5. Zeke

Chapter five

Zeke

T hough it wasn't supposed to get above sixty degrees today, it was still a really nice time to walk through the forest surrounding the resort. The bright sunlight made the red and gold leaves practically glow, while copses of evergreens offered mysterious hideaways. The path they walked along was wide and clear, but I was still glad that I had remembered to bring an old pair of boots that laced up to my ankles. Honestly, I had no idea why I even owned a pair of—

Oh, fuck . They were Anthony's boots, not mine. I'd stolen my ex's goddamned hiking boots.

Well, that was a shitty reminder. Suddenly, the hike wasn't so great anymore. I kind of hoped to find a big pile of bear shit so I could drop the boots in it. Walking back to the resort in nothing but socks would be worth knowing I'd left—

"Ezequiel!"

I looked up at Fabian's admonishment and immediately smiled. "Yes?"

"You're doing the face again."

I had thought I'd be safe from Fabian's notice if I walked at the back of the group, but apparently the little spitfire was going to monitor me anyway.

"I just realized that these are my ex's boots," I said in self-defense.

Fabian looked down at my footwear, his hands on his hips. "Ugh," he moaned before he threw up his hands. "Well, they're yours now!"

He had a point. As Fabian got everyone walking again, I tried to accept that I'd needed boots and now had some. Where they'd come from didn't matter. I'd think of them as a donation from someone who probably didn't even know they were missing. Fucking Anthony .

Attempting to get back into the spirit of the hike, I listened as the guide from the resort told us about the different trees and animals around us. Every now and then, she mentioned that this was the place where so-and-so reported seeing a great black beast standing on two legs and blah, blah, blah. Clearly, she'd read that fake family history at The Magic Shop. Why that annoyed me so much, I wasn't sure. Maybe because of my ridiculous tarot reading? Yeah, maybe .

"Here we have Lupas Falls," the guide said as we stood about fifteen feet back from the pool of the waterfall. "It's two hundred feet high and feeds the Lupassilva Creek, which flows to the Roaring Fork River south of here." The pretty blond woman smiled like she had a secret. "Rumor has it that a pack of werewolves once lived in the caves behind the falls."

I contained my groan at that information. Sure, there was what looked to be a ledge running along one side of the cliff and possibly behind the falls, but did that have to mean anything lived there? And the water was probably never warm at any time of year, so who would ever want to live behind a constant flow of frigid water?

Gasping at the sudden appearance of a naked man, I watched as he dove through the falling water and into the pool. When I turned to see if anyone else just saw that, I realized that the rest of them had already walked off down the path. They'd be jealous as hell that they hadn't seen that beautiful sight.

My breath caught when the naked man turned out to be Sacha as he started walking out of the water. No part of him seemed to mind the chilly water as he wiped droplets from his face and smiled wickedly at me. The sunlight made all those pale muscles sparkle and shine, mesmerizing me. His uncut cock swayed in front of him as he walked. A moment later, Sacha was right up in my personal space, still grinning and angling for a kiss.

Moaning as Sacha owned my mouth, I realized that I shouldn't have worried about him earlier. He was just fine with discovering he was into men. Totally fine. Grinding on and tongue-fucking me fine.

Sacha tapered off the kiss, and I found myself chasing the man's lips. With his grin back, he said, "I watched so much gay porn when I got home last night."

"Oh?" I chuckled, feeling like I might be starring in some porn right now. "Did you?"

"Mm-hm." He kissed me again, lingering, tasting. "I really want to try a blowjob."

I nodded. Blow the naked man frying my brain with incendiary kisses? I could do that, no problem. "Okay. Yeah, sure."

Before I knew what was happening, Sacha had dropped to his knees and started opening my pants. Oh! He meant he wanted to try giving a blowjob? I was one hundred percent onboard with that version of events, too.

"Alright?" Sacha curled his fingers around the waistband of my underwear.

I nodded. "Ab-absolutely, yeah."

Sacha tugged the front of my underwear down to reveal my semi-hard cock. Immediately, I regretted letting my personal grooming routine lapse lately. Sacha deserved things trimmed for his first time, but he was getting a salt-and-pepper, vintage bush down there. I knew I was bigger than I looked at the moment, too, so that was embarrassing. I opened my mouth to…explain? Apologize? I wasn't sure, but all of a sudden, Sacha opened up and sucked half of my cock into his mouth.

"Fuck! O-okay, easy. It's not—huh!—a r-race."

Because Sacha might not have a whole lot of technique, but his porn viewing had given him enough of the basics to make my brain misfire a few times. Sacha was down there moaning as he bobbed on my cock with a look of bliss on his beautiful face already. And then he went and pulled my jeans and underwear down to my knees so he could grab handfuls of my ass. Sacha moaned again and took me deeper.

