For the past week, I’d been sneaking into Ozzie’s room every single night. A couple of times we had sex, but mostly we kissed, we touched, and we talked. He listened to me ramble on about the ranch, while he shared his fears about our relationship, the way people would treat him, and his uncertainty about what to do with his life.
Yesterday had been a rough day. We had lost two calves and a mare. Although common, it didn’t sting any less to lose livestock. I’d been dead on my feet when I slipped into Ozzie’s bed. He’d spooned me for a change, and I must have fallen asleep almost instantly. I couldn’t remember talking much.
I rolled over onto my side to face him. We’d drifted apart during the night. He lay on his stomach, his face turned toward me, his blond hair mussed against the white of the pillow. Hisclosed eyes gave him an air of innocence that contrasted with the way he’d been moaning the night before.
What kind of dream was he having? Was I in it? Or did he dream about my son, given how long they’d been together? A gnawing jealousy twisted in my stomach. I didn’t like the thought of him being with Carter, even in his dreams. Before, I could have hidden my desire for Ozzie and given him and Carter my best wishes, but not anymore. If the past week had taught me anything, it was that Ozzie’s place in my life would be as mine or not at all. There was no way I could have him call me father-in-law after all I’d experienced with him.
The sheet was hanging off the bed, which left Ozzie exposed. Moonlight cast a glow over his pale skin and beautiful curves. The black silk baby doll with the lace trimmings had ridden up almost to his waist. His thong did nothing to hide the perfect round shape of his ass. He’d said men had used him solely for his body, and I could see that happening.
Sex with him was amazing, especially because of the connection we’d built over the past week. I had come harder than I had in a long time. He made me feel like I was in my twenties again, but it was his beautiful smile, his kind heart, and his gentle personality that had won me over.
I ran my fingers down his thigh, my touch featherlight so as not to disturb his sleep. The smoothness of his skin under my fingertips sent a shiver down my spine. As I trailed my fingers up, he stirred, snuggling deeper into the pillow. The sight brought a smile to my lips.
He must have worn the baby doll for me, but I’d been too exhausted to appreciate it. To ignore him would be rude, wouldn’t it?
I rolled to the side of the bed, clicked the bedside lamp on, and got the lube from the drawer. I kicked off my pajama bottoms, then returned to Ozzie’s side. Lightly straddling his thighs, Ismoothed lube over my cock, stroking myself and admiring his ass. I loved his backside, but I quickly shoved the twinge of guilt aside. Ozzie enjoyed how obsessed I was with his body, and as long as I didn’t treat him like prime beef, he encouraged it. It made him feel sexy, he’d said. The kicker was that he didn’t need me to feel that way. Hewassexy. Period.
Hooking the string of the thong to one side, I nudged my thickened length between his cheeks. A low moan escaped my lips as I found his hole and pushed inside him. Beneath me, he stirred, a soft murmur escaping into the pillow.
Holding his cheeks apart, I pulled out and slowly slid back inside him. His pliant body yielded to my thrusts, warm and welcoming. Each stroke made it difficult to be gentle as I fought the urge to fuck him mercilessly into the mattress.
I picked up my pace, finding a cadence that matched the rise and fall of Ozzie’s sleeping breath. His muscles occasionally twitched around me, yet he remained in his dream-laden slumber.
I threaded my fingers through his tousled hair as I leaned over him, pressing my chest against the soft silk of his nightdress.
“Oz…” I whispered into his ear, an inexplicable lump forming in my throat. Dammit, did he realize how much he’d come to mean to me in such a short time?
Ozzie stirred from his sleep. He raised his head and looked over his shoulder. “Ooh,” he moaned softly. “I thought I was dreaming…”
“It’s real, darlin’.” I kissed his neck and suckled on his flesh a little. “I’ll make it a reality. Did you like waking up like this?”
“Oh god, yes.” He tilted his hips at the same time I thrust, driving my length fully inside him.
“Fuck.” I nudged his legs wider apart and settled in the middle of them. Buried inside him, I ground against his ass. His innermuscles clamped around me, and I cursed under my breath. I held him close, pressing against him, bucking my hips.
“Yes, Gray,” he groaned out in a half plea, half demand. “Just like that. Work my ass out with your cock.”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
With slow, deliberate thrusts, I attacked his P-spot with a precision that had him crying out and writhing beneath me. Each rutting motion pulled his body taut, and his gasps became erratic and desperate. He reached back to clutch my hip, his nails digging into my skin.
“Gray… Gray,” he whimpered. His voice was hoarse, loaded with pleasure and a hint of urgency.
He was getting loud. I pushed his head down into the pillow to muffle his cries and met his pleading with a resounding thrust. My limit loomed dangerously close.
“Oz.” I breathed out against his neck, laved at it with my tongue, and sank my teeth lightly into the tender flesh. “You feel so good. I couldn’t leave without finishing inside you. Want you to remember the feel of me being inside you, even when I’m gone.”
Whatever he said was muffled in the pillow. His body shook, and his muscles tightened around me. Dammit. Just once. I cracked my palm on his ass. Ozzie’s body jerked beneath mine, and a long moan left him as he came, shuddering and whimpering.
Gritting my teeth, I buried myself deep inside him, holding him in place as my body spasmed and I released myself inside him. Smaller waves of pleasure left my muscles twitching and aching. A shiver ran down my spine as he clenched around me, milking me for every last drop.
Slowly I pulled out and collapsed next to Ozzie on the bed. His breathing was ragged but evened out as the minutes ticked by.He turned his head toward me, his eyes glazed with satisfaction but brimming with tenderness. A soft smile played on his lips.
“Gray…” He brushed my cheek. “That was…incredible. You’re incredible.”
He looked at me like I’d invented sex, and my heart fluttered. I kissed his nose, then his lips. “I fell asleep last night. Sorry about that. I was exhausted.”
“Don’t worry about it. I loved sleeping next to you.”
