With a gentle shove to the chest, silently telling him to lie down, I allow myself a moment to drink in this hard, fit, naked man before me. And fuck, what a sight it is. Cope is a gorgeous fucking man, andall manhe is. A light smattering of hair covers both his pecs, down the center of his abdomen, before it thickens and gets darker underneath his navel, where it leads down to a full, trimmed patch of hair encompassing his impressive length. His Adonis belt is sharp and defined, and I can’t help but trace it with my finger, loving the way he shivers as I do.
Pupils blown, his eyes look obsidian as they peer up at me from beneath heavy lids. His tongue pokes out, wetting his bottom lip in a way that shouldn’t be as tempting as it is. Hell, everything Cope does is tempting and erotic, and I doubt he even realizes it. He’s a sex symbol to the rodeo world—strong, talented, good looking—but it’smewho gets to see him like this. Disheveled and needy. My chest swells at that realization.
I lean down, and with my eyes still locked on his, I drag the flat of my tongue along the underside of his large, heavy cock where it sits against his lower stomach. Even in the low lighting, I can make out the clench of his jaw and the flare of his nostrils as his dick thumps against his belly with pleasure. Closing my lips around his flared, red crown, I flick my tongue around, groaning at the flavor before hollowing my cheeks and sucking him down. Hands immediately find a place in my hair as he gasps the lower I sink. With his massive girth and length, it takes me a few tries before I can take all of him, but as soon as I do, I apply a bit more pressure on his hole, eventually breaching the tight muscle.
Cope’s steely thighs wrap around my head, the muscles tightening as I work my finger in deeper, all while keeping a steady rhythm on his cock. One finger quickly turns into two,crooking them just so to graze that sweet button inside of him that makes him cry out. As I work a third digit into the mix, I double down on my efforts with his dick, sucking him hard, fast, and messy. When I glance up at him, his neck is pulled taut as his head is thrown back, and the noises escaping him are enough to make me blow my load.
Once I’m sure he’s fully prepped, I pull my fingers out and sit back, finally stroking my own aching length. I grab the foil wrapper that’s lying on the bed, ripping it open with my teeth, then slide it on before covering myself in a generous amount of lube. Bringing my slick hand up to his cock again, I pump him slowly as I inch closer to his body. His glassy, hooded gaze alternates between my hand, my sheathed cock, and my face.
Cope looksgonefor this, and I love that.
“Ready?” I ask, spreading a firm globe with one hand, gripping myself at the base and lining us up with the other.
He nods, tongue swiping out across his lips once more. “Do it.”
With that, I ease forward, only the tip at first. Cope’s so goddamn tight, my eyes want to cross at the pressure and the heat and the force in which his ass sucks me in. Gritting my teeth, I focus on what little restraint I have left, and force myself to not sink in all at once, putting myself out of my misery. This is Cope’s first time with a man, and I need to make it good for him.
His brows knit together, teeth clamped down on his lip, and he’s clearly holding his breath. I close my fist around his length, giving him a few firm strokes. “Breathe for me,” I tell him softly. Cope glances up at me and nods, exhaling a deep breath. “You okay? I can stop.”
“Don’t stop,” he replies in a hurry. “Just go slow.”
So, slow we go. With each inch I sink into him, the more wrecked I become. My entire body is lit up for him, pleasure seeping from my pores. His large hands fist the comforterbeneath us, and his jaw has gone slack, dark eyes focused on where we’re connected. And I can’t help but look too. It’s an erotic sight. After what feels like an eternity, I bottom out, my pelvis rubbing up against his ass. His tight warmth squeezes my cock, the feeling heaven sent.
“Look at us,” I murmur, fingers tracing where my cock enters him. “Look how perfectly you take me.”
I peer up at Cope, taken aback by the look in his eyes. It’s fervid and intense, but it’s also so much more than that. That one look has my heart thumping to a different beat. It takes my breath away. It has me leaning down, crashing my mouth against his. His hands come up, clutching the hair at the back of my head, like he’s been dying for me to kiss him like this, and his tongue surges forward, grazing mine as he licks everywhere he can reach.
Easing out of him until only the very tip of my dick is inside of him, I bite down on his delectable, plump bottom lip as I sink all the way in again. A choked sound gets lodged in Cope’s throat, his fingers tightening on my hair, and his legs wrapping around my waist. He’s giving himself to me in a way he’s never done before, and that knowledge has a rush of unexpected emotion barreling through me.
“Fuck, Xan.” His words breathless against my lips, and when I open my eyes, my gaze locks with his. My hips rock a steady rhythm into him, picking up the pace once I’m sure he can handle it, all while never breaking eye contact. Overwhelmed with pleasure and emotion, I reach up, hand wrapping around the side of his neck, thumb underneath his chin, keeping his head up, our lips brushing with each thrust.
Sweat lines the back of my neck, dripping down my back. My body is an inferno while his is mine for the taking. As our bodies move together, flesh against slick flesh, this moment feels larger. It feelsmore. The way he watches me, the deep-throatedgroans pulling from his chest, the way my body moves so fluidly in and out of him. It’s deeper somehow. It’s something I can’t explain, but my heart aches like it wants to break through my ribs and wrap around his. It’s a blinding, burning need. An all-consuming type of yearning. It’s being as deep into his body as I can physically go, and it’s still not enough.
Cope’s eyelids flutter, as if unable to stay open, and his hair slicks to his forehead, hands clutching at my sides like he never wants to let me go. “You feel so…fucking…good.” He can barely get the words out, and when I change my angle ever so slightly and his head throws back, exposing his taut neck to me, I know I’ve hit his prostate. A guttural groan sounds from him, a noise so loud, it vibrates through my body where we’re connected.
Dropping my head, I bury my face in his neck, dragging my tongue along the salty flesh as my hips snap into him harder, faster.
“Touch yourself,” I growl against his throat. “Get yourself there, because I’m so fucking close, Cope.”
With how flush our bodies are, I’m surprised he can even get between us, but he does. His hand moves feverishly, knuckles brushing against my abdomen as I pound into him, his body coiled tight and writhing beneath me. My release hits me hard and fast, spreading from the base of my spine, down into my balls, and when I let go, spilling into the condom, my vision goes black, stars dancing behind my eyes as I don’t slow down. If anything, I speed up, knowing he’s getting close if the continuous moans and heavy breathing right beside my ear are any indication. And sure enough, a moment later, I feel hot spurts coat my chest and his body jerks against mine.
Once he’s done, I sit back and drag my gaze over him. His blissed-out eyes, rosy cheeks, and the evidence of what we’ve just done covering us both. “Fuck, look at the mess you made,” I rasp, my mouth salivating with the need to clean it up. So, I do. Ilean down, drag the flat of my tongue along his torso, gathering every last drop I can find, his flavor immediately taking over my sensations.
He groans as he watches me lick him clean before muttering, “Goddamn, that’s fucking hot.”
You have no idea.
After he’s good as new, I slip my softening cock out of his ass, tugging off the condom and tying it at the end. Cope gets up and disappears into the bathroom, coming out a moment later with a washcloth for the mess on my chest. As I’m cleaning up, I keep waiting for the awkwardness to settle in. The cloud to trickle over and hang over our heads as Cope panics.
It never comes.
Instead, he wraps his burly arms around my middle, nuzzling his face into my throat, pressing hot, wet kisses against my skin. I swear, my heart swells twice the size.
“Was that okay?” I ask, not meaning for it to come out sounding so small.
“It was more than okay,” he replies, face still buried in my neck. “That was fucking amazing, Xander.”
“Yeah?”
