So. Long(237)

A thread of anticipation runs through me as Buck comes into view. He leans against a tree, shorts hanging low on his hips, arms crossed over his bare chest. I pull in a trembling breath.

I repeat in my head the same talk I’ve given myself the last two times we’ve met. It’s just sex—no different than any other guy I’ve been with. I didn’t want emotional entanglements then, I don’t want them now. Especially with Buck. He’s heartbreak on a stick. The first time liked to have taken me down.

Sex doesn’t mean love. It doesn’t now, and it won’t.

If I tell this to myself enough, I’ll eventually believe it. I just hope that happens before he leaves again.

He pushes away from the tree and holds out his hand as I get close enough to take it. Lifting my knuckles to his lips, he brushes my skin like a feather. Then he turns my hand to give me a warm kiss on the inside of my wrist, leaving a trail of goosebumps as he works his way to the crook of my elbow. He sucks in the slightest bit of skin before making a path further up my arm to my shoulder.

He loosens the bow tied at my nape. “You really should just show up naked when we get together.”

My breath quickens as he pulls the fabric holding my breasts to my waist. My nipples bead and pucker. Buck turns me so his cock pushes against my ass. His arms circle me as he lays kisses across my back from one shoulder to the other.

“Fuck. You smell good, Lou.” He takes the blanket from me and spreads it on the ground, in a place that’s been cleared of fallen branches and pinecones.

“Looks like you got here early.”

It doesn’t mean a thing that he spent some time preparing a place for us to make lo—have sex. He just doesn’t want a pinecone stuck up his butt when I climb on and we go at it.

He nods to a basket parked at the base of the cedar tree we used to decorate with paper ornaments during Christmas. “I thought you might like a snack. Sustenance for strength; you’re gonna need it.”

A giggle escapes before I can call it back. “You sure think a lot of your stamina, don’t you, Bucky Boy?”

He grabs his chest as though he’s been shot. “Oh. You wound me, Lou.”

“Wound you, my ass. Your ego’s so over inflated, there’s no way one little jab could inflict any harm.”

He tugs on the bodice of my sundress. “Strip.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Strip. It’s National Naked Picnic Day.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me. National Naked Picnic Day?”

“Sure. It’s a new holiday, not celebrated by many, but the brave will bare their essentials to take part in the festivities.”

“The brave, eh?”

“Yup. You’re brave, right?”

I shake my head. “This is silly, but whatever.”

I shimmy my dress off, tossing it into his face.

He smashes it to him, inhaling loudly. “Damn, you smell good, Woman! What is that?”

I grab my dress, yanking it from his grasp. “That’s just my magical pussy.”

“Magical pussy is right.” He unbuttons his shorts, his eyes devouring my breasts and traveling south to my mound.

The breeze picks up and my nipples contract once more.

Buck pushes his shorts to the ground. His cock is hard and long, the little vein along the side curling into a spiral an inch and a half from the head.

I drop to my knees on the blanket, running my hand down his muscular thigh. I wrap my hand around his dick and gently pull him to stand before me.

He pushes his fingers through my hair. “You don’t have to do that, Lou. That’s not what I want from you.”

I lick the end of his hard-on like it’s a lollipop, swirling my tongue to capture the salty, clear liquid getting ready to drip from its tip. He groans.

I look up through my lashes, running his erection along my bottom lip. “What do you want from me?”

He lets out a quick breath, his six-pack tightening when I take him into my mouth. I wrap my lips around his cock only to pull it out slowly, sliding my tongue back and forth as I go.

“Fuck, Lou. Shit.” He pushes his hips forward as I take him in.

I pull back again, this time letting the head slip down my chin, rubbing its wetness along the underside of my jaw from one side to the other. “What did you say you want from me, Buck?”

“I—fuck, Lou—I just want you. I told you that.”

I slip his cock back into my mouth, deeper into the back of my throat, though I can’t take him in all the way. I wrap my fingers around the base of his erection, gripping firmly as I pump him in and out of my mouth, until his knees are bent and his hips move with my motions.

Holding onto his ass cheeks, I pull him in tighter, sucking hard.