Page 72 of Home Hearts Hooves

I grab the lube and coat the condom well, then hold the base of it as he lowers himself down. His ass tightly grips around my cockhead, stretching open slowly as his heat surrounds me inch by inch. He’s holding my stare the entire time, our breaths moving in unison, until he bottoms out. His eyes roll back a little, and he lets out a soft whine as I run my palms over his thighs and around his hips. Without words, just the sounds of our breaths, heavy and eager, he presses a hand against my chest and starts grinding, rolling his ass in circles. He leans forward more, swiping my nipple with his tongue and lifting off me a little, the cool air igniting nerves at the base of my cock before he drops down again and the cold is replaced by the perfect heat of him.

I’m trying to be quiet; the windows are open, and the breeze can carry more than the scents of the ranch. It carries voices pretty darn well, too, but the more he moves up and down over my cock, the more I want to moan loudly with every thrust. I fist the pillow behind my head, and he smirks up at me, then reaches for one of my hands and moves it down to his hip before doing the same with the other.

“How about you show me how you want to fuck me?” he asks leaning down to lick my nipple again. Before he can swipe it with his outstretched tongue, I duck my head forward and suck his tongue into my mouth, kissing him as I heave myself up to sit.

He hums, deepening our kiss as his body shifts, rising up. My cock almost slips free, but my hands hold the sides of his waist helping as he clenches tighter around my crown and I groan into his mouth. His fingers dig tight into the back of my neck as his thighs sweep over my sides, and he maneuvers his legs to bracket around me. I lighten my hold just a little, and he seats himself again, sending a shudder through my whole body.

His hard cock is wedged between us, I slide my hands under his ass, squeeze his cheeks tight and lift. He breaks our kiss, sucking in a breath as his ass rises up, then I drop him down, and my cock thrusts deep inside him.

“That is,” Preston says in a deep husky voice. “So fucking good.”

His hands move to leverage off my shoulders as he rises up. Gazing at me with hunger through his thick black lashes, and then, as he seats himself, his head goes back as his body arches and he moans, “Deeeean.”

I nearly come right then, hearing my name come out of his mouth with such raw pleasure, and I bite my lip to distract myself. I focus on how the moonlight shines across his toned chest, making the hairs shimmer. He’s not as big as me, but every muscle is defined in light shadows, and I slide my right hand from his side, fingers sliding through the soft hair, over his chest as he arches his back deeper and rises and falls again.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I breath rolling my thumb over his hard nipple.

With his back arched like this, I can see his cock, leaking and wedged between us and it’s as perfect as I remember.

We work up a rhythm until he’s practically bouncing on me, his fingers tugging on my hair like the reins of a horse, pulling me to him. My chest burns, my legs ache but it’s all noise compared to the perfect feeling of being inside him.

He breaks our kiss, biting his lower lip as he arches his back again, one hand on my shoulder, fingers digging into my skin so hard it’s sure to leave a mark, the other gripping the back of my neck, and he throws his head back like he’s riding a bucking bull and lets out a moan that sends my body into a tailspin.

He rides me harder, faster, my thrusts become frantic, and he moves a hand to grip his cock and he pumps it fast. My balls are tight, throbbing, ready to burst and when his ass pulses tight around my cock and ropes of come explode between us, I come hard too, pulling him down on me in forceful thrusts, riding the high as he rides me all the way home.

His body slumps against mine, our chests heaving up and down, my throat desperate for a drink, but my heart content to just lie here forever.

“I’ll grab clean-up,” Preston says, lifting off me and disappearing into the bathroom, the red marks of my hands like tattoos on his ass.

“Here,” he says, pressing a warm wet washcloth to my stomach and sweeping slowly over my skin.

“Seems a shame to just wipe it all away,” I say, sliding my finger over a droplet and sucking it into my mouth. He pauses with the cloth, throwing me a cheeky smirk.

“I think you’re right,” he says, sliding the condom off with no regard for keeping its contents inside. It drips down over me, coating my cock and then he’s there, his mouth covering my softening shaft, slurping, and lapping up every drop of me.

“Keep that up and it won’t be long before I’m ready to go again,” I say, and he licks his lips.

“Is that a promise?”

“Most definitely.”

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Nothing in the many dreams I’ve had of Preston Knight could compare to the reality of last night. I wake just as the sun’s warm glow can be seen above the mountain peaks. I give myself a quick wash with a washcloth, not wanting to tape the boot up for a full shower, and also not wanting to fully remove the scent of him just yet. The idea of wearing him like a cologne just for me is too good to pass up, especially seeing as he couldn’t stay the night.

I walk into the kitchen in a really fucking good mood. “You’re up earlier than I expected,” Nial says when he spots me. He shoves a breakfast muffin into his mouth and tosses me one from the open container in front of him. There are only two left, so it’s a good thing Sally-May called a few days ago to let us know she’ll be back at the end of the week.

“Suns up, so I’m up,” I say. It’s what Gramps said our whole lives. “No use sleeping away the day. If the sun’s up, we’re up.”

“I just thought you’d be too tired after—”

“I’m good,” I interject before he finishes his sentence. As brothers, we’re close, but I draw the line at sharing bedroom stories. Now I’m picturing moments from last night, and I can feel my face growing warmer.

“Looks that way,” he replies with a smirk.

“Anyway, how many births do we have left?”

“Ten, I think, and Miss Milky. So eleven. They should all go this week. It’s been a great season.”

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