Page 58 of Wistful in Wyoming
“No buts ... well, at least not the verbal kind.” The corners of his mouth ticked upward as he slid his hand down Dale’s side to his hip, then dipped it between his ass and the bed, gripping a cheek. “Now, this kind of butt is fair game tonight.”
“Jay ...”
“Yes, baby?” Jeremiah tapped his finger gently against Dale’s hole, drawing a hungry growl of need from him.
“Hurry up and get that damn toy inside me before I do it myself.”
Chuckling, Jeremiah sat back on his heels, hooking Dale’s legs over his arms, so the backs of his knees rested against Jeremiah’s elbows. Jeremiah gripped the backs of his thighs and pushed his legs up. “Comfortable? Nothing hurts?”
“All good. Don’t stop.”
“Bossy much? Topping from the bottom? Someone seems to have forgotten who’s in charge tonight. Let me remind you—it’s not you. Now, hold them there.”
Dale complied eagerly, unashamed to admit he was desperate. Not just for the sex, but for the carnal connection with Jeremiah. He felt vulnerable in that position, exposed, the air brushing against his most intimate parts. He moaned, loving it.
“Needy, huh?” Jeremiah teased as he opened the lube and poured some on his fingers. Circling his slippery digits over Dale’s hole, Jeremiah smirked down at him before sliding his index finger into him.
“Argh,” Dale groaned, unable to hold it inside. He pushed back, trying to draw Jeremiah’s finger deeper.
“You like being topped, don’t you?” Jeremiah asked, pulling his finger free and adding a second. The burn intensified, but Dale welcomed it. It passed quickly, changing into the delicious fullness and stretch he’d been craving.
“By you? Hell, yes.” Dale grunted as Jeremiah shoved his fingers deeper, harder, and faster, scissoring them apart, stretching him. His cock ached, and he was so rigid it hurt. “Please, Jay ...”
“Mmm. I love how you beg so sweetly.”
It seemed the cowboy had found a different level of confidence over the last few months, and it was so fucking hot. Pulling his fingers free from Dale’s body, Jeremiah used his already sticky hand to lube up the dildo, winking at Dale as he prepared it. Dale nearly came at the sight alone, the anticipation nearly killing him.
“Ready?” Jeremiah asked as he placed the tip of the toy against Dale’s hole.
He answered by relaxing and bearing down, trying to draw the dildo inside himself. Jeremiah stared into his eyes as he pushed forward, breaching that first tight ring of muscle.
“Oh God!” Dale cried out—it was so hard and stiff, he wasn’t sure if this was going to work. But as he began to loosen up, and it sank deeper, he moaned, long and loud. “Oh fuck, yes.”
“Holy shit, that’s so hot.” Jeremiah withdrew the wooden cock slightly before sliding it in further. “Can you take it all?”
“Fuck me, Jay, goddammit, yes, I can take it all.” He tried to shove his pelvis down to impale himself further, but Jeremiah’s hand on his hip halted his movements.
“You’ll take what I give you, at my pace. Stay still.”
Jeremiah’s words and his commanding tone nearly undid Dale, but he was determined not to come before the entire length of the dildo was inside him.
“Fuck, Jay ...” He threw his head back, his legs trembling as the toy was pushed deeper inside him before finally stopping. The wide base rested against his ass cheeks, and he realized the entire length was pressed inside him.
Staring at Dale’s ass, Jeremiah palmed his own erection. “So sexy, baby. I could blow just from the sight alone. One day soon, it’s going to be my cock I’ll be watching disappear into that perfect ass.”
The cowboy had found his dirty-talking ability, and Dale was loving every second.
“Baby, please,” he whined, knowing he was flagrantly begging but too far gone to care. He was stretched and so full, he needed Jeremiah to move the dildo. Panting, he canted his hips, hissing when the dildo shifted and brushed his prostate.
“Shh, I’ve got you.”
There were no words after that. Jeremiah wrapped his free hand around Dale’s cock as he fucked him. Easy and slow at first, but as Dale lost his mind, babbling and pleading, the other man worked the wooden dick in and out, increasing the speed and intensity. Dale’s balls tingled, and his cock throbbed painfully as his orgasm built. Jeremiah adjusted the angle of the toy slightly the next time he thrust it in, hitting Dale’s prostate directly, causing him to howl as cum shot from his dick. He bucked and cried out, coming for what felt like a lifetime.
As his orgasm began to wane, he gasped for air, his heart hammered in his chest. “Holy shit, baby.”
Jeremiah wordlessly tugged on the end of the phallus, and Dale got the hint, relaxing so it could be eased from his body. He winced slightly—it had been quite a while since he’d bottomed. He’d be feeling that tomorrow for sure.
Jeremiah tossed the toy off the side of the bed with athunk, before straddling Dale’s hips, though he was careful not to put too much pressure on his belly. Dale’s hands came up, clutching Jeremiah’s thighs. His cock was red, the head nearly purple and shiny with precum.
