11. Dutton

Dutton

S o Lucille's food is really, really good, but my mind is solely on Walker. On what we did in the hot tub. On going for that crazy drive through the mud. Those panties.

I want to see them again. On him. Off him. I want to touch him again so badly, I practically scarf down my food—lucky I don't choke. He pays, with argument from me, but he says I can grab it next time.

Next time . There's going to be another date.

My insides warm with that knowledge. I can't wait. But this one isn't over yet, and I'm not at all upset about that as he drives us back to my place. The house really is starting to feel a little more like mine. The flowers in pots on the porch and the flowerbed in front, they help.

The hot tub in the back, although, I'm pretty sure I'm never going to see that hot tub again without getting hard. I'm okay with that though.

"What are you grinning about?" Walker's deep voice hits my ears and sends a shudder through my entire body.

"The hot tub. Memories."

I smile when I feel him moving over, his lips brushing over my temple and sliding down to my ear. "I hope to make many, many more."

There's that full-body shiver again. I turn and capture his mouth with mine, groaning at the taste of him again. This is new and exciting. I'm trying like hell not to lose focus, but it's hard when I open for him, and his tongue sweeps inside, driving me wild.

"Inside." I barely manage to get the word out, and when he nods his head, his lips still brushing over mine, and his nose drags against mine, I forget for a moment that I made a request. Because as much as I like his truck—which is not something I ever thought I'd say—I want to see him naked again, and that's just not easy here.

Finally, we part but only long enough to get inside my house, and then his mouth is crashing back to mine. Our coats come off and then our shirts as we kiss frantically and make our way into the living room.

"Condom?" I gasp out the question, my balls full and aching already. I'm desperate for release, but I also want to take my time with him.

He doesn't tease me about this only being our official first date or anything else. I can tell by the hungry way he watches me and by the way his pupils are blown wide, he's just as far gone as I am. He pulls a condom and a packet of lube out of the back of his jeans, but before he can undo them, I sit down on my couch and pull him to me by his hips.

He goes willingly, tossing the condom and lube next to me on the couch but doesn't move after that. My heart is thundering in my chest as I try like hell to get my libido in check.

I lick my lips and undo the button on his jeans, my eyes locked right in front of me on the way his cock is bulging, pushing against the denim. I slowly drag the zipper down, seeing only a hint of the silky lace from earlier. I swallow hard, my breath kicking up a notch. I'm starving for him. Desperate and aching.

I slowly, oh so slowly, push his jeans down, my hands moving to his firm, delectable ass, barely covered by the material that sets my blood on fire. I've never been with a guy who liked to wear lace. I've seen it a couple of times in porn, and it was always a turn-on, but nothing like this.

Seeing Walker—this strong, powerful man wearing a skimpy pair of lacy panties—fuck. I've never been so turned-on in my life. I push his jeans the rest of the way off, and he kicks them away. My dick is being strangled by my jeans, but I'm not worried about it right now.

I lean forward, breathing him in, my lips brushing over his hard cock through the lace. "Holy fuck, you're so sexy."

"Right back at you." His voice sounds strained, and when I look up, I can see his chest puffing rapidly, his eyes so full of lust and desire, I might melt from it. "Please."

My cock jerks behind my zipper, and I go back to work, mouthing his hard shaft through the panties. The tip of his cock is poking out—the panties can't contain him when he's completely hard—and I wrap my lips around the leaking tip, tasting the burst of flavor of his pre-cum. "God, you taste phenomenal."

He groans, and his fingers find my hair, going to the tie I used to secure half of it up into a twisted knot. He yanks it out, letting my hair fall around my face.

I'm so torn because I want to feast on his entire bare cock, but I can't get rid of the lace. I suck hard on the tip, my hands going around to his ass as I hold him firm. "I want to fuck you in these panties."

"Yes," he gasps, his fingers digging into my scalp and making me whimper. "Now. Yes. I need it."

I should take my time—who knows how many more times we'll have this—but I instinctively know this won't be the last time. I grab the lube and push the back of the panties out of the way, slicking my fingers with the sticky liquid. I find his crease and slide down to his hole, teasing him with the pad of my finger while I suck on the tip of his thick cock.

