Page 55 of Roguefinder

Mouth on mine, he caught one of my nipples and pinched, twisting until pain sparked bright behind my eyelids.

“I need to clamp these,” he growled against my lips.

The image of it landed in my head, and I whimpered as I rutted against him, driving my erection into his. More desperate sounds climbed my throat. Blood pumped to my dick in pulses strong enough to register on an EKG.

“Would you like that, baby?” he asked, dragging his lips down my neck. He caught my other nipple and gave it the same cruel treatment. “Wearing my clamps?”

“Yes, sir.” I threw my head back, my eyes on the branches above us. Fuck, yes, I’d like it. And I knew he wasn’t bluffing. He probably had a bottomless trunk of nipple clamps like a kinky Mary Poppins.

More lightning spiderwebbed the sky. A second later, thunder rolled through the air.

“But not right now,” Jesse said in my ear. He pulled back, smiling a little when I chased his mouth. With a firm hand on my shoulder, he pressed me down.

I went to my knees without protest—or thought, really. Just folded, my hands already reaching for his cock. Mud squelched around my knees, but I didn’t give a single fuck, my mouth watering for his prize of a dick. His foreskin was retracted, his slit drooling precum. I grasped him at the base and licked it away, moaning when salt and musk hit my tongue.

He braced his feet wide and tangled his fingers in my hair. “Suck me.”

I obeyed, opening wide and taking him straight to the back of my throat. The corners of my mouth burned from the stretch. Damp pubic hair tickled my nose, and I mashed my face into it, dragging cedar and man into my lungs. Jesse.

Mine.

“Christ, Caleb.” He tightened his grip and held still, cock halfway down my throat. My eyes watered as the rain hammered my shoulders and my lungs began to burn.

Just as my vision went blurry, he pulled out.

I swayed on my knees, chest heaving. Rain and drool ran down my chin. I wiped it on the back of my wrist and opened my mouth wide.

“Baby…” Jesse rasped. He forced me back on his dick, the head plunging past my gag reflex. This time, he didn’t hold still. He fucked my face with deep, unhurried rolls of his hips, one hand fisted in my hair and the other braced against the oak above my head. His heavy sack slapped my chin, and his ragged breaths mixed with the fleshy sound of his shaft punching into my mouth.

Thunder boomed again, closer now, and the vibration traveled from my knees to my chest.

My cock ached but I didn’t touch it. Jesse hadn’t given permission, and it wasn’t like I could ask with my mouth full of his dick. Every time he drew back, I gulped a desperate breath. Each time he pushed inside, I forgot I needed air at all. Oxygen was overrated anyway.

Rain hit my shoulders, my face, the top of my head. It ran into my eyes, mingling with the tears wrenched loose by Jesse’s cock nailing my throat.

Thunder shook the ground. Jesse stared down at me with eyes like stars gone supernova, his breaths coming in harsh rasps between his parted lips. Rain slicked his chest and rippling abs. Beads of it trickled down his happy trail to the dark curly hair on his groin. His fingers flexed against the back of my skull.

I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard on the upstroke. Precum shot down my throat, and I moaned around his shaft.

“Good boy,” he grated, swiping a rough thumb over my cheekbone. “More, puppy.”

I did it again, sucking and swallowing. Lightning crackled across the sky, the strobed white light illuminating every drop of rain on his shoulders.

My knees sank deeper into the wet ground. Pine needles stabbed my shins. Heat flashed through my veins, at odds with the chill whispering over my skin.

“Enough,” Jesse growled. He moved in a blur, and I was suddenly on my back with my legs spread and Jesse on his knees between them. Rain dripped from his jaw as he shoved my legs up and barked, “Hold them.”

Panting, I grabbed the backs of my thighs and pulled my knees to my shoulders. Rain hit the backs of my shins, my cleft, my asshole.

Jesse loomed above me like some pagan nature god. Mud smeared his abs. The rain had turned his brown hair black, and his eyes were two burning amber slits. His erection thrust from its nest of dark hair, looking way too fucking big to fit inside me.

He leaned down and spit on my opening. I was still moaning when he licked his fingers and pushed one deep.

My ring fluttered and clamped around the burn. Lust crawled up my guts. He pumped his spit inside me, stroking and caressing like he’d mapped my walls. And he had. He’d memorized me, and now he stretched me just the way he wanted me. My balls pulled tight. Rain fell in my eyes, but I blinked it away, no time for that shit when Jesse was working me open with the skill of a maestro.

Goosebumps prickled over my skin. A slutty moan broke from me as I let my knees fall wide, heels hitting the dirt.

Jesse dropped his gaze to my cleft. He spread me open with his thumbs and stroked up and down my damp rim. His nostrils flared, and his voice was almost reverent as he said, “Damn, baby, you’ve got a nice hole.”