Adjusting his position in the slightest, his cock now brushes over my prostate with each stroke. My body is lit up like a strip of live wire. “Oh, fuck, like that,” I gasp. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
Using his thumb to my chin, he turns my head, bringing his mouth to my ear. “I wouldn’t dream of stopping,” he rasps, teeth nipping at my lobe. The pain mixes with the pleasure, making for an intoxicating concoction. “If I could live here, inside of you like this, I would. You’reeverything, Colt. Fucking everything.”
Hands grappling at his sweat-glistened back, I turn my head, lips colliding with his. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, flicking against mine as he fucks me in slow, deep strokes. The air around us shifts, and suddenly, this feels different. It feelsmore.I can’t explain it. The way he’s worshipping my mouth,giving me everything I need with his cock. This moment is heady, it’s suffocating in the very best way.
My throat tightens as I give myself over to William fully. He’s owning every single part of me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. His tongue lashes into my mouth, tasting me, savoring me. His teeth nip my bottom lip. His cock sets my body ablaze. And the friction from his body rubbing along my dick is enough to send me over the edge.
Heart racing, my chest heaves with ragged breaths. My body is overheated and sensitive. Pressure builds low in my abdomen, pleasure amplifying, every nerve ending on fire. “William… fuck,” I gasp into his mouth. “I’m going to come.”
His kiss turns ravenous as he fucks me impossibly deeper, and I simply can’t hold on any longer. My muscles are coiled tight, balls full and drawn up to my body, and like a hair trigger, I detonate. With my head thrown back, I cry out as my cock pulses, spilling cum all over us while wave after wave of pleasure rocks me to my core, tingles spreading through my limbs. William’s mouth finds my throat, and I feel his teeth sink into the flesh as his body stills, his own release taking hold of him.
Time stands still as we remain wrapped up in one another, both of us trying to calm down our erratic breathing. My sticky release covers both of us, and his spent cock stays inside of me, neither of us seeming to want to move. I turn my head again, lips finding his as I throw my all into this one kiss. It’s deep, sensual, and sends goosebumps all over my body. I don’t know how it’s possible to feel so much from a single kiss, but it’s like that all the time with William.
After a while, he finally rolls off of me, heading into the bathroom. He comes back out with a warm washcloth, andhe cleans my stomach up before cleaning himself up. After he tosses it in the hamper, he climbs back into bed, pulling me into his chest. I have no clue how long we lie here, but it’s long enough for us to doze off.
Everything about today has been utter perfection. I never want it to end.
30
William Andino
“Anybody need another beer?” I ask, standing from the card table, eyes scanning the three men opposite me. Everyone glances up at me, nodding as they continue their conversation. Walking into the house from the garage where my dad, Max, Conrad, and I are playing a round of poker, I pull open the fridge and grab four bottles of Bud Light.
Back in the garage, I drop down into my folding chair, passing the bottles out to everybody. Max has a cigar hanging out of the corner of his mouth, and I can’t help but chuckle at how ridiculous he looks.
“Hope you guys are ready to lose your fucking money,” he drawls, cracking open the bottle and downing a swallow.
Nobody is competitive like Max. I think it’s what made him such a damn fine bull rider back in the day. The overpowering need to beat everybody else took over. Tonight’s poker night was his idea, and I gotta say, it was a good one. We’ve been talking about getting together for a good old-fashioned guys’night since I moved back to Copper Lake, but it just hadn’t happened yet.
“Do you guys remember playing poker when we were teenager during our senior year?” I ask. Chuckling at the memory, I glance at my dad, knowing he has no clue what the hell I’m talking about.
“God, those were the days,” Max murmurs, huffing out a laugh.
“I don’t think my parents ever did find out that we’d take over the barn at the ranch nearly every weekend,” Conrad adds, as he brings the bottle up to his lips for a sip.
“Did you ever catch on to the fact that I would sneak your beer from the fridge?” I ask my dad.
He laughs. “Of course, I did. I wasn’t an idiot, son, and you weren’t exactly slick.”
I don’t know why, but that’s surprising to me. My dad wasn’t exactly overly strict, but did have rules, and he had no problem reaming my ass for not following them. “Why’d you never say anything?”
Shrugging, he shuffles the deck. “I was young once,” he replies simply. “I knew where you were, who you were with, and I knew you boys were good kids. Couple beers wasn’t going to hurt you.” Then he shifts his gaze to Conrad before adding with a smirk, “And your parents absolutely knew what you were doing because I told them. Yours too, Max.”
We all laugh, the nostalgia from back then hitting me hard.
“You boys thought you were so sneaky, but little did you know, we were always two steps ahead of you.”
“I guess that’s how it is, huh?” Max asks, a glint in his eyes. “As a parent now, I can relate.” He chuckles deeply, as if thinking back on a specific memory. “Colt thought he was slicktoo. Always running off with Cope and Shooter, getting into who knows what up at the ranch.”
At the mention of Colt’s name, my blood heats at the same time guilt racks my nerves. We’re still lying to Max, and it makes me feel like shit. Colt’s been in Vegas for a few days now, and we haven’t spoken much today because he’s been busy with his friends. The phone in my pocket is practically yelling at me to pull it out and see if he’s texted me. I’m like a damn fiend for him, which is a little inconvenient considering I’m sitting around a poker table with his father.
“I wonder if my great, great, great grandparents knew when they purchased that land that it would become the regular hang-out spot for high school teenagers to drink and fuck around.” Conrad breathes out a laugh as my dad deals the cards.
“It really is a great spot for that type of thing,” I add.
We play for a while, the game getting pretty heated, before my father decides to call it a night. I grab the rest of us another beer as we sit around the table, shooting the shit like we used to. There’s something so special about being in my mid-forties and having the same two friends that I’ve had since I was little. Not many people can say that nowadays.
So, Christmas is right around the corner,” Max murmurs. “Conrad, I know you’re coming over, but Will, you and your dad should come too. I know it’s your first Christmas back home.”
