“Mmm, g’morning,” I rasp, lifting the comforter, revealing a mischievous grin and miles of golden tan, muscled skin from my sexy boyfriend.
“Morning, birthday boy,” he sing-songs, dragging the pads of his fingers up the front of my thighs, stopping dangerously close to an area dying to be touched.
I grumble, bringing a hand up to scrub over my face. “Don’t remind me.”
“Why?” he asks, a dark brow raised, and a shit-eating grin on his face. “Because you’re thirty, flirty, and thriving?”
“Copeland Murphy!” A fit of laugher bubbles out of me. “Did you just quote an early 2000s chick flick?”
Cope laughs and shrugs. “Maybe. Now, can I give you your birthday blowjob already?”
I rock my hips upward, a shot of arousal shooting down to my core. “By all means…”
Any trace of humor fades from Cope’s face, his eyes darkening with lust as he watches me from beneath his long, dark lashes, and drags the flat of his tongue along the underside of my cock, from base all the way to my sticky tip. Pulling the foreskin back, he licks all around the flared crown, gathering every last drop of pre-cum.
My hands fist at my sides as I watch him take me in his mouth and sink lower. The urge to rock my hips up into him is strong, but I don’t. I let him do his thing. And fuck, does he do it well. Watching my thick cock disappear between his cherry red, full lips is a sight my wet dreams are made of, and the moans he lets out, muffled by my dick, like he can’t get enough of me, drive me absolutely fucking wild.
His hand replaces his mouth, pumping me at a steady, mind-blowing rhythm while his lips and tongue tease my balls. Sucking one into his mouth, swirling that skilled tongue around, before doing the same to the other one. Easing my legs back until I’m spread wide open for him, Cope teases along my taint before spitting on my hole, causing my cheeks to flame from how fucking filthy it is.
The pad of his finger circles the tight muscle before pushing inside. I gasp, then moan, my body thrumming with the need to come. He dribbles a little more spit onto the area, inserting asecond finger. Taking my cock back in his mouth, he works me over from both ends, and it’s fucking maddening.
He’s not holding back anymore either. Taking me to the back of his throat, he hollows his cheeks, sucking me hard as his head bobs. Fingers crooking inside of me, he grazes that sweet spot that has my balls drawing up tight to my body and me crying out.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp. “Fuck, Cope. Yes,fuck, I’m gonna come.”
He moans around my length, the vibration of it my breaking point. My entire body tingles and shakes with pleasure, muscles coiled tight, toes curled, as I fuckingshatter. Balls throbbing, I unload my release into his mouth, his fingers in my ass never letting up. It feels like it goes on forever, and he slurps up every drop.
Once I’m done, he withdraws his fingers, sitting back on his haunches. I sit up, too, bringing my thumb and forefinger to his chin. “Stick out your tongue. Let me see it,” I say huskily.
Cope’s lips part, his pink tongue sticking out, a pool of my release sitting right there on top, and the sight has my cock twitching all over again. He smirks, like he knows exactly what it does to me, before he leans in and crashes his lips into mine. I groan, my hands flying to the back of his head as his tongue surges into my mouth, the salty, heady flavor of myself mixing with the taste of him too.
He kisses me until I’m dizzy. Until there’s no more evidence of my release in either of our mouths, and when he pulls away, his eyes are hooded and dark, and we’re both out of breath.
“What a way to wake up,” I rasp. “Let me return the favor.”
He shakes his head. “We don’t have time. Get up.”
“Don’t have time?” I question, confused. “We aren’t doing anything today.”
“I have a surprise for you,” he announces vaguely. “Now, get up and get dressed unless you want company to see you butt-ass naked.”
“Company?”
“Xander!”
“Okay, okay.” I climb out of bed, stretching my arms above my head, breathing out a yawn. “I’m up.”
“Oh, hold on. I’ll be right back while you get dressed.” Cope scurries out of the room, leaving me confused, but I do as he says, getting dressed. He comes back in with a gift-wrapped box, a grin on his face as he hands it to me.
“What’s this?” I ask, my chest tightening as I take the box from him.
“Well, open it and find out.”
My heart rate kicks up as I tear off the teal blue birthday wrapping paper. A shoe box waits for me, and when I open the lid, I’m met with a gorgeous pair of saddle brown boots that match a pair Cope has. “You got me my very own pair of boots?” I ask, emotion thick in my throat as I meet his gaze.
That same grin grows even wider as he nods. “No more Vans on the farm.”
I can’t help but laugh. Hehatesthat I still wear those. “Thank you, Cope. These are amazing. Does this mean I’m a real cowboy now?”
