Page 15 of Cowboy Dreams

“Oh, like that, is it?”

I spread my arms wider. “Serve me. Or service me. Whichever.”

“Yes, your Majesty. Or Highness?”

“Sylvester will do.”

“Sure will.” Joe climbed onto the bed and straddled me, his denim-clad knees caging my thighs, his ass heavy on my shins. He trailed calloused fingertips down my chest, then back up, pressing small circles against my skin. When he reached my nipples he pinched them, rolling and tweaking. A tug of matching heat low in my belly made me grunt and arch toward his hands.

“Hell, yeah. Hoped you were sensitive.” Joe slid back, bent, and put his mouth over one nipple, sucking me between his lips, then adding a pinch of teeth.

“Should’ve known you were a biter,” I muttered, which was not the same thing as saying stop.

He grinned. “Yep.” And did it again, then ran his tongue up my chest and probed the hollows of my throat, licked under my jaw. His hard nip at my chin made me snort.

“Rabid biter.”

“You ain’t felt nothin’ yet.” Joe returned to licking and kissing and biting, from my earlobes to my waist, down and back up, his hands caging my ribs tightly enough to keep me steady.

“My dick’s down here.” I bucked my hips under his weight after the fifth time he turned around north of my belly button and headed back toward my neck. I was definitely hard now.

“I seen it,” he said. “Not in any kind of rush.”

“Maybe I am.”

He paused, then rose higher to bring his mouth to mine, a slow, warm, leisurely kiss completely unlike the rough teasing he’d unleashed on my chest and neck. “Are you? In a hurry?”

“No.” My eyes wanted to drift shut and as incredible as the sight of Joe, bending over me in just his jeans, was, I let my vision go dark. “No, keep doing what you’re doing.” I went for an imperious wave of the hand which probably came out more like a flap of my wrist. Whatever. Joe went back to torturing me with his mouth and teeth and hands, and I sank into the sensations.

By the time he slid lower and finally licked a stripe up my dick, I was so wound up I almost came just from that. I had to look down because I wasn’t going to miss the sight of Joe with my cock in his mouth. He swung a leg over me, nudged my thighs apart with those big hands, and climbed in between. Then he took my legs and raised them, pressing my knees up and open. My dick and balls and taint were on full display, while his cock still strained the closed zipper of those jeans.

“Want to take your pants off?” I asked. “That looks uncomfortable.”

“Nope. I’m good.” He lowered his mouth to me again, freeing a hand to wrap around the base of my cock as he sucked me deep and slow to the back of his throat.

“Fuck.”

He slurped back off. “Not tonight.”

Joe’s nip at my ball sac was just this side of too much and I yelped.

“Oops.” He paused and met my eyes. Something passed between us. Heat— yes; fun— that too; but something deeper and softer as well.

“Suck me, cowboy,” I murmured.

And holy hell, Joe could give a master class in fellatio. He used his lips, tongue, teeth, throat, and fingers, pressed my taint, rolled my balls, varied the tight suction with sloppy plunges and long thorough licks, then pressed his tongue tip into my leaking slit. I watched his spit-wet lips and talented tongue and big rough hands as he took me apart. I didn’t have to do anything but lie there and gasp and groan, shudder, and clutch the sheets.

Heat built inside me, the coming explosion a steamy pressure beneath my skin. Joe was everything I’d imagined in nearly thirty years of fantasies, and at the same time, even more. Not just lean shoulders and strong forearms with raised veins, narrow hips and tight ass in cowboy denim, but that bright gaze that kept returning to mine and the smart mouth that asked, “See somethin’ you like?”

“Everything,” I admitted.

“If you can still talk, I gotta work harder.” He bent back over and deep-throated me, nose right down to my curls.

I groaned and arched, seconds away from coming, and he squeezed my base with his fingers as he pulled off, and laughed. After that, words fell away. He sucked me hard and fast until the wave of pleasure rose to breaking. I tugged on his hair, beyond speech, but he grunted and plunged deep, making me spill down his throat in spasms so hard and sharp and perfect that my vision went black around the edges.

Joe gentled his touch, licking me clean and delivering tiny kisses as my muscles went slack and my cock softened against my thigh. When I could breathe again, I knotted my fingers in his hair and hauled him up over me for a kiss. Joe rose willingly and met my mouth, the taste of my spunk musky on his tongue. His kiss landed askew, but he balanced on one arm and we tried again, lips meeting gently, tongues brushing. A kiss ofthank youandhello thereandyou‘re incredible.

Joe’s cock still strained the front of his jeans. I gestured at the tented denim. “You want to do something about that?”

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