Hawk pressed his skin harder against my mouth even as he canted his hips. My resolve broke completely and I was literally a second away from pulling off those jeans and putting him over the table. Instead, I eased back, made sure he was steady on his feet, and then led him down the hall to the back of my house and the primary suite.
The view from the large windows was just as impressive as the three-season room and I let Hawk have exactly five seconds to appreciate it before I started tugging on his shirt. His breath caught, and he helped. It landed on the floor a moment later. I couldn’t resist squeezing his pecs, running my hands through his small but fuzzy patch of chest hair, and then skating my fingers along his abs. He was fit and toned, as I would expect from thekind of work he did. It made me insanely glad I worked out regularly, and that I’d been putting in hours on the ranch. I was nowhere near as toned as he was, but I didn’t have much extra fat either. There was no getting rid of the love handles, but I wasn’t ashamed of them. Especially not after Hawk returned the favor, peeled me out of my shirt, and immediately grabbed on to that spot.
The way his gaze darkened let me know he was a fan. Lucky for me. I kissed him, hard and fast, then nudged him back toward my big bed.
“Finish getting naked. I’ve got to get supplies.”
I turned before he responded, heading toward the en suite. I couldn’t watch him get naked or I would have tumbled him back and made a mess out of him right there. But I needed that moment to collect myself, and I was glad I’d stashed the lube and condoms in the bathroom. At the time, it felt like tempting fate if I set them on the bedside table. Now, it worked out so I could take a second to breathe.
A part of me had been wanting this since that first phone call. It had gotten buried underneath the more sensible logic that stated this would never happen. But it was. I had a hopefully naked Hawk waiting for me, ready to do filthy, dirty things.
I shucked off my slacks and briefs in the bathroom, yanked off my socks, then entered the bedroom. Hawk was indeed gloriously naked, but lying ass up on the bed, face turned toward me. I took a long moment just to appreciate that glorious ass, it was round and juicy, a perfect bubble butt that probably came in handy when he was on a horse for hours and that his jeans did not show off properly. Maybe I could convince him to start wearing tighter pants.
I padded across the floor, the hardwood cool on my bare feet. After I set the bottle and strip of packets on the bedside table, I put one knee on the bed. Hawk didn’t move, but his gazeremained fixed on me. I laid over him, covering him with my body, molding all my pieces to his.
I kissed his cheek, then his ear. “There a reason you’re on your stomach?”
“So you can fuck me.” His chuckle sounded a little forced.
“Mhmm.” There was something there. I slid my arms under his, which wasn’t easy, but I managed. “This how you prefer it? Ass up and getting railed from behind?”
I’d meant for it to be playful while also figuring out where his mind was at. And maybe if I hadn’t been pressed against him from head to toe, I wouldn’t have felt him tense. It was there and gone in just a second. But he didn’t answer my question.
I didn’t think he was inexperienced. No one with his confidence could be. But I thought maybe his bad experience was rearing its ugly head, and I certainly didn’t want that. Not here between us.
“I’m up for whatever you want,” I said with a thrust of my hips, my hard and leaking cock rubbing against his ass. “But what I’d love is to turn you over, put your legs on my shoulders, and pound you until you come screaming my name. How’s that sound?”
A beat stretched between us. Then Hawk let out a breathy, “’Yeah.”
I moved fast, levering up and then flipping him over. The shock on his face was nearly comical. But then he yanked me down onto him, kissing me hard, and I adjusted until our dicks were against each other. I started a slow, easy thrusting, kissing him back, and letting my hands wander. There was a spot on his stomach that made him squirm as though he was ticklish, and when I got to the crease of his thigh, he sighed into my mouth and spread his legs wider.
Another time, I’d spend hours figuring out all of his buttons. What made him scream and what made him sigh. But neither of us had the patience for that right now.
I got my knees under me, then grabbed the condoms and lube off the table. I made quick work of rolling on the rubber, needing that done and out of the way before I got to the slippery stuff. I coated both hands, one stroking his dick, the other prodding his hole. Hawk took a breath and let it out slowly, letting me in. He was tight and hot, and I wasted no time getting him ready. That didn’t mean I didn’t play a little, rotating my fingers, spreading them, and teasing his rim all while keeping up the steady strokes on his dick. His breathing picked up, and he stared at my face rather than what I was doing, fingers opening and closing on my upper arms.
“Carter.” My name in a whine from his lips was the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard.
“You ready, baby?” I murmured, pulling my fingers out slowly and giving my own cock a few strokes. He was good and slick, but it never hurt to add more.
“Yes.”
I lined up, tucked his knees into my elbows, and pushed, watching his face the entire time. He hissed, then moaned, panted and squirmed. I didn’t force it, but I didn’t stop, steady pressure until I was all the way in. I glanced down and couldn’t tear my eyes away from where we were joined. A moment later, he let out a breath, and he relaxed.
There we go.
He was even more flexible than I expected and easily bent when I pushed his legs onto my shoulders. I slid in just a bit more, and Hawk tipped his head back on a long moan. Slowly, oh so slowly, I pulled out until just my tip was stretching his hole. Then at the same inexorable pace, I thrust back in.
“Fuck me, dammit.”
“Bossy,” I muttered teasingly. But I did as he said. With each thrust, I went a little faster, a little harder, until I was slamming into him and he was grunting every time my pelvis met his ass. Sweat slid down my brow, and I buried my face against his neck, which made him howl.
“Feels so fucking good,” he panted out, hands going into my hair. “Faster.”
I didn’t think I could, but at his request, I somehow found it in me. Faster and harder, until I knew it was a pace I couldn’t keep up for much longer. I was breathing hard, and our sweat slick skin slid together. One of his legs fell down my arm, but I kept up the pace, kissing his neck, trying to hold back my own orgasm.
“Grab your dick, baby. Stroke yourself and come,” I commanded, barely able to get the words out. It took Hawk a couple of seconds to cooperate but then I felt his hand sneaking between us. His knuckles brushed against my stomach as he jerked himself.
Just as I was about to admit defeat, Hawk tipped his head back and screamed my name. He clenched down so hard on me as he came that I had to stop thrusting. I circled my hips, trying to prolong his orgasm as he painted his chest with cum.
