his
pleasure.
They were together in the mystery of the canyon, steeped in
the magic of their loving, in the rich glow of the moment.
“That’s right. Feels so good, Uriah, so good. That’s it. Now
ease back, or you’re going to push me too far, and I’m not near enough finished
with you yet.”
With a smacking pop, Uriah pulled off Gabe’s cock and sat up
to meet Gabe’s gaze. There was no mistaking the look of lust, or pride, and
maybe even a hint of ownership on Gabe’s face. He was sure his own face lit up
in a smug smile.
“You turn around now, Uriah. Lay back against my lap.”
“What the—” he began, confused about what Gabe might have in
mind. He turned his back, fairly certain they weren’t going to fuck out
here…but still his pulse thumped loudly in his ears.
“Relax. I’m gonna wash your hair, Uriah. Then we’re going to
go up and claim our woman. Think you can handle that?” Gabe grabbed Uriah’s
hair in a tight fist and tugged him sharply backward until he was on his back
in the small pool of water. It was as if the twist of the hair pulled directly
on his cock. The feeling of being overpowered, possessed, washed over him as
Gabe smiled down.
“Oh, yes, Uriah…I do know what you need. I’m going to give
it to you. Now just close your eyes and lie still. Strong fingers threaded
through his long hair and massaged his scalp. They used no shampoo, just cool,
fresh water. Then Gabe gathered Uriah’s hair and used it as a lever to help him
back into a sitting position. “Now you wash my back,” Gabe ordered. He dropped Uriah’s
heavy wet hair and turned around. Again, they were careful of the land and only
used the sand from the riverbed to scrub. Gabe stretched and arched like a cat
under his firm hands.
One minute Gabe acted as if he were going to devour Uriah,
the next Gabe demanded he return the attention. He was off balance, hyperaware
of every movement, of every breath, and horny as hell.
“Hey, you boys going to stay down there all night? Or can a
gal have some of that man-loving, too?” Diane called out, a smile in her voice.
Uriah looked into the laughing face of the man holding him
and smiled back. Whatever this was, it was all going to be okay. Gabe was
teaching him, he realized. Showing him how to be with a man, without
overwhelming him.
“Yes,” Uriah said, the word pulled from him on a sigh.
Gabe cupped Uriah’s face between his hands. “Yes, what,
Uriah?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
Gabe’s smile was slow and dead sexy. “You don’t need to
worry about that. Let’s go get our woman.”
Gabe’s words went straight to his core and raised his body
temperature by ten degrees. They were cool enough now with the water from the
river, but in their half cave, it might just get a little toasty. He could
handle it if they could.
****
Diane would have creamed her pants if she’d been wearing
any, when Uriah swallowed Gabe’s cock. The crude phrase made her smile. Just
how open was she willing to be? It wasn’t as if she’d actually led a chaste
life before she'd married Pete. She was very lucky it was only hepatitis B and
not HIV that had made her so ill. She’d been indiscriminate and often not aware
of her surroundings or the identity of her partners and she’d not used protection
consistently. Getting clean and sober had involved a year’s worth of blood
tests. Each one left her anxious, sick to her stomach, afraid of the results.
She’d had no pride, no sense of self-preservation.
Given her history, it was strange to realize that the
butterflies in her stomach were likely symptoms of shyness. Because she
realized her time with Uriah and Gabe was her second chance. She’d been a
hedonistic, self-absorbed, spoiled teenager who’d given away her innocence, her
body, in exchange for anything that would get her high. Uriah had saved her
from that life, but she’d never really believed she could be loved. Not after
the things she’d done.
Diane
pleasure.
They were together in the mystery of the canyon, steeped in
the magic of their loving, in the rich glow of the moment.
“That’s right. Feels so good, Uriah, so good. That’s it. Now
ease back, or you’re going to push me too far, and I’m not near enough finished
with you yet.”
With a smacking pop, Uriah pulled off Gabe’s cock and sat up
to meet Gabe’s gaze. There was no mistaking the look of lust, or pride, and
maybe even a hint of ownership on Gabe’s face. He was sure his own face lit up
in a smug smile.
“You turn around now, Uriah. Lay back against my lap.”
“What the—” he began, confused about what Gabe might have in
mind. He turned his back, fairly certain they weren’t going to fuck out
here…but still his pulse thumped loudly in his ears.
“Relax. I’m gonna wash your hair, Uriah. Then we’re going to
go up and claim our woman. Think you can handle that?” Gabe grabbed Uriah’s
hair in a tight fist and tugged him sharply backward until he was on his back
in the small pool of water. It was as if the twist of the hair pulled directly
on his cock. The feeling of being overpowered, possessed, washed over him as
Gabe smiled down.
“Oh, yes, Uriah…I do know what you need. I’m going to give
it to you. Now just close your eyes and lie still. Strong fingers threaded
through his long hair and massaged his scalp. They used no shampoo, just cool,
fresh water. Then Gabe gathered Uriah’s hair and used it as a lever to help him
back into a sitting position. “Now you wash my back,” Gabe ordered. He dropped Uriah’s
heavy wet hair and turned around. Again, they were careful of the land and only
used the sand from the riverbed to scrub. Gabe stretched and arched like a cat
under his firm hands.
One minute Gabe acted as if he were going to devour Uriah,
the next Gabe demanded he return the attention. He was off balance, hyperaware
of every movement, of every breath, and horny as hell.
“Hey, you boys going to stay down there all night? Or can a
gal have some of that man-loving, too?” Diane called out, a smile in her voice.
Uriah looked into the laughing face of the man holding him
and smiled back. Whatever this was, it was all going to be okay. Gabe was
teaching him, he realized. Showing him how to be with a man, without
overwhelming him.
“Yes,” Uriah said, the word pulled from him on a sigh.
Gabe cupped Uriah’s face between his hands. “Yes, what,
Uriah?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
Gabe’s smile was slow and dead sexy. “You don’t need to
worry about that. Let’s go get our woman.”
Gabe’s words went straight to his core and raised his body
temperature by ten degrees. They were cool enough now with the water from the
river, but in their half cave, it might just get a little toasty. He could
handle it if they could.
****
Diane would have creamed her pants if she’d been wearing
any, when Uriah swallowed Gabe’s cock. The crude phrase made her smile. Just
how open was she willing to be? It wasn’t as if she’d actually led a chaste
life before she'd married Pete. She was very lucky it was only hepatitis B and
not HIV that had made her so ill. She’d been indiscriminate and often not aware
of her surroundings or the identity of her partners and she’d not used protection
consistently. Getting clean and sober had involved a year’s worth of blood
tests. Each one left her anxious, sick to her stomach, afraid of the results.
She’d had no pride, no sense of self-preservation.
Given her history, it was strange to realize that the
butterflies in her stomach were likely symptoms of shyness. Because she
realized her time with Uriah and Gabe was her second chance. She’d been a
hedonistic, self-absorbed, spoiled teenager who’d given away her innocence, her
body, in exchange for anything that would get her high. Uriah had saved her
from that life, but she’d never really believed she could be loved. Not after
the things she’d done.
Diane
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