CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO Dirk

I supposed that some guys were only capable of coming once and then needed hours, maybe even days, until they were ready for round two. I wasn't one of those men.

I laid Blake gently down on the bed, removed his shorts, and then slid over the top of him, nesting between his legs and using my elbows as support to keep me from crushing him. "That was nice," I said, looking down at his beautiful face. "I'm sorry if I was too forward, but you're quite irresistible, Blake."

"That was the best game of poker I've ever played," he said. "But I'm not sure about something. Did I win or lose?" he joked, wrapping his arms around my neck and pulling me on top of him.

"You sure you can hold two hundred pounds?" I asked.

He tickled my sides and kissed my chin. "I'm stronger than I look."

"What you look like is sexy, in my humble opinion," I stated.

"I bet you say that to all the stranded hikers you lure to your sky-high sex lair." Blake lifted his arms above his head and exposed his neck for me to explore. I had a thing for long and delicate necks and his was an extraordinary example for my weakness. I buried my mouth onto his skin and he shuddered underneath me.

I began to slowly pump into him as he moved his hips in acceptance of my hint. His legs wrapped around my waist and my cock slid between his ass cheeks. "I don't have any condoms," I confessed, worried it was game over before we even began.

I lifted my head to check on his expression, deciding to kiss him instead of wait for a response. He tasted like wine and heaven, a deadly combination for my weak defenses. Blake was a tender kisser and he let me lead, which was precisely what got me going. While I preferred masculine men in their everyday behavior, I favored my sexual partners to be more on the passive side of things. My need was simple: I wanted to lead in the bedroom. They could lead in every other aspect of our lives, but the bedroom was my domain.

"I haven't had sex in nearly eighteen months," he began. "And six of that was while in a supposed relationship," he confessed. "I've also been tested three times since then because I was with a serial cheater."

"I've had one date in two years. We didn't have sex. Like I said, people think I'm boring," I admitted. "My last test six months ago was negative. In fact, my doc suggested that if I'm not having sex, I didn't need to bother with testing. That should show you how much of a loser I am."

"I don't see you that way," he said. "If anything, I think you're pretty awesome, and I've just met you."

Blake smiled up at me and I couldn't ignore the swelling of my heart. I'd hated him the moment I met him and here I was pouring my guts out to him. He was distant but I thought I understood why. I suspected that he needed human touch and to feel either wanted or safe. Maybe both. I saw myself as the type to provide both of his wants even if I didn't know who he was.

"I get lonely out here, Blake," I admitted from out of nowhere. "I do the job because I feel just as alone when I'm back in the city."

"I get that," he whispered, tearing up.

His pain was like a beacon to my need to protect. I assumed that perhaps he normally wasn't an open person with his feelings. Maybe my insight came from witnessing him when he first arrived on the scene, or possibly I knew when I saw him through binoculars when he thought he was alone and gave into his anguish by screaming his agony to the forest.

Our mouths connected and we tenderly kissed. All of the feelings of loneliness evaporated with him near me, and the way he gave himself over to my advances made me desire him even more. I worried though. Blake admitted he was filled with pain and sorrow, and considering him as a source for companionship was most likely premature.

"Are you okay?" I asked quietly when we disconnected.

He pulled me closer to his naked body, if that was possible since I was laying on top of him, and buried his face in my neck, holding onto me tighter. My heart broke at his nonanswer. He wasn't okay. However, oddly enough, he was erect. "Will you make love to me?" he asked, like the gentlest of angels might ask. "I want to feel something, anything, for just a little while."

I didn't answer him, instead I turned his face to mine and placed my lips on his. I took my time exploring his lips with my tongue before moving beyond them and into his waiting mouth. We united as one and shared a lifeline between us that I had never felt in my entire life. He was my match and I didn't know how to share the discovery with him. Could I?

I became hard again and reached for the lube sitting next to my bed from the many frustrating jack-off sessions I endured day after day, week after week, until I was sexually numb to any real satisfaction.

