for Oliver? Should he lie on his back? Laughing at his own awkwardness, Oliver positioned Adam on his hands and knees and knelt between his calves. He ran his hands over Adam’s taut buttocks and followed the crease of his ass to the perfect dip along his spine.
Then he grabbed Adam’s cock in both hands and stroked him, tugging none too gently from root to tip. His own cock rode the sweaty crease between Adam’s cheeks, but he didn’t try to penetrate.
Adam groaned. Oliver felt his balls tighten against his body, just as Adam’s did. Pre-cum filled his palm and he used it to lubricate Adam’s tight ring of muscle. He ran his fingertip over the sensitive tissues, pressing harder with each pass.
Adam groaned and widened his stance, giving Oliver better access. He was so much larger than Oliver, his back broader, his legs longer, but his ass was perfectly positioned for penetration.
Oliver’s arousal grew, but he continued his slow pressure against Adam’s butt, spreading him wider, softening his sphincter muscle, relaxing it. Finally he was able to slip one finger inside, then a second, but his hands were smaller and he knew he needed more.
Adam’s breath huffed in short, sharp puffs. Oliver felt him shiver. He swept his palm over Adam’s cock and it twitched at the contact, spilling more thick, white fluid.
Do that again and I’m gonna blow all over your hand.
Laughing, Oliver ran his fingers once again along Adam’s length, testing him further. Adam groaned, but his pleasure filled Oliver’s thoughts.
Oliver covered the tip of his cock with Adam’s fluid, then pressed hard. The sense of pressure was amazing as he slowly pushed forward. Adam adjusted his legs and lowered his head, thrusting his buttocks against Oliver’s cock.
There was a sense of muscle giving, relaxing, then the tight ring slipped over the head of his cock and locked around the most sensitive part of his shaft. Oliver groaned and held still, fighting for control. Amazing. The sensation of being locked to Adam was purely amazing. Shivering with the need to come, to give over to desire, Oliver fought for control. It took him precious seconds to find it before he could push forward.
This was amazing. Totally new, totally unbelievable. He had no idea, even from the links he’d had with Adam, what it actually felt like to shove his cock deep inside another man, to experience the heat, the clench of internal muscles, the press of a tautly muscled ass against his groin.
He groaned and slowly withdrew. Adam’s thoughts filled his head, the convoluted yet lush thoughts of a man on the edge. Oliver pressed deep again, then eased out. Harder this time, faster, his hips swaying with a rhythm he found deep inside himself.
The pressure grew, the pleasure expanded. He reached around Adam’s waist and clasped his cock in both hands, squeezing and stretching the full length of it in time with his own powerful thrusts.
Suddenly Adam threw his head back and yelled, his shout as incoherent as his thoughts during climax. Thick streams of ejaculate splattered against the grass and his cock jumped in Oliver’s grasp.
Oliver felt the coil of his own climax, felt the sharp thrust of heat and power, the amazing sense of his balls squeezing hard and tight as he orgasmed deep inside the man who made him whole.
Body jerking, muscles tight, Oliver grasped Adam’s hips and buried himself as deep as he could. It seemed to last forever, this mind-blowing, life-shattering orgasm, his first ever while buried in the clenching, spasming body of the man he loved. Gasping, lungs dragging in huge draughts of air, Oliver leaned forward and rested his cheek against Adam’s back.
His hips still pumped, a feeble last blast of the waning spasms of what had to be the most wonderful climax any man had ever felt. He laughed, and even that sounded weak. “Holy shit.”
Adam turned his head and grinned. “That all you can say?”
Oliver nodded, still numb.
Adam laughed out loud. “Works for me. Damn it all, Ollie. I didn’t know you had it in you.”
Oliver grabbed the base of his cock and held onto the condom as he withdrew from Adam’s body and then rolled limply to the ground to lay beside him. “Actually, my friend,” he said, “I had it in you.”
“That you did, Oliver. That you did.”
Mei handed her bags to Eve and climbed into the backseat of the cab to sit beside her. “Sheesh. Ya think we bought enough stuff?” Laughing, she moved bags and shoe boxes out of the way, fastened her seat belt and leaned back in the seat.
Eve punched her lightly on the arm. “C’mon, now. Do you know any woman who ever has enough clothes? Or shoes?”
“Yeah, but hiking boots? In Florida? Where am I going to need those?”
Eve turned away and shrugged.
“What’s up, Eve? What’s going on?”
“I was…I’m hoping you’ll come to Montana with me.”
Montana? Mei hadn’t allowed herself to think beyond the here and now for so long, it took a moment for Eve’s comment to register. “I don’t know. I…”
Eve held up one hand. “No. Don’t give me an answer now. There’s no rush. Adam should be here soon. Wait until you meet him. He can tell you more about it, about our friends. I never realized how much I would miss them, but now I’ve found you, I don’t want to let you go, either.”
Mei nodded, speechless, and stared straight ahead. She couldn’t think about the bags and boxes piled around her, of Eve’s quiet declaration. She couldn’t think of leaving all that was familiar and moving to a state that might as well be a foreign country for all she knew about it. It was all so much. Too much, too soon. She’d never had so many beautiful things in her life, never had anyone spend money on her the way Eve had today.
Never had anyone care about her before.
They’d had a late lunch in a fancy restaurant with real china on the table and crystal glasses for drinks. She’d worn one of her new outfits right out of the store and felt perfectly dressed in a pale blue cotton skirt and a gauzy yellow top. The food was amazing. She’d had salmon and quiche and things she’d never heard of before, all perfectly prepared and served by an immaculately dressed waiter.
She might have been too nervous to eat, but Eve put her at ease, asking about her life, her goals, her dreams. It wasn’t easy, admitting her goals of college and a family of her own were long forgotten and her dreams so strange she couldn’t discuss them.
Dreams of running through thick forests and climbing steep cliffs and mountains, hearing the cry of night creatures, tasting fresh blood, thick and intoxicating on her tongue. She’d long ago given up trying to find an explanation for the strange places her mind took her at night. In some perverted way she actually looked forward to her dreams, to the escape they gave her from such a desolate reality.
Mei felt Eve’s fingers wrap around her hand. She squeezed a silent reply as the cab took them back to the motel. Eve paid the cabby while Mei grabbed up all the packages. “I’ve got everything,” she said. “Eve, I…” She stopped. Stared.
The hood on the black pickup was raised. There was a man, his broad back glistening with sweat as he fiddled with
