Page 29 of Brett and Rowdy
“Anywhere you want to put it.”
So he chuckled, then got a hold of Brett’s belt buckle, popping it open and going after the button and zipper. The sounds Brett made urged him on, because the guy sounded like he might strangle to death with joy.
He wanted to make Brett fly, and he knew enough about sucking to make the top of a man’s head pop off. So he was happy to open up his present and pull that hot, long cock right out, licking his lips in anticipation.
Bending, he held Brett’s cock in place, then swiped his tongue over the tip.
“Fuck! Rowdy. Christ. That’s—” Brett drew in a deep breath. “That’s damn fine.”
That was true, no lie. It was better than fine. He explored, hands and lips, letting Brett’s scent fill him up.
He licked, then sucked, scooting down just enough to get his lips to meet his hands. Rowdy didn’t want to go sliding off the bed, but he wanted to be able to really get down and dirty so they could both enjoy this.
“Come on, honey. You can take it.” Brett didn’t push, but those hips did start rocking, pressing that cock up into his mouth.
Yeah. Yeah, he was fond of this, and he did it damn well. So he went to town, letting curses and grunts fall around him.
Then he was left hanging in midair a little when Brett pulled him off. “That’s amazing, Rowdy, but I want to explore you too. I want us to go together.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“Hell, so do I. Stand up and let me get your pants open.”
His knees held him, so that was a victory, and he swallowed hard, forcing himself not to gasp as the refrigerated air hit his prick.
“I got you.” That warm hand closed around him, rubbing up and down, up and down, and he moaned, his whole body rippling.
“Need to sit, Brett.”
“Okay.” Brett stripped him the rest of the way down before helping him up on the bed, letting him lay flat. There was a rustle, and then Brett was right there with him, naked as the day he was born, skin sliding on skin.
A man could get used to this for sure. Especially when Brett dove in for another kiss.
They weren’t the slightest bit cautious this time, though, and he loved this version of Brett—older, hungry, confident.
They rolled to their sides, facing each other, their lips and tongues working, making madly wet, erotic sounds. Brett touched him, hands sliding on his skin, tracing over the scar on his ribs from a hoof, the place where his hip dipped down to histhigh. And his ass. The man was a fan, apparently, because he kept coming back, kneading and squeezing.
“So damn hot. I could bounce quarters off it.”
“Maybe. I have to admit, I’ve never tried, but I would let you have a shot, darlin’.”
“I’ll do it later. Right now, I would rather bounce other things off.”
That made him laugh like a loon, and he pulled Brett against him so their cocks could rub together. That made the heat between them ratchet up about a dozen times. Fuck. He was gasping for air, rocking his hips, and cooking with gas.
“Jesus, are you real?”
He nodded, swallowing hard. He was more than real. He was over the fucking moon and solid as a rock.
Brett moaned, wrapping a hand around both of them, those calluses about to make him just soar. He couldn’t take too much more, but Brett had said they should go together. So he would wait.
He drew one leg up, his toes curling as he fought to hold it together. “Close, darlin’. I swear I’m good for a second round.”
“I am too. At least with you.” That breathy laugh was the last of their words, because Brett kissed him hard and deep, scalding him like too hot coffee, and he bucked, shooting so damn hard his teeth rattled. Brett followed him right away, wet heat spreading all over his belly and hip.
“Damn. Damn.” Rowdy groaned when he could breathe again, sucking air. “Fuck, darlin’, I needed that. With you.”
“Uh-huh.” Brett flopped to his back, pulling Rowdy up close against his side. “Gimme two shakes, and we’ll go again. Slower this time.”
