I rolled my hips, my cock thickening more with every beat of my heart.
“Jesus Christ, Hawk.” Carter’s voice was tight as he squeezed my hips.
I opened my eyes to look at him, and I could tell he was really holding back.
“What?”
“You’re stunning and I love watching you like this, but for the love of everything holy,move.”
I let out a laugh and began a slow up and down motion, squeezing him on occasion on the upstroke.
Then I leaned forward, put my hands on his chest, and said, “Fuck up into me.”
He growled, planted his feet on the bed, and bucked up hard enough for me to squeak out a laugh that sounded funny in my deep voice as I balanced myself again.
I kissed him and then held on as he did as I told him, while I began to meet every thrust hard enough that our bodies collided with loud slaps.
His hands on my hips yanked me down to meet his hips, too, and I lost myself in the ecstasy of him stretching me so damn well.
I angled my body just so, then wrapped my hand around my cock and jerked a few times. That was all I needed; I started to come again, moaning as I felt every inch of his girth being squeezed by my hole.
Carter gave a few more uncoordinated thrusts up, then slammed me down on his cock and came with a long, drawn-out groan of pure satisfaction.
I slumped forward into the puddle of cum I’d left on his stomach and chest.
It took a while for our breathing to calm down, our hearts pounding too quickly in our chests.
“That was…,” he managed to say after a couple of minutes.
“Uh-huh….”
“Shower before we sleep?”
I felt the stickiness between us and the sweat cooling on my skin again. “Yeah.”
We didn’t move for another minute.
“For what it’s worth, excellent riding technique,” he teased as we finally got out of bed.
I laughed. “Good to know it’s a skill that transfers.”
When we were done in the shower and were drying ourselves in his very nice bathroom, he clearly couldn’t stop looking at me.
“What?” I asked, not sure how I felt about being observed so intently.
“Sorry, it’s just….” He reached out his arm and pulled me closer by my waist. “You’re amazing, Hawk.”
I felt a bit awkward at his words, so I ducked my head and tangled my fingers in his chest hair. “You’re not too shabby yourself, Carter.” Then, because I was smooth like that, I kissed his jaw and asked, “So about that dessert?”
He chuckled. “Let’s pull on some underwear and go look.”
Ten minutes later, we sat at his table, legs tangled underneath, eating the panna cotta he’d made me. It still blew my mind that he’d gone through all that trouble for me. Forme. This was the part I wasn’t good at.
I could do horses and talk about them for hours, but I didn’t know how to do relationships or dates.
“What are you thinking about so hard?” Carter asked, nudging my foot with his.
“That you need to teach me how to do all this,” I replied, carefully not mentioning words like dating or relationship.
