Page 31 of His Accidental Cowboy

“Oh yeah. You think you got what it takes to fuck me, firebrand?”

“I think so.”

The tiny crack in Wyatt’s veneer of self-confidence was what fueled Jackson into rolling off Wyatt and onto his back. Legs splayed wide, hard cock against his own belly, ready for whatever Wyatt thought he had to give. “There’s condoms and lube under the bathroom sink.” Since he couldn’t interpret the hesitation in Wyatt’s expressive green eyes, Jackson added, “I’ll talk you through it.”

“Okay.” Wyatt climbed off the bed, and Jackson admired the view of his departing backside. So pale like the rest of him, narrow cheeks flexing as he walked. He returned with the lube and the whole box of condoms, which made Jackson smile.

“Don’t think we’ll need them all.”

“I know, I just, um.” His upper cheeks stained pink. “I’ve never worn one and I might, you know, rip it or something.”

Jackson sat up. “You’re twenty years old and have never worn a rubber?”

He shrugged as he sat near Jackson’s feet. “I’ve never done this with a guy. Never wore one for blow jobs. A guy I blew at a party once wore one, and it tasted awful.”

“You never had sex with a girl?”

“One girl but she was on the pill and said she was allergic to latex. It was fine but nothing special. I was still figuring out I was gay but nervous to act on those feelings, you know?”

“Yeah, I know. Small-town boy, remember?”

“Right.” He lifted his head and met Jackson’s eyes. “Is it weird to be talking about this while totally naked?”

“Nah. It’s never a bad thing to talk about stuff before the sex happens. Unless the whole point is for it to be an anonymous hookup, and while I’m fine with those when the mood strikes, getting to know someone can make the whole thing a lot more enjoyable for all parties involved.”

“Makes sense.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Especially when you’re about to nail your coworker?”

Jackson snorted laughter, liking that he could laugh in bed with Wyatt. “Yeah, especially when you’re about to nail your coworker. You still wanna?”

“Hell yes. You still want to?”

“Fuck yes.” He stroked his rock-hard cock. “You feel like sucking this before we get to the main event?”

With a devilish grin, Wyatt lunged up the bed and knelt between Jackson’s spread legs. Took hold of his cock with one hand and lowered his head. Licked around the crown in a ticklish way before closing his lips over it. Jackson sighed and closed his eyes, wanting to savor the sensation of that hot mouth over his flesh. Wyatt had both enthusiasm and decent technique, and he wasn’t shy about touching, licking, and sucking his dick while rolling Jackson’s balls. He licked at the flesh between Jackson’s cock and balls without actually sucking on his nuts, but that wasn’t every guy’s thing.

Jackson was very oral and eager to show Wyatt what that felt like. As his own orgasm built, Jackson floated on the sensations buzzing along his nerve endings, but everything got a bit too close. Then he grabbed Wyatt by the shoulders, hauled him up, and rolled them so Wyatt was on his back. Wyatt yelped in surprise and then in utter delight when Jackson took Wyatt’s cock into his mouth.

He tasted like soap and spice and all the things Jackson loved about giving head. He took Wyatt’s cockhead into the back of his throat and swallowed once. Wyatt cried out, fingers digging into Jackson’s shoulders, either to pull him off or keep him there, Jackson didn’t know or care. He nibbled at the vein on the underside of Wyatt’s cock from tip to root, then nuzzled at his balls. Wyatt drew his legs up higher, farther apart, giving Jackson plenty of room. He licked Wyatt’s fuzzy sac, enjoying the sharper taste here. The way the skin grew tauter and his balls drew up. He sucked on one, then the other, while a single finger rubbed at Wyatt’s taint. No lower, not unless Wyatt begged for it.

When Wyatt didn’t beg, Jackson took his cock into his mouth and held still, a firm pressure without moving his tongue at all. He’d learned about cock warming a long time ago, and it was a fun way to amp his partner up. Wyatt tried to thrust, to move his hips sideways, and Jackson held him still with both arms across his belly.

“Oh fuck, come on,” Wyatt panted. “Let me move, damn it.”

Jackson laughed, and the sensation made Wyatt gasp.

“Jesus, you’re killing me.”

He’d barely scratched the surface of how far he could edge a guy, but Wyatt was young and if he had a hair trigger, Jackson wasn’t getting fucked anytime soon. With a long, hard suck, he pulled off Wyatt and squeezed the base of his cock. “Lightweight.”

“You’re a sadist.”

The hair on the back of Jackson’s neck prickled and not in the fun way. “No, I’m not. A true sadist would take pleasure in causing you pain. I just like hearing you beg for my touch. Positive touches, not painful ones.”

“Okay.” Wyatt’s understanding reflected in his smile. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Talking about stuff is good, remember?”

“Yes.”

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