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Indio picked him up off the ground after taking out his cock and he was carried through the trees, even as they kissed furiously. He had hold of Indio’s thick hair, but Indio didn’t seem to notice, pushing through the branches, stepping over rocks until they were back at the picnic table and he was set on it, facing the road.
Indio was back inside him, and he started to slap the hell out of Sel’s ass. The crack of his hand sounded loudly, but that was nothing compared to the sting of it.
That pain, damn, the guys were right. There was something about that bit of pain to make the sex hotter.
If he lived through the rest of the sex that day, he planned to tell them that.
The table was in need of more of the terrible hunter green paint, and all Sel could hope for was that he wouldn’t come away with more splinters than he was poked with pine needles. Then he realized, as his prostate was being jarred all over again, that he really didn’t care.
Indio slapped him again and again, and when he wasn’t slapping him, both hands were on his hips, bringing Sel back to meet his thrusts. That only served to fill him deeper and harder. Sel was barely able to hold his head off the table, but he didn’t want splinters in his cheeks.
“Gonna come yet? You better hurry! If I come first, you can suffer.”
All he’d been waiting for was that, knowing he wouldn’t be waiting for Indio to come. He let loose his orgasm, the one he’d been holding back through sheer will, and felt it blasting through him almost harder than Indio’s massive dick.
He wanted to scream, but his air was cut off before his mouth could open to let out the noise. His head did fall to the table, and he didn’t care. He felt so good, so in love, so satisfied in that moment, splinters would feel like kisses.
He got one more nasty slap to his ass once Indio was finished, and out of him. He sat on the bench while Sel was still catching his breath.
“How was that?”
Sel lifted his head and laughed breathily. “How was that? Are you kidding?”
“Not enough hate?”
Sel laughed and though it was hard for him, he moved down to the bench, but sitting wasn’t an option. “Ow. Ow. My ass feels like chopped steak.”
“You mean hamburger?”
“I know what hamburger is, Indio,” he said while getting to his feet. “It’s ground beef, but mine isn’t quite ground. It’s more chopped.”
“Jesus.”
Sel kissed him and then started to head back to get his clothes.
“Where the fuck are you going?”
Sel stopped and turned just his head. “I’m…naked. I was fetching my clothes.”
“Not alone. Fuck! We’re still in the wilderness!”
Indio scooped him off his feet again and carried him through the woods to the place where his clothes were scattered. “No alone. Not…not for a while.”
Sel felt his love in that moment. Indio was right, he never had to say it. He showed it. “Thanks. I’ll remember.”
“Ass. Can’t wait to jump into something dangerous again,” he said as he set Sel down on his feet.
“That’s why I started liking this dangerous biker.”
He chuckled while Sel collected his clothes and Indio even helped him shake them out. In fact, he shook Sel’s pants so hard his phone went flying. “Oh, shit,” Sel yipped as he went to grab it. After looking at the screen, he saw he’d missed two calls from his uncle. “Dante called.”
“Oh, good. This would be the time he’d tell you to dump me.”
“I doubt it. You saved me.” Sel called Dante and he answered on the second ring.
“Sel! Where have you been?”
“Went for a ride. What’s up?”
