“S’pose I do.”
He laughed then, because t’was obvious I was spellbound.
“Hmm, you look like you want to eat me, Mr. Wolf,” Oscar purred in seductive tones.
I smiled, pleased to be compared to such an animal. Even though the wolves had got Sprite, I admired their fearlessness and their savage beauty. I supposed they had to survive.
“I do, sweet lamb. I wanna eat you all up.”
“Fuck,” he cursed. A shiver took him as he lifted his chin. “Take off my trousers now. I wanna be naked for you.”
“I want that, too,” I said. I pulled down his trousers and the union suit, smelling the lemon of the soap we’d used at the hotel and back here and the scent of Oscar’s own musk and maleness, without the overlay of dirt and sweat we’d both had going on for a few weeks. T’was a heady moment, and I closed my eyes and inhaled as I knelt before him. I opened them when Oscar put a gentle hand on my shoulder and stepped out of his clothes and underthings until he was standing there with nothing but a cheeky grin.
“Boy, you are so lovely,” I said, eyeing him up and down and all o’er. “Whatever made you fall for a crusty, old, wasted fella like me?”
“Psssh. You ain’t wasted. And you ain’t old, neither. Just old enough.” He shrugged, his gaze dropping to my feet and climbing up my body while my cock grew progressively thicker. “Old enough to be my daddy, though.”
The breath whooshed out of me, and I surged forward, grabbing him and tackling him to the bed. “Barely. I ain’t your daddy. And it’s a good thing, considering what I’m about to do to you.”
His mouth opened on a gasp as he met my gaze. “What are you gonna do to me, Jimmy? You gonna fuck me?”
I made a sound—a desperate, vulnerable sound deep in my throat—as I grabbed at my trousers, pulling the buttons apart on them and on my underwear as my gasps got louder and Oscar squirmed beneath me, spreading his legs as I took my cock out.
“Goddammit. Where’s the grease?” I muttered.
Oscar moaned and reached to the little table beside the bed, grabbing the jar of saddle grease that we were using for slide when we fucked or did other things.
“Here. Open it and I’ll help you,” Oscar panted.
The crackle and pop of the wood in the iron stove accompanied our harsh breaths as I dipped my fingers into the tin then pressed them between his legs. He leaned back on his elbows, watching me with his eyes wide and his lips parted. There were so many things we liked to do together, but I hadn’t been inside him for a while. Seemed we could hardly contain ourselves.
“Remember the first time you mounted me?” he said as I breached his hole with my fingers, spreading the slippery cream inside and around him.
I groaned. “Yes. Yes.”
“You liked it so much.”
“I did. I loved it.”
I pushed my two fingers into him, into that silky soft, hot place, spreading him as he quivered and gasped, closed his eyes, then opened them again. They were burning coals now.
“You gonna mount me now? Make me yours again?”
“Yes. God, yes. Every day. I’m gonna fuck you every day, Oscar Yates—here in our bed, so’s you’ll know you’re mine.”
“Jimmy!” he panted as I pressed my cock at his hole, ready for his body to swallow me up and obliterate me.
The muscle yielded and I sank in as Oscar keened, his head thrown back as I bottomed out in one slick move. Then I had to stay still or I’d finish too soon and he’d curse me for ruinin’ our fun. It had happened once or twice, and he was touchy about it—only because there wasn’t a thing he liked more than having my cock up inside him like this, and he wanted to enjoy it.
He was all heat and softness, panting breaths and little mewls of pleasure. I held my breath, closed my eyes and tried to get ahold of myself.
“Hell, Oscar. I could stay like this all winter. You’re so fuckingwarm.”
He gave a breathless laugh. “I reckon we’d freeze to death once the fire went out.”
I opened my eyes and laughed, too. “Christ. Imagine if they found us like this?”
He looked shocked but laughed and pushed at my shoulders. “I reckon you’d better start to move, then, so you can tumble me proper and make me spurt. Come on, now.”
