Frog by Mary Calmes (read along books TXT) 📗

as I rocked against him, the heated air not moving around us, instead thick and heavy, all sweat and sex.

It was like his breath caught, and he froze for a moment as I felt the length of my cock squeezed tight in a hot, silken vise. He screamed out his climax, and I hammered him through it as my own orgasm built and crested and finally drowned me. I could not remember the last time I had come so hard, so violently.

Dropping forward, draped across his back, my chest pressing down on him, I realized, finally, as the cloud of passion lifted, that I was probably crushing him.

“Wait.”

I didn’t move.

“Tonight, I want you naked in the bed, so when we do this again, I can feel your skin on mine.”

“You’re gold all over. I ain’t nothin’ like you.”

He made a noise in the back of his throat. “I can feel you against me, all the power, and I can see your gorgeous veined forearms… and your hands… I want more. I want to see all of you.”

I smiled, rubbing my stubbly jaw between his shoulder blades. I knew every part of him was overly sensitized, but I didn’t care. Sex without bites and bruises and scratches was no fun at all.

“Jesus, cowboy.”

I chuckled and pulled out slowly as he rolled over flat on his back in the grass. He looked good, lying there sated, ravaged, all that sleek golden skin just ready to be touched again as I tied off the condom and put it gently on the ground.

He just lay there, not moving, watching me, cock lying flaccid against his smooth, flat stomach, one arm bent behind his head, the other on his chest.

“You should get on up, darlin’, before your friends come lookin’ for ya.”

“Come here,” he said and motioned to me.

I smiled at him, finished tucking in, zipping up, and buckling before I stepped over his legs and sat down across his hips, straddling them, leaning over so my mouth was hovering over his. “You are a strange man.”

He lifted his hands to my face, staring into my eyes as I bent and kissed him. He opened for me instantly, and I plundered his mouth, kissing him breathless, kissing him until he was arching up under me, and kissing him even as I took his cock in my hand and stroked him over and over.

When I felt the silky length hardening again, I chuckled and broke the kiss, sliding my thumb over the flared tip, into the slit and under. He was vibrating beneath me, just shivering with fresh need.

“Aww, man, when’s the last time you been laid proper?”

“Never, apparently.” His breath faltered. “Christ. Who the fuck are you?”

Our chemistry was combustible, but we could not have been more different if one of us had been from the moon.

“Kiss me again,” he pleaded.

“Get up and I will.”

“I need you.”

He needed me back buried in his ass was what he needed, but I knew how to fix it for him.

Dragging him to his feet, I threw him into the wall so that he had to catch himself with his hands and brace with them so he wouldn’t go face first into the wood. Spitting into my hand, I grasped his hard cock tight and started to stroke him.

“I—”

“Shut up,” I barked softly, jerking him off at the same time I lifted my other hand to his face and slid my fingers into his mouth.

Letting him suck my fingers as I worked his cock brought him fast to another release. There wasn’t much, but what there was he spurted onto the side of the tool shed as I bit down into his shoulder.

“Fuck!” he snarled, sounding angry before he turned and lunged at me.

We would have spent the day outside covered in grass and sweat and cum if he didn’t stop kissing me. He tried to shove his tongue down my throat, and my rumbling laughter made him shake in my arms, which were wrapped tight around him. It had to have looked strange if anyone had come upon us. I was completely dressed; he was gloriously naked except for his socks and a very expensive watch.

I finally broke the long, wet kiss and smiled down into his gorgeous eyes, brushing the hair out of his face as I asked him if he still wanted to see me later that night.

“What?”

I shrugged, grinning wide. “We sort of had dessert before dinner, didn’t we?”

“Are you kidding? I want to go there now. I want to eat and lie in bed, and I want you to tie me down when you fuck me next.”

I grunted before I bent and kissed him again, something about the shape of the man’s mouth and the softness and firmness of his lips along with his taste driving me right out of my mind. It really was lucky that there was no one around to see me completely come apart.

“Promise,” he said, breaking the kiss so he could gulp air, “that you’ll meet me at seven. Swear to me.”

“Oh, I swear,” I assured him, tipping his head back with my nose, devouring his throat, nibbling up the side, inhaling his scent and sucking hard.

I was going to leave marks all over him.

“You best put on your clothes.” I chuckled, sliding a hand down the silky skin of his back to the firm round ass. I grabbed a handful of it, and he bucked against me. “Before I break down the door of this here shed, shove you in and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk.”

“And this is a threat?”

I smiled at him. “Tonight, before you see me, wash up real good, and I’ll show you what I can do with my tongue.”

He had to brace himself before his knees gave out.

I squinted at him. “You like me some already, don’t ya?”

It was cute how he opened his eyes wide and nodded. “Yes, just a little.”

My eyebrows waggling made him groan loudly.

Watching him