Page 89 of Bad Cowboy, Tennessee

He still moved forward, just a little, at the first press of my tongue. I followed after, staying on him, then leaned up, squeezing his ass cheeks with my hands.

“It’s very hot when you try to fight it,” I said. “But try to lean back toward me, instead. Promise it’ll only feel better for you.”

“Okay,” he said. His voice was low and a little broken sounding already, and it only set the possessive streak inside me running faster.

I went in again and as my tongue pressed against the tight ring of his hole, I felt him finally relax back into me, his thighs going less tense and the arch of his back dipping lower.

There you go.

Ideas floated through my mind, possessive thoughts about all of the things I could show him. All of the things I imagined doing to him.

Taking him camping and bringing along some ropes to try out on his smooth, soft skin.

Or maybe hiking to the top of a mountain with him and pushing my cock into him while looking over the entire town of Bestens.

Or I could take him to a big city for the first time, bring him to a rooftop surrounded by other glittering windows, and teach him how I liked my cock to be sucked.

That’s a whole lot of future plans for a guy you shouldn’t even be with, Lyons, isn’t it?

Fuck.

The devil on my shoulder was even more devilish than me.

AndGod, Max was so vulnerable, moaning softly as I pushed my tongue along his hole. I moved to bite his cheek afterward.

“How are you feeling?” I asked him.

“Tortured,” he told me.

Perfect.

“Put your hand on your cock,” I said. “And don’t come so quickly, like you did last time.”

He groaned, pulling in a sharp breath. “What if I can’t help it?”

“You can help it,” I said. “You’ll come when I tell you to.”

He hummed. “You’re fucking impossible.”

But I felt him move his arm. In another moment he had his fist wrapped around his cock. He stroked it slowly, and I had anothervery badidea, but one that I couldn’t pass up.

I shifted my position, bringing my cock close to the cleft of his ass. Seeing myself there was an image I wanted to burn into my mind.

The temptation to fuck him had never been stronger.

I swore I’d never wanted to fuckanyonemore than I wanted to fuck him right now. Maybe because he was off-limits. Maybe because he was my ex-girlfriend’s brother, and I was crazy to be close to him at all.

Or maybe just because he was so goddamn beautiful and he didn’t even seem to realize it.

I brought the length of my shaft up against his ass and slid it back and forth in the slick spit I’d left there.

“Wait—” he said, jumping a little in place.

“Not going to fuck you, babe,” I said. “You’re not ready for that yet.”

I slid my shaft along his ass, watching as he relaxed again a little.

“Draven,” he said.

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