"I want all of you inside me," he whispered, throwing his hands above his head and giving himself over to my guidance. Blake seemed to know what made me tick as if he'd read the handbook about my personal desires and pleasures.

I sat back and between his legs. "Spread your legs," I said. He did as I asked and our eyes remained locked. "You want my cock in your ass?" He nodded shyly and I pushed my lubed finger against his hole. "How much do you want it?"

"I don't want it," he whispered, his eyelids heavy with want. "I need your cock inside me." I pushed a finger inside of him and he sighed from the realization that I was indeed going to make love to him. "Deeper please."

Blake pulled his knees to his chest while I was between them and circling a second finger around his entrance. "You ready?" I asked, pushing another digit inside of him and gently stretching him before he got something considerably larger. "You look amazing," I added, coming to my knees and moving forward, placing his ankles on my shoulders.

He winced as I pressed the tip against his resistance. "Its been a long time," he said. "Give me just a second." I noticed when he relaxed and pushed harder, breaking through and into his warmth. "Ohhh," he moaned as I moved deeper and deeper into him.

Once completely inside of him I moved the backs of his knees to the inside of my elbows and pressed forward until I was above him, our mouths joining once again. His knees were nearly to his chin as he absorbed all of me and I held myself there, careful to let him catch up with me.

"Still doing okay?" I whispered into his ear after we parted mouths.

He moved his mouth to my ear and we both breathed slowly into the other's. "I'm doing amazing," he admitted, slowly beginning to move his hips as I let him work my cock comfortably. I hadn't been in a man in years but I knew I wouldn't prematurely ejaculate. That was the reason for the blow job. I could perform now and make sure he was satisfied.

Blake moaned softly in pleasure as we moved as one. He lifted himself off of the bed and met my forward movements as our bodies melted into one being. We were in a magical dance and what had started as a silly stripping game had somehow morphed into two men giving themselves to the other in a shared rescue.

"You're incredible," I said against his ear. "You feel so…so…" I couldn't find the words. He felt like every man I'd ever wanted and yet I sure as hell couldn't express that thought at this point. "You feel nice," I said, falling way short of what I'd wanted to say.

I wrapped my hands around the back of his head and pulled him to my chest as we moved in unison, him welcoming me and me sharing the only part of me that he'd asked for. My emotions were in high gear, but wasn't this a casual encounter fueled by wine and our thrown-together storm connection?

His cock rubbed against my stomach as we moved more intently, our breathing elevating as our physical actions became forceful. I began to pump into him and he met every thrust with one of his own. "Ohhhhhh," he groaned, moving his head side to side and lifting his ass off of the bed so his cock could continue grinding against my abs.

My hands remained behind his head and I pulled him closer and held him tighter as we sped toward the finish line. "You close, baby?" I asked, sweat beading on my forehead. "I'm almost there." And I was. Blake had me so worked up with the connection we shared that I was literally losing my mind. The emotions of what I was feeling, coupled with his ability to work with me in such an amazing sexual experience, had me reeling in confusing thoughts of want. I wanted him to never leave. I wanted to go wherever he was going. I wanted him. All feelings that were impossible. We'd met little more than twenty-four hours earlier.

"Right there," he said, inhaling sharply as his prostate woke up. "Yes. Holy…Oh, fuck. Yeeesssss!" he bellowed, as his load shot between our sweaty skin.

The moment he reached climax I immediately followed after trying very hard to hold off. "Mmmm," I groaned, relaxing into him as my pleasure filled him. "So good. So good," I repeated.

We remained joined as we caught our breath and held one another. We didn't voice any words as we both allowed the act to express itself. I couldn't speak for him but I'd never experienced such an intense sexual connection with a total stranger in my life. The saddest reality was that I had never experienced such an amazing sexual connection with anyone, regardless of how many times we may have had sex.

I rolled over and pulled him on top of me, his head leaning on my chest. The rain was steady as the sky darkened. There would be no snow left by morning. I glanced down just in time to witness Blake drifting into sleep. I hoped he didn't go too far because I wanted to go where he was, even if it was a dream.