Chapter Four

 

“Take off your clothes.”

Well, that was fast, I thought staring at Tate in surprise at his order. I’d suspected the chemistry between us but when he had trekked with me back to his cabin, after the storm, he had remained aloof. Even when he had carried me in his arms a part of the way, he hadn’t given me the feeling he was interested. Contrary to what many people believed, a gay man didn’t just sleep with another gay man. I may not be his type and I still didn’t know for certain he was gay.

“Excuse me?” I gaped at him as he reached for his sodden shirt and pulled it over his head. He reached for the button at the front of his jeans and started working on it too.

“Get out of your wet clothes or you may get sick,” he explained. “What did you think I was talking about?”

Blushing, I refused to comment but reached for my own shirt and took it off. I stared at his chest, noting how different we were in size. Tate was a huge man. He had arms like limbs and feet like trunks. Damn, he was hot. I stifled a groan at my interest, always in these men who were physically more powerful.

When he was down to his underwear, he walked from the bedroom which made me comfortable enough to take off my shorts. My briefs were soaked through and my cock was outlined in the white cotton material. Who the hell wore white briefs on a hike? But Keith had insisted I bring them, as he liked seeing my ass in the tiny whites. I wondered if it would have the same effect on Tate. He’d undressed so casually in front of me that I thought, probably not.

I was rubbing my arms, acknowledging that I was feeling a little cold, when Tate re-entered the bedroom. It was nicer than I thought a log house would be, with a queen-sized bed and fluffy pillows. There was a dresser with mirror as well and a chest of drawers. From an inside door, I spotted a closet.

“Here you go.” Tate passed me the towel and I rubbed down with the fluffy material. There was something odd about this man. The quality of the towel was the finest. Who lived in the mountains and took care in selecting towels for comfort?

He was still bare-chested and had a towel wrapped around his narrow waist.

“Let’s get you on the bed so I can check your ankle,” he told me and when I would have struggled to make it on my own, he scooped me up and placed me on the bed. Our near naked bodies and our nearness wreaked havoc on my senses. I closed my eyes and hoped he didn’t see my erection making my attraction to him evident. Good lord, I had to push the image from my mind of him pressing me into the mattress.

He grasped my right foot gently and my eyes flew open. His touch was gentle, but his calloused palms caused enough friction on my skin that I was no longer shivering. Heat coursed through my veins. I followed his gaze to the ghastly purplish bruise on my ankle. It was swollen and hurt when he poked it. I tried to concentrate on the pain in my foot instead of the ache in my groin.

“I think it’s just a sprain,” he surmised aloud and ran his hand up my hairless leg, without thought. A moan slipped from my mouth, which I tried to cut short, but it was too late. The reality of what he was doing hit him and he jerked his hand away. “I need to get you an ice pack,” he stated and started to move away from me.

I was as surprised as he was, when I reached out a hand and grasped his bicep to stop him from moving. My heart was pounding in my chest again at the feel of the muscles. I had no idea if I was doing the right thing. I just knew I was wound so tight and my damn cock wouldn’t give me an ease since I met him. Here he was, and I was a free man. I assumed he was unattached as well, so what did it really matter if I engaged in a little flirtation with him?

I’d been a flirt before Keith.  never pursue a man outright but if I was interested, I found ways to drop hints. I had been dropping them at Tate since we were in the bushes together but he hadn’t picked them up. I’d thought I would just let it go but that instant he had rubbed his hand up my leg, I knew I couldn’t.

“Thanks for everything, Tate,” I told him. “You’re right. I probably wouldn’t have made it down the mountain alone. Thanks for following me.”

“It’s nothing,” he responded but his voice had deepened even more.

“Is it though?” I said softly. “It’s okay.”

The words were hardly out my mouth when he gripped the back of my head and pulled me into him.

“I was trying not to do this,” he whispered, his lips just a hairbreadth away from mine. “I wanted to leave you alone, but your eyes have been begging me for this. You’ve no idea what you’re inviting Bryan.”

Instead of backing away, I inclined my head so our lips met. If I thought for one second that I would be taking over the kiss, I was mistaken. Tate held me hard against him while he plundered my lips like a man who had been without water for days. He flooded my mouth with his tongue and I sucked it into my mouth, running my hands over his biceps. God, he felt good, his muscles rippling beneath my caress. This was the reason I always chose these bigger men. They just felt damn good to rub against.

We kissed for a long time, hands roaming each other’s bodies. He ran his hands over my shoulders and down my slender back. He slanted his lips over mine and sucked my tongue into his mouth, pressing me back into the bed and climbing over me.

“Shit,” I murmured as he kissed across my cheekbone. I could feel his heavy cock on my thigh.