Bare-assed in the forest. That had not been on my bingo card for this trip. But, well, here I was. No sense in not enjoying the moment, right? Jesus, Sacha's mouth was hot. Temperature-wise and whatever he was doing with his tongue in there.

Sacha suddenly choked, backing off as he coughed a few times.

"E-easy," I stammered. "You can use…" Fuck, I was panting like I'd run a mile! I gasped a deep breath and tried again. "Use your hand, too. Then you can't go down too far."

Sacha nodded like a good little student—and goddamn if that didn't rev my engine in ways I hadn't realized before—and then he wrapped his warm hand around the bottom half of my throbbing cock. A tremble went through me, and I had to fight back coming right then and there. Closing my eyes and fisting my hands, I took a few deep breaths.

"Oh, fuck!" I hollered because Sacha was now sucking the life out of me. His full concentration was right there on the head. Shit, I was going to come. No, not yet. Not yet!

"Wait!"

I came anyway. I watched Sacha pull back, big eyes wide with concern and swollen lips parted. My cock unceremoniously erupted on him. The first two shots hit Sacha's mouth and chin before he seemed to make a decision and lean back in. He wrapped his perfect lips back around my cockhead for the third pump. I hollered in sharp pleasure as his tongue swirled and licked. Sacha made a happy moaning sound and his eyes seemed to twinkle as he gazed up at me.

Dear god, the man was going to kill me.

Sacha popped up suddenly, pressing close and biting his bottom lip. "Will you touch me?"

"Y-yes," I said, nodding. "Of course, yes."

Sacha guided my hand to his straining cock. Oh, it was beautiful, like the rest of him. Uncut and ridged with veins, stroking him had me seeing stars all over again. I wanted to suck him, bend over for him, but Sacha was kissing me and thrusting his hips, pinning me against him with one arm around my waist and the other cradling my head. I opened up and moaned, my stroke a little awkward at this angle but I was going to give it my all.

Sacha didn't need anything fancy or extended, and I took that as a compliment when he quickly came. Cum spattered my thigh and hip as Sacha thrust and moaned. He stumbled a little, and I caught him close as we both panted through it.

Something tickled my skin and I looked down to see a drop of cum slithering down my thigh. Before I could do something about it, Sacha caught it and rubbed it into my skin. And then he used his whole hand to massage the rest in, too.

For a moment, I was a little grossed out by that move, but then I looked at his face. The low-lidded eyes and parted lips added to the deep breaths he was taking had me thinking maybe Sacha was getting off on marking me. Like a lot. Watching him do it was turning me on all over again. If I'd been ten years younger, I'd have been ready for round two.

Sacha noticed me watching and huffed a laugh before kissing my forehead. I found myself wrapped in his embrace, the two of us sighing simultaneously. It was ridiculously sweet for two naked strangers in the forest. Well, one half -naked man. Was I really standing here in the woods with my pants around my knees? The chilly breeze across my butt said yes.

"Could you leave it?" Sacha asked quietly.

"Hmm? Leave what?"

He spread his hand over where I was still sticky. "This."

Okay, so I had developed a new kink today. Being marked by a lover—check! Getting asked to leave myself cum-covered—double-check! I nodded. "Yeah, I can do that."

Sacha smiled and kissed my cheek. "Thanks for letting me suck you off. I promise I'll get better at it."

That startled a laugh out of me. "Well, I'm here whenever you want to practice."

Sacha stepped back and raked his gaze over me in a very flattering way before licking his lips. But then he was walking back toward the waterfall's pool.

"Where are you going?" I hauled my jeans and underwear back up.

"I left my clothes in the caves behind the falls."

I snorted and rolled my eyes. "Like the werewolves, huh?"

Sacha stopped and looked over his shoulder, eyebrows raised and lips parted. Then he slowly smiled and nodded. "Exactly."

Shaking my head, I finished straightening my clothes as Sacha dove into the water and swam toward the ledge beside the falls. He pulled himself out with the ease of strong, young muscles and raised a hand in farewell before disappearing behind the cascade of falling water. That had to be the single weirdest place to leave absolutely anything.

Figuring I should catch up with the rest of the wedding party, I turned to follow the path only to stop short. Tucked into the bark of the pine beside me was a tarot card. The Moon card to be exact.

"What the fuck?" I whispered as I stepped away from it. How the hell had that gotten there? Dropped on the ground, I might be able to understand. But stuck on a tree at eye level? I looked around, almost expecting that damn magic shop owner to be lurking somewhere.

No one was there.

I left the damn card where it was and jogged off down the path. Maybe someone was using a deck of tarot cards to mark their way. I didn't know and didn't care. It was just a crazy coincidence. Nothing more. Everything was fine.

Everything was just fine .