I whine, a needy noise I’ve never made before, as I drink the cum from his skin, hungry for more even as I spill my release into his mouth.
Over and over, I whimper his name, until every drop is wrung from my body. Spent, I sag against the tree, my ears ringing as electric aftershocks rocket through my limbs.
Az’s wrist is still in my grip, and I tug on it to help him stand. Rough hands seize my neck and smash my lips to his, and when his tongue rolls with mine, I realize my cum waits in his mouth.
“Fuck,” I groan as he smiles against my lips, and we kiss, tongues battling for dominance as we share the last traces of what just happened.
