The Wild Bunch 3 Casa (7 page)

He'd been enjoying sex in a variety of ways since his teens, but this all felt new, unique, different and nothing short of incredible. Some novel ingredient seemed to have changed the whole experience. With a jolt, he realized that, for the first time, a lot more than his body was involved. This time he was with a real partner, someone special. That meant a lot more than his own pleasure and satisfaction was at stake. It was important for Jason to enjoy this, too, as much or more than he did. He opened his eyes to look at the other man and try to see if indeed that was happening.

Maybe Jason had the same need and notion. Casa found himself gazing into a pair of hazel eyes, alive with something so powerful it stole his breath. A slow smile spread across Jason's face. "We're going to be so good together. If I could, I'd weld us so close there'd never be a way to break apart."

Casa had to smile back. "I like that idea. Probably can't, but we'll do the next best thing." After one more kiss, he rolled away to present his back to the other man. "It's all yours. What you see is what you get--any way you want it."

Jason cupped first one buttock and then the other, kneading with strong fingers, hardened by years of manual labor and ranch work. Casa quivered as one of those fingers slid slowly down the crack between his cheeks and brushed past his anus. He felt his inner muscles tighten and release spasmodically, inviting the finger to probe deeper. He moaned deep in his throat and arched to thrust his ass back, the clearest hint he could offer.

He waited endless seconds, hearing a drawer slide and other muffled sounds. He knew what they revealed--Jason getting a tube of lube from the bedside table and maybe a condom or a glove. Then the finger was back, slick now and even more excruciatingly exciting. This time it went in, and then another and a third. The taut muscles in his belly clenched and quivered. His cock jerked. Then another hand came around him and enfolded his aching prick.

At first the strokes were slow--up and down, in and out in a matching rhythm. Each time the fingers went deeper, reaching and seeking, while the slide from base to head along his cock became stronger, faster. He went tense from toes to scalp, although sensations focused in the narrow slice of his anatomy between his legs and in his lower abdomen.

Then Jason found the spot, and probed and pressed. Casa shuddered, bucked, going as tight as a well-stretched wire in a new fence. The wire broke, and he erupted. Jason's low laugh tickled against his ear as a tongue tip traced the outer shell in delicate strokes. He felt like he was going to bust apart into a zillion little pieces. Somebody yelled. It took him a few breaths to realize it had been him.

For a few minutes Jason held him, pressed close against his back. He felt the delicate nudge and then a firmer pressure. Jason's cock edged down between Casa's cheeks, slid deeper between his thighs and then moved in languid thrusts, forward and back. Even though he felt so warm and relaxed he could barely think of moving, Casa knew Jason would soon want more than this. He wanted to give more, too.

"What would you like first, another blowjob or something else? What you did for me was awesome, but I know I'll want more soon, too. Where do we go next?"

"Anything with you will be good. I could even get off like this. It might take a little longer, but there's nothing wrong with that." Jason pushed a little harder then, moved a bit quicker. The tip of his cock rubbed along Casa's perineum, even bumped against the back of his balls. Damn, if that didn't feel amazing.

Casa clenched his thighs and released them, seeking to add more depth to the sensations Jason felt. They both rose in arousal faster than he would have dreamed. He could hear it in Jason's rapid breaths, feel it in the accelerating heartbeat close against his back and in the fine tremors dancing over the other man's skin. For himself, he felt it all over. To come back to readiness so quickly surprised him. Whatever they had was as potent as any drug and felt a lot safer and more natural.

All at once Jason stiffened and then surged, his whole body crushing against Casa from behind. He let out a low moan, shuddered a couple of times and went still. Casa realized he'd put on a condom when he didn't feel the sticky moisture he expected. He caught himself in time not to shoot jism all over Jason's bedspread. There wasn't as much this time, anyway. He grabbed a tissue from the nearest bedside table and wiped himself.

For a while Jason lay so still and quiet Casa began to think he'd gone to sleep. He jumped when Jason spoke, his low voice husky and close to Casa's ear again. He realized he'd dozed off himself. "So ready to try the hot tub?"