“You’ve been wanting this all the while you were with me, haven’t you?” he groaned.

“Yes,” I gasped as he toyed his tongue over my nipples. He sucked one into his mouth and I writhed beneath him, tugging the towel off his body. Reaching between our bodies, I grasped his cock. He was thick as he was long and it excited me to rub him up and down.

“That feels so fucking good,” he groaned. “Fuck yeah, don’t stop now.”

He didn’t have to ask me twice. I jerked on his cock while he kissed me again and thrust into my fist.

The raw hunger between us that I felt was something very rare and I was shocked. At each stroke of his tongue against mine, and at the stroke of his fingers, I was engulfed by more heat. While I didn’t mean to compare, I couldn’t remember feeling this explosive heat with Keith. The sex had been good but this, what Tate and I were doing reeked of raw sexual chemistry. Attraction in its purest form.

“It’s been too long,” Tate growled licking the shell of my ear. “Too long since I’ve felt this. Tell me I don’t have to wait.”

“You don’t have to wait,” I gasped out and that was all the encouragement he needed. I released his cock and he moved over to the bedside table. He shuffled around and returned with a condom and a small tube of lube.

“Put it on me,” he said and tossed the condom at me. I ripped it open, my excitement drowning out the rational thought that this was too damn soon. I didn’t know the man except that he had possibly saved my life. Fuck, people slept with others for less reason, I decided as I smoothed the condom over his cock. I barely had it on before he had me flat on my back again. He pushed my legs apart and knelt between my thighs. He gripped the base of my dick in his hand and settled his mouth over the bulbous head. I wasn’t as big as he was, just an average but he treated me like I was a damn stallion. He sucked my cock, licking the tip before bobbing his head up and down.

“Oh, fuck, Tate!” I cried out and sank my fingers into his long hair. He kissed down my shaft and to my balls, his beard tickling my skin. He rocked back on his heels to dribble lube over my puckered entrance. With a hum of pleasure deep inside his chest, he leaned forward to suck my cock into his mouth once more while his fingers massaged the lube into my hole. He pushed one finger through the tight ring of muscles, wiggling his finger in a clockwise motion as he plunged deeper.

“Oh God!” I cried, my head digging into the bed, my torso rising in the air. Another finger joined the first and he prepared me for his entry with deep slow strokes. Crooking his finger as he plunged, he hit the right spot and I almost jumped out of my skin. I whimpered in my throat, the sound trapped between a gasp and a cry.

 “Perfect,” he groaned in appreciation. Kneeling, he grasped his shaft, coated it with a generous amount of lube and guided the head to my anus. He pressed, and I relaxed, breathing hard through my mouth from the desire twisting in my gut.

“Uh!” I grunted as he got the head inside and started filling me deeper with his shaft. When he had fed me half his length he paused and peered down into my face. He leaned over and kissed me, muffling my moan as he pressed his full length inside me. I gasped at the girth of him stretching me open.

“Good?” he asked, withdrawing and plunging hard inside me.

“Fuck yeah!” I agreed, grasping my cock with my right hand. I pumped my cock as he pumped inside my hole. He hissed between his teeth each time he plunged into my ass. He ran his hands over my abs, pressing into my chest as he leveraged himself and thrust even harder.

He pulled out and motioned for me to lie on my side. He crowded behind me and raised my left leg.

“Don’t want to hurt your ankle,” he whispered, sucking my earlobe into his mouth.

Until he mentioned it, I hadn’t even remembered about my leg. That he was being considerate sent a warm feeling rippling through me. I leaned back my head and reached behind me to pull his head down to mine for a kiss, as he filled my ass with his cock once more. He worked his hips slowly but steadily, hooking my left leg in the air. In this position, my right leg lay undisturbed on the bed to prevent irritation to my ankle.

“God, your ass feels so good,” Tate groaned, reaching around me to grasp my cock. He jerked me, thrusting more insistently. I moaned, arching my back into him, my eyes closing as my breathing became ragged. He kissed my neck, nicking my flesh with his teeth. Every touch from him sent electrifying waves down into my back and flooded my gut before reaching my cock. I shifted my ass backward, meeting each of his thrusts, begging him silently for more.

“Oh God!” I gasped when I shot my cum onto the bed. My ass clenched at the intensity of it all as I catapulted into the essence of my climax.

When I settled down, Tate pushed me onto my front and straddled the backs of my thighs. Plying my ass cheeks apart, he grunted as he plunged into my ass. I reached behind me to caress his leg as he continued pumping, his movements becoming more frantic. Wrapping an arm under my body to pull me even snugger against him, he shoved his cock deep inside me one last time before stiffening. He sank his teeth into my shoulder, leaving his mark as he exploded.