Page 41 of Ropers Can't Tie Knots
“Someone is impatient. I guess the wild animals aren’t a concern when you’re about to get laid?”
Gabe pauses. “Wild animals?” He punches me hard on the shoulder. “Don’t fucking joke about that now, you asshole.” I bark a laugh, but he cuts me off with his hot mouth on mine and a hand down my pants. “The only thing wild right now is me, Hunter.”
“I see that,” I groan as he palms my dick through my boxers and licks at a peaked nipple. “I’d like to make it in the house, counsellor.”
“Fine.” He turns to walk the remaining steps to the ranch, but doesn’t let my hand go. My shirt tails flutter behind me, and mybelt buckle slaps against my thigh. If I gave him more time, my cock would probably be hanging out, too.
Gabe steps inside, and as soon as the door closes, he moves towards me, and while I’m not opposed to being mauled, I don’t want Gabe to feel like this is one-sided. I may be restrained on the outside, but inside I’m a fucking tornado in a trailer park.
“Gabe.”
He pauses, and I grip his chin before feathering a kiss to his lips. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”
Gabe does as I ask and doesn’t question me. With his hands high on the wall, I cover his wrists with my hand and whisper near his ear. “Keep them there like a good lawyer for me.”
“Yesss….”
With my free hand, I reach around and flip open the button of his jeans and carefully lower his zipper. He rests his head back against my shoulder with a moan.
“Look at you leaking for me so much. Damn…”
The front of Gabe’s boxers is soaked with precum, and I brush my thumb over it. He widens his stance and turns his head towards me. I can’t deny the silent request for a kiss and take his plush lips with mine. His intensity has dialled back some, but still simmers there, ready to explode.
“Keep your hands to yourself, counsellor.”
“I-I will.”
Swiftly, my hands dive into his jeans, and I tug everything down to his ankles. His bare ass is a gorgeous sight, and I drop to my knees behind him. His breath hitches and he clunks his forehead to the wall when my lips touch his ass.
He sticks his ass out when I squeeze his cheeks, drawing a dirty chuckle from my lips.
“Hunter,” he clips in a hoarse voice. “Don’t tease m—”
His complaint is cut off when I bury my face in his ass and give him what he wants. His palms smack the wall, but he doesn’t take his arms down. Gabe uses the wall to push back and ride my face standing up, which is…impressive.
His moans and mutters, and little huffed curses as my tongue works him over, set me on fire. As much as I want to make him come right here like this, I want what I promised more. Hell, I want it more than my next breath.
When I pull away, Gabe struggles to catch his breath as I make him step out of his pants before standing up.
“You can put your arms down, counsellor.” Massaging his shoulders, I lean in and kiss his neck. He still carries some of his distinct scent. Fresh lemon and something spicy that makes me want to lick his entire body so I can put a taste to the scent. “I wasn’t kidding about the cowboy hat rule. If that’s what you want, I —”
“I fucking want, Hunter.” He turns and pushes the shirt off my shoulders before kissing me soundly. “I’ve never wanted anything more,” he breathes, and my skin prickles with anticipation. Gabe’s hands are in my pants, pushing them down while we stumble towards the living room.
His desire and urgency are heady as fuck, and I kick the coffee table out of the way before pulling him to the floor with me.
“There’s more room on the floor than on the couch.” Gabe peels my boxers off and pushes me back, and I’m completely at his mercy.Our roles switched as he presses a firm hand to my chest and wraps his lips around my cock.
I could watch him swallow me all day long. He’s a beautiful man, but there’s just something about watching him please me that makes him seem more beautiful. I’ve always been drawn to his lips. Maybe it’s that. Or maybe it’s the way he’s so confident in what he wants from me.
But now isn’t the time for me to be doing…whatever the hell I’m doing while this man captures my attention like no other. He pops off my cock with a satisfied sigh and swings a leg over my hips. He lines himself up and sinks slowly onto my dick and it’s fucking torture at how slowly he’s moving.
“If you need lube, we can go upstairs.” I smooth my hands up his thighs, and little goose bumps chase after them.
“No, it’s not that. You seem bigger than last time.”
“Pretty sure my dick didn’t grow bigger from a few weeks ago, Gabe.”
“Try months. You’ve not fucked me since three weeks after we got married. I’ve been waiting to do this, so don’t…” He sinks lower, bottoming out, and his ass touches my thighs. “Don’t talk. Enjoy it.”