Casa rolled over and stretched. "You'll prob'ly end up with a pile of molten
mantequilla
to deal with," he said, laughing. "Right now, you could pretty near pour me into a tub, but I'm game to try. 'Course, we don't have to do everything this first night unless you're not planning for there to be more."

"No, that's true. And I plan on having a lot more nights...about every one that's left in my life. Still, we did say we were going to do the hot tub."

He rolled off the bed, went through another doorway and Casa heard the splash as Jason took a leak. He came back carrying two big plush towels. He tossed one to Casa, catching him starting to reach for his jeans. "No need to get dressed. We'll grab these towels for the walk down to the tub. Not likely to run into anyone at one o'clock in the morning, but I never quite got used to parading around naked. Won't bother me if you do, but it looked like you were about to put something on."

Casa nodded. "I was. Grew up in a big houseful of kids and once we were old enough to see that girls and boys were made different, we started staying dressed. I sleep nude mostly, and in the bunkhouse nobody is too particular, but outdoors--hell, don't want to scare the owls or the bats!"

Jason laughed. He led the way through the house to the back door and down the flagged walkway to the gazebo where the hot tub sat. Solar lights near ground level marked the way with minimal light. As they stepped around one of the gazebo's trellis panels, they suddenly heard low voices.

"Whoops, looks like we weren't the only ones to get this idea." Jason stopped.

There was plenty of room in the tub, though, even with Spark and Lou, Stace and Jared already seated on the circular ledge halfway down the sides.

"Come on in. The water's fine," Jared said.

Casa dropped his towel and eased into the steaming swirl of water. It felt great, almost as good as being close to Jason. Jason hesitated a mere beat before he, too, climbed in. Each pair sat together, touching close, but not in such as a way as to exclude the others.

After a few minutes, they started talking among themselves, quiet, easy talk, sharing things they might not have been able to say in broad daylight or under other circumstances. A feeling of camaraderie enfolded them, a link of brotherhood and more. Friends, lovers, brothers and partners. Overhead, a million stars shown down benignly, their light somehow translating into approval, into simple, honest love.

All at once, Casa recognized the feeling--the six of them were a family. Not linked by blood except for Jason and Jared, but a family none-the-less, joined by mutual respect, merged through a love for the outdoors and this beautiful part of it, and bound by other deeper connections beyond explanation. Jason settled one arm around Casa's shoulders. He leaned into the other man's solid warmth and let the last shreds of his anxiety slip away.

No more questions about dreaming too high or wanting too much. He was home, right where he belonged, where he would stay. Spark and Stace would never be too far, and their friendship would remain strong, but now there was someone even closer, even more important.

He rested his hand on Jason's left thigh, squeezed and then relaxed his grip. Nothing to hide now and no need to be coy. That was part of this family, something they all understood. Maybe the wild bunch wasn't really wild anymore, but that was exactly as it should be. The biggest and oldest boys eventually became men, and being a man was one of the greatest things a boy could aspire to.

Casa knew he'd made it and damned if it didn't feel good.

Deirdre O'Dare, who also writes milder (roughly PG-13 rated) romance as Gwynn Morgan, has loved reading and writing since early childhood. Writing came naturally to Deirdre/Gwynn, who scribed her first simple verse at age eight. An avid reader, she devoured hundreds of books while growing up and later as an adult. Somewhere along the way she found romance and then romance with more explicit and detailed love scenes. "Ah ha," said she, "I think I have found my niche!" In the last decade after leaving her "day job" as a civilian employee of the U. S. Army, she finally settled into romantic fiction writing as a second career. Deirdre has a growing number of shorts and novellas, all published by Amber Heat.

With Irish and Welsh ancestry on both sides of her family, Deirdre has always been enthralled by the history and customs of the Celtic peoples as they have come down to us. The Mother Goddess idea particularly resonates with her as well as the notion that physical expressions of love between consenting couples are both a divine gift and a sacred duty to honor the Mother. Deirdre admits her favorite heroes are cops, cowboys and Celts.

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