Page 43 of The CEO and the Mountain Man

This ranch.

Maybe it was better to say that everything felt natural. Inevitable. Tuning-fork sharp.

The heat between us was so intense that the orgasm was right up on me before I had a chance to catch my breath.

“Fuck, Beau,” I choked out. “Gonna come.”

“M’ too,” he grunted.

The rough material rubbing between us, the textures, the smell of him, the heat of his tongue on my neck, then in my mouth. I thrust up as he thrust down, the orgasm hitting me like a shock wave, firecrackers along every nerve ending. I threw my head back, mouth opened in a silent scream, the tendons in my neck ready to snap.

“Fu—uck.” Beau’s voice cracked. He sped up his hips. “So fucking good.”

His grunting quickly became panting, before turning into high-pitched moans, slow presses of his cock against mine, heat pulsing between us as he rocked against me.

“Fuck.Fuck.”

“Ditto,” I tossed back, breathless, riding out the last shivering remains of my orgasm.

His entire boneless body pressing down on me was the thing I never knew I always needed. I was swimming in feel-good hormones, floating on a blissful tide.

He inhaled deeply, pushing the air out of my lungs, then went up on his forearms, pressing his forehead against mine.

“Sorry,” he breathed out. “Just waiting until I feel my legs again.”

I squirmed under him, soaking up this yummy feeling. Enjoying the mingling scent of our cum.

With a kiss to my brow, he pushed himself to standing, and I whined.

Then blushed, because who does that?

He laughed, wavering on his feet as he held out his hand.

“Can we shower together?”

I should’ve felt more self-conscious, maybe. But the slick in my underwear felt like the bravest thing I’d ever done, and I couldn’t find it in me to be ashamed. I wanted to do it all over again. Clothed. Unclothed. Letting my mouth explore his body; letting his mouth explore mine.

“Clark?”

“I’m sorry.” I rolled onto my side. “Frot-drunk.”

His laugh was low and dangerous. My cock, which was too old for such things, twitched.

“So … is that a yes? Or are we just gonna walk around with drying cum in our pubes?” he asked, motioning for me to take his hand.

“Definitely yes.”

I let him help me up, and the cabin swam before my eyes. “Not to compare, but my old college roommate never left me cross-eyed.”

He bit his lip and pulled me toward my bedroom. I let him.

We shimmied out of our clothes while the water heated. The cum situation was quickly becoming dire, but I was happy to report that my interest in the rugby body type was still as strong as ever.

I’d felt pretty small next to him this entire trip, but now, with intimate knowledge of his tree trunk thighs and thick cock, I felt practically elven.

I mean, I’m not a slouch in the dick department, but …Jesus.

I clenched at the thought of it.