Savior Complex: An MM Age Gap Romance (Wild Heart Ranch Book 3)
Savior Complex: Chapter 25

It’s close to three in the morning by the time we drop Erik and Ant at the bunkhouse and Nacho at his and Bram’s house. Bram is waiting on the front porch.

When Nacho reaches him, Bram grabs his chin, examining his face. Whatever Anders used was incredibly effective in putting Nacho’s face back together, but not perfect. Nacho stands a little straighter, and Bram kisses his face before pulling him inside the house.

My heart aches with the domesticity of it all.

Javier and I shower under the stars, at first exhausted but then unable to keep our hands off each other. We take advantage of the bench, and as I straddle his hips and sink down on his impressive cock, I can’t help but thank him for his foresight. The addition of shower lube was an especially thoughtful touch.

Moonlight illuminates and casts shadows on us as I slowly rise and fall, rolling my hips, cupping his sharp jaw, memorizing every line and strand of hair on his face. His hands mold themselves to my hips, his long fingers spread across my ass, our connection solid. Unshakable.

He looks up at me with a beautiful longing, intensifying the emotion between us, sending sparks dancing across my skin.

“I love you,” he whispers, and it feels like a shout.

“I love you too,” I say, relief clashing with my deepest fears. “And I don’t want you to go.”

My voice wobbles as stupid tears fill my eyes.

“We’ve just met. How do you know you won’t grow tired of me?” he asks, encouraging me with gentle upward thrusts.

I roll my hips, shaking my head as I wipe away more tears. “I don’t care how long I’ve known you. I can’t imagine ever getting tired of you.”

“I can’t imagine it either, my love. That means we have things to figure out, but not tonight. Tonight I want to worship every inch of your skin over and over again. I want to come inside you, and I want you to come inside me. We’ll mark each other, then work out the details. Yes?” he asks, wiping my tears.

I sniffle loudly as I gather myself. “Okay.”

With the bright Texas stars shining down on us, we hold each other, keeping our movements small and intimate as we look deeply into each other’s eyes. I squeeze around him, and his jaw goes slack, his breath deepening as his eyes glaze with pleasure.

With a soft grunt, he fills me up, his truth in the depth of his kisses as he holds me. With the final remnants of the hot water, we stand together, and he turns me toward the wall, washing me with soap, gently sweeping his blunt fingers over my sensitive hole.

When the water finally turns chilly, he wraps his hot body around me, stroking me under the cool water, cruel in how he edges me. He’s tearing me in two between the warm sensuality of his body at my back and the chilling shower raining down my chest, belly, and cock.

His chilled fingers harden and sensitize my heavily gauged nipples, pulling my needy cock to hardness, then angling it under the heavy shower, letting the cold water shrink everything all over again.

“I love this control you give me over your body. I love how much you need me. I love how much I need you.”

I whimper and melt against him as he turns off the torturous water. Careful with my sensitive cock, he dries us both with gentle touches, then takes my hand and walks me into the trailer. We lie down, wet-haired and naked, our not-quite-dry skin somehow gripping our bodies together even closer. He kisses me softly and strokes me even more softly, making me hard but not letting me come.

“You are such a bastard,” I whisper, shuddering against his lips.

“Yes, but I am your bastard.”

That part is true. I feel it in my soul.

Lying on the bed, he kisses every inch of me from head to toe. His lips find my eyelashes and the tip of my nose, the bow of my lips and the underside of my chin, and each side of my Adam’s apple. Collarbones, nipples, ribs, belly button, shoulders, armpits, elbows, wrists, fingers. He uses his mouth to make love to the length of my legs and his tongue to dip between my toes so that even as he kisses my heels, I know he understands and wants every part of me.

Turning me over, he repeats the process, stopping to admire my stretched-out rim and let his fingers trace every bit of ink on my body.

I’m boneless and hard, needing relief and barely able to move. When he’s finished, he lays his strong body over mine, rutting his semi-hard cock between my cheeks.

“I need you inside of me,” Javier whispers.

Suddenly the languid state of my muscles resolves as the edge of need in his request further hardens my cock. We adjust so I’m on top of him, facing him, kissing him fiercely before nestling between his thighs. Sucking one of his balls into my mouth, I stroke him back to hardness, thumbing away the pearl of precum, then pausing to taste it.

Gently pushing his sac aside, I nudge his thighs a little wider, revealing his hole, encircled with dark hair, the skin on the underside of him darker and furrier than everywhere else. I nudge his taint with my nose, enjoying his unrestrained moans before pushing the tip of my tongue against his hole, giving it an experimental lick.

