Jesse grinned, adjusting his position to hit that spot with every thrust. “There it is,” he said, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “That’s your prostate, cowboy.”
I lost the ability to form coherent words as he began thrusting up to meet me, his cock driving into that spot over and over. My thighs burned with the effort of lifting and lowering myself, but I couldn’t stop, couldn’t slow down. The pleasure was too intense, building like a storm inside me.
“Jesse,” I panted, my movements growing erratic. “I’m close. So fucking close.”
“Me too,” he groaned, his hand speeding up on my cock. “Want to feel you cum around me. Want to fill you up.”
His words pushed me closer to the edge. I’d never been one for dirty talk, but hearing Jesse tell me what he wanted, how good I felt around him… it did things to me I couldn’t explain.
“Please,” I begged. “Please cum inside me.”
Jesse groaned, his hips snapping up with renewed urgency. “Yes, fuck, I’m gonna fill you up so good.”
His hands gripped my thighs hard enough to bruise as he pounded into me from below. The piercing hit that sweet spot inside me with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure so intense they bordered on pain. I’d never felt anything like this… the fullness, the vulnerability, the complete surrender of control.
“Oh god,” I gasped, my back arching as my orgasm built at the base of my spine. “I’m gonna?—”
“Look at me,” Jesse demanded, his voice rough with need. “I want to see your face when you cum for the first time with acockinside you.”
I forced my eyes open, meeting his heated gaze. I saw raw desire, yes, but also tenderness, awe, love… it pushed me over the edge. My cock pulsed in his hand as I came harder than I ever had in my life, thick ropes of cum painting Jesse’s chest and stomach. My entire body convulsed, muscles clenching around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me.
“Fuck, Cole!” Jesse cried out, his hips stuttering upward. I felt him throb inside me, the hot rush of his own cum filling me as his fingers dug into my flesh. His face in that moment was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen… eyes closed tight, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure.
I collapsed onto his chest, heedless of the mess between us. We lay there panting, his cock still pulsing inside me as the aftershocks of our orgasms rippled through us both. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as if he was afraid I might disappear.
“Oh my god...” I struggled to find words, my brain still fuzzy with pleasure. “I didn’t know…”
“Pretty good, huh?” Jesse grinned, pressing a kiss to my temple. “That’s why I like bottoming so much.”
We stayed like that for several long minutes, connected in the most intimate way possible, neither of us wanting to break the spell. Eventually, Jesse shifted beneath me, his softening cock slipping free. I winced slightly at the emptiness, at the unfamiliar feeling of his cum leaking from me.
“You okay?” he asked, concern coloring his voice as he brushed sweat-dampened hair from my forehead.
I nodded, pressing a kiss to his chest. “I don’t think I’ve ever been better.” I looked up into those familiar hazel eyes. “I love you, Jesse.”
He smiled back. “I love you too.”
Chapter 25
Jesse
Icouldn’t help sneaking out of the barn around lunch to stretch out in the sun for a bit. It was the first warm day we’d had all year. Spring came late to the Montana mountains and despite the heat between me and Cole, I’d longed for the sun. The warmth felt glorious on my face. After months of bitter cold and snow, the heat was like a forgotten friend returning. I closed my eyes, tilting my head back to soak it in, feeling the first hint of summer on my skin.
“Slacking off again?”
I didn’t need to open my eyes to know Cole was standing there. I could feel his presence, that particular mix of warmth and strength that always made my stomach flip.
“Taking a strategic mental health break,” I corrected, finally looking at him.
He stood a few feet away, thumbs hooked in his belt loops, that black cowboy hