Wilde Love (Forever Wilde 6)

“C’mere,” he said roughly, reaching out for me.

I climbed back over him and pulled his shorts off, revealing dark blond curls at the base of his dick. I leaned in to bury my nose in them.

Doc bent his knees up on either side of me and put his hands in my hair again. “Christ, Major, are you… please.”

I put my tongue at the base of his shaft and licked upward before meeting his eyes just in time to see them roll back. He continued murmuring pleas for me to suck him and lick him. His fingers twitched in my hair but never gripped too tightly.

After taking his entire length into my mouth, I began to bob up and down, always watching his face for his reaction. Within seconds, I could feel his balls draw up tight as he got ready to climax. I cupped them gently with one hand.

“Major, Wes, Wes, Major,” he babbled. “Gonna—hnngghhhh!” His entire body arched as he emptied into my throat, hands clenching in my hair and toes stretching and then curling again.

As I lapped at his spent cock, I held my breath, waiting for the inevitable letdown in which he’d realized he’d just come in another man’s mouth and panic.

He looked at me with dazed eyes, almost confused. “I need to, ah…” Doc looked around. “I should…”

“You’re not going anywhere,” I said, trying to hold back both my hurt feelings and anger.

His eyes widened in surprise. “Even to go clean myself up in the bathroom? Or, um, hand you your drink to, ah, wash your mouth out?”

“There’s nothing to clean up. And I don’t need to wash your taste from my mouth.”

I sat back on my heels with my hands on my thighs trying desperately to ignore my still-hard dick. Suddenly Doc scrambled up and threw his arms around my neck, tackling me onto my back on the mattress and kissing me like a man possessed.

When we had to separate long enough to breathe, I asked, “What the hell? Not that I’m complaining. I just thought you were getting ready to bolt.”

Affection was clear on his face. “You thought I was regretting it.”

“Well, yes. I was afraid of that, anyway.”

Doc’s crooked grin squeezed my heart. “Not leaving, not regretting. In fact, I didn’t tell you this yet, but I’m staying over.”

“All night?” I asked in a higher pitch than I’d intended.

“Yep. Whether you like it or not. I told my parents the hands might have a late-night poker game and I’d probably bunk with them.”

I wrapped my legs around the back of his and noticed the scratchy texture of his happy trail on the thin skin of my erection. I pressed up into him and groaned. It would probably only take a few pathetic humps to get off.

The edge of his hairline was damp, and I reached up to brush the hair back from his forehead. “You’re even more handsome when you let go.”

“You’re the handsome one. Ask anyone in Hobie. I can’t tell you how many times people ask me to set you up with them.” He looked down at my lips and licked his own without realizing it. “Even before, um, Betsy passed… it used to bother me.” Doc’s eyes flicked back up to see my reaction to that.

“Bothered you that they wanted to date me?”

“Well, I mean… at the time I just thought I was jealous because I didn’t want to share your time. If you’d met someone and fallen in love with them, they’d have become your best friend instead of me, plus you’d have moved off the ranch.”

I continued running fingers through his silky blond hair. “But I wouldn’t have because I’m gay. You already knew that. Plus, my wife would move into this place with me.”

His narrowed eyes almost made me laugh. “I didn’t say my jealousy was rational, Major. And just hearing you say ‘my wife’ makes me want to punch something.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. I sat up and moved him until he straddled my lap with his legs around my back and my arms holding him close. His ass teased my dick, but I tried not to lose focus.

“Tell me more about how you want to keep me all to yourself,” I demanded with a euphoric grin.

Doc cupped my cheeks and kissed me softly, slowly, before reaching down and tentatively grasping my hard shaft.

I sucked in a breath. “Ohh fuck, Liam. Yes, just like that.”

He moved his lips to my neck and nipped at the thin skin over my pulse while he continued to move his hand up and down my length, squeezing and twisting as if he was jacking himself off.

I grasped the globes of his ass and squeezed, imagining what it would be like to slide between them one day and watch his face as I introduced him to his gland.