Page 85 of Voices

“I’m fine. Lily made me eat before we left so I’m sure that helped but that last drink hit me harder than the rest did.”

“Mmm, that’s because you had two Jager Bombs.” He kisses my lips. “Well, more like two shots of Jager with a splash of Red Bull.” He kisses me again but deeper. I follow him as he walks back toward the door. He spins us before pulling back. “I’ll be right there. I gotta,” he thumbs over his shoulder to the toilet.

I nod and walk back to my bed. Our cowboy outfits are folded and sitting on my dresser with our hats next to them and our boots neatly lined up on the floor.

Climbing back into bed, I take my phone off the charger and see that it’s a little past ten in the morning. Shane walks in and climbs over me to get to the spot that’s become his. He shimmies around until he’s under the covers then pulls me to him.

“What’re you looking at?” he asks as he rests his head against mine.

I hold my phone up to show him the time. He smiles at the picture we both have as our backgrounds. A few days ago, I took him to my spot in the woods. He first sat next to me as I pointed out all my favorite things then he picked me up and put me between his spread legs. I leaned back as he took out his phone and snapped a picture of us.

I set my phone back on the charger and lay back down on my back. He traces my freckles like he does every time we wake up together. He moves down my nose and then slowly traces around my lips.

“You’re feeling okay, right? No headache or like you’re going to be sick?” He looks into my eyes as I nod.

“I’m good, I promise.”

He smiles as he traces my jaw, down my throat over my Adam’s apple, across my collarbone, then down to my nipple. He circles it before pinching lightly then does the same to the other one. I start to harden under my boxers as he lowers his fingers down the center of my stomach. He plays with the thin trail of hair under my belly button before stopping at the waistband. He looks up and waits for my nod before sliding his hand into my boxer briefs. He’s met with my wet tip as he dances his fingers down the underside of my shaft to my balls. He massages them in his palm before moving to my taint. He rubs over it a few times before pulling his hand out and tugging my boxers off in one swift move.

He crashes his lips to mine for a passionate kiss, my breath catching as he plays with my hole. He shifts around under the sheets until the warm silky skin of his hard dick is pressed against my hip. He runs his finger from my base all the way up to my mouth, making me shiver in anticipation. He stops with two fingers on my lips.

“Make them nice and wet baby so I can open you up for me.”

I eagerly open my mouth and get his fingers as wet as I can. When there’s drool coming out of the sides of my mouth, he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his mouth once more. I get lost in the kiss as he slowly pushes one and then both fingers into me.

I whimper as he plays with my prostate. “Please.”

“Please what beautiful? Tell me.”

He sucks on the side of my neck as I try not to come from the pleasure he’s creating with his fingers.

“Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

He licks up the side of my neck and bites down on my earlobe making me moan as a tingling sensation starts in my stomach.

“Grab the lube,” his deep voice rumbles in my ear.

I grab the bottle from the drawer next to me and hand it to him along with a condom. He grabs both but holds up the condom.

“I’m clean. We get tested regularly on the team and I’ve also been on PrEP since I was in high school. Do we need this?” He holds it up between two fingers.

I got tested right before I turned eighteen. I grab the condom and toss it to the floor. “I’m clean. No condom.”

“No condom,” he repeats with a smile. “Do you want to ride me, or we can stay laying down with me behind you.” He squirts lube on his fingers and pushes it into me then covers his bare length in it.

I don’t think I can handle him behind me yet, so I push his shoulder so he’s on his back and straddle him.

“You should grab one of those cowboy hats and ride me with it on.” He pumps his brows as I scoot up and line him up with my hole.

He reaches around my hip and holds himself as I slowly slide down.

Fuck, why is he so big?

When I get to his base, I have to lean forward to catch my breath.

“You feel so good bare, baby. Warm and wet and so fucking tight,” his voice is strained.

I take a deep breath and sit back up. His hands grab onto my hips as I give a little test rock and then another. A shockwave of intense pleasure shoots through my body as I start to bounce in earnest when his cock head hits my prostate on every bounce.

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