"You going to open for me—let me in?" I hear his shaky breath and soft pants but have to look up because he doesn't answer with words. He's too far gone for that. He gives me a shuddering nod, and I press my finger inside him.

He bears down, and it easily slips inside, letting me fill him as I lick and tease his slit, swallowing the tiny bursts of pre-cum. He's leaking like crazy, and it's doing incredible things to my insides.

He pushes back on my finger, fucking himself as he reaches for the condom. It's tricky, but we manage to get my pants and underwear down enough for him to slide the latex barrier over my aching shaft, and then I'm adding another finger inside him, stretching and torturing him with quick passes over his prostate that make him moan and whimper.

"Fuck. I'm too close," he pants and then grabs the wrist of the hand with my fingers still inside him. "Please."

I nod and slowly remove my fingers from him, but when he goes to push the lacy panties off, I quickly pull him onto my lap. "They stay on."

He grins, and I push them further out of the way as he straddles me. I wouldn't be surprised if they rip, but it's okay. I'll buy him more. I plan to get them very dirty. His cock is still pretty much covered by them, and I move my hand between us to slide it over his shaft, making sure the silky fabric strokes him just right.

He throws his head back, and I lean forward, licking over his Adam's apple that's pulled so tight, I feel every ridge. "Fuck me."

I can't say no to that, and we move to position my cock at his hole before he's sinking slowly down on me and making me see stars as I'm enveloped by his tight, warm heat.

"Oh holy shit, this could get addicting," I pant as I let him set the pace at first, trying not to thrust up into him as I inch my way inside.

His hands are on my shoulders as he lowers himself onto me, swallowing my cock, and then he leans in and kisses me hard as I bottom out. We start to move together, him rocking on my lap as I make short, quick thrusts into him, trying like hell not to come. I hold onto his firm ass as he rides me, and I kiss the hell out of him.

I need to come, but I don't want it to end. I've never felt this way before. Usually, I'm more than happy to get my partner off and get myself off, but I'm at war with myself at the moment because Walker is absolutely stunning like this.

His cheeks are flushed, his lips swollen as he pants with each upward thrust I make. His head is thrown back with pleasure. His muscles are strained and tight. Veins bulging with the exertion.

"You're beautiful," I say softly before grabbing his nape and pulling him in for another kiss.

"I'm close," he gasps into my mouth.

"Me too. Come for me. Get these panties so fucking filthy." He groans at that, riding me faster as I rub him through the silk and lace, his cock jerking. The tip of his cock is free, so when he comes, it hits his lower stomach and dribbles down, but it's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen.

I'm still holding onto the back of his neck as his ass squeezes the hell out of my cock, and he dribbles more cum from his slit, sliding into the panties.

"Oh. Fuck." My eyes slam shut, and I come hard into the condom, wishing like hell it was his ass. I want us both covered in cum. I want our cum to mix in those sexy panties of his.

I hold onto him for dear life as he bucks on top of me, milking my cock for every last drop until neither of us can move, and he collapses into my arms. "Holy shit, that was good," he says, smiling into my neck.

"We have to do that again."

He moves so he can brush my lips with his. "And again. And again."

No arguments from me. When we can move again, we both go to my bathroom and shower together. Our cocks are spent, but it doesn't stop us from touching and kissing nearly the whole time.

I lend him a pair of my boring-as-hell boxer briefs, and we get redressed. I'm worried he's going to say he needs to leave, but thankfully, he moves to sit down on my couch, and I go willingly into his arms.

We sit on the couch and flip through channels for a while before I say, "So what's next for fall in Kansas?" Mostly because I can't wait to hear about our next adventure. I think I want to fall in love with this place. I think I want a real reason to stay.

He smiles, one arm wrapped around me, pulling me into his side. "Halloween."

"I always liked Halloween. Usually went to some big gay parties where everyone dresses slutty, gets drunk as hell, and hooks up."

He chuckles at that. "Well, that's kind of close to my tradition."

"Oh yeah?" I look over at him, that shit-eating grin on his handsome face.

"Sure."

Somehow, I don't think he's being totally honest with me about that, but I really couldn't care less.

I'm ready.