His breathing pitches up and his voice cracks as he begs, “Fuck yes. Your tongue is so good to me, baby. Please, keep…yes. Yes. Lick my hole.”

I lave at the clenched ring of muscle, teasing him, nipping at the sensitive skin of his sac, rubbing my cheek against his hairy thighs and ass before tapping his hip. He grins down at me and turns over, resting on his forearms and knees. Spreading him wide, I dive back in, thoroughly eating him out.

I stiffen the point of my tongue and push inside a little, teasing him until the muscles give way, his body’s subtle way of begging for more.

Finally, Javier hands me the bottle of lube—this gesture a bit less subtle—and I slick my fingers, swirling them around his relaxed hole before pushing in with my two middle fingers.

He arches his neck slightly, moaning as I smoothly work my thick fingers in and out of him. “You like that, Javi?”

He nods, and I love the little whimpering sounds coming from this great man. I widen and scissor my fingers, teasing his little nerve bundle, then backing away before he gets too close. He complains, and I remind him as I stroke his thick cock between his thighs that turnabout is fair play.

After a bit more teasing, I rock forward, taking his hard cock into my mouth as I push those two fingers in as deep as they’ll go, working him up, almost to the point of no return before backing off. His mighty groan is music to my ears.

“Yes, I deserve your torture. I love it. But please, for the love of God, fuck me.”

“That’s all I needed to hear,” I say, slicking my hard, dripping cock with lube. As much as I wouldn’t mind torturing him for the next several hours, I don’t think I can take another minute of this. “Let me see you, baby.”

He turns, lazily arcing his leg over my head, spread out before me like a feast. He tugs me up for a filthy kiss, and I push inside him. Groaning at the slick, perfect heat, I revel in the tightness of a hole not often used like this. My piercing intensifies the sensations, and I slow down to avoid coming too quickly.

“Fuck yes,” he pants, his face straining and pleasured.

I bottom out, running my hands up and down his chest, tweaking his nipples, caressing his face, kissing his mouth. Slowly, I pull out and thrust back in, loving the slight drag of my cock piercing. Out, in.

He groans, and his engorged cock sways between us. Bringing his long legs around me, he crosses them at the ankles, pulling us close, smashing his cock between our two bellies. I thrust faster and faster, encouraged by the pressure of his heel on my ass and the need in his increasingly louder sex sounds.

“Yes, faster, please, more, more, more,” he chants in Spanish.

I happily acquiesce, snapping forward and tilting up, knowing I’ve hit the right spot when his mouth falls open in a silent scream.

One-handed, I squeeze a bit more lube into my palm and pull away enough to stroke his hard, weeping cock. He clamps around me, and I let go as euphoria punches through me, my dick sensitized by the piercings, intensified by his heavy breaths and pleading eyes.

Tilting toward me, he tongues my nipple piercings, sucking on them, twisting them gently with his lips as I spill inside him. When he snakes his long thick fingers over my ass and down to my guiche piercing, tapping on it, rolling the two metal balls between his fingers, I shout, my body jerking through a soul-shattering orgasm.

Still inside him, I finally collapse, a twitchy, oversensitive mess. He skims his fingers up and down my ass and back, making me jerk uncontrollably, but I can’t find it in me to ask him to stop, loving the electricity he’s pulling from my skin.

“My love, please,” he begs in a whisper, the curve of his lips soft against my ear. “Relieve me.”

Overly relaxed, I let myself roll off to the side, admiring the hardness of his cock, even at this late hour. I take it in my mouth, sucking lazily on the head while my fingers find his hole again. I press inside of him, crooking my fingers just so.

I know he wants more than my soft suckling, but I make him wait, reminding him of the torture he put me through. Finally, he holds my head still and fucks into my mouth. I meet his energy, sucking hard, taking him as deep as he’ll go, knowing I can’t possibly swallow all of him. I add another finger, pressing and swirling against his desperate nerves.

Clenching around my fingers, he floods my tongue with his cream. I moan around the sharp taste of his pleasure, then swallow everything he gives me. Wiping at the corners of my mouth, I tease his shiny sensitive head. It’s his turn to jerk as I press his hips down and make him take my exploring mouth, sucking on his stretched foreskin and pushing the tip of my tongue against his slit and tight frenulum until he taps out.

Grinning, I release him with a pop, then make my way up to kiss him while my fingers play at his hole, loving the way my cum spills from his body.

Questions still linger as we clean up and strip the duvet off the bed, but they can wait. We wrap ourselves around each other, pulling the sheet over us, falling asleep as dawn breaks across the Hill Country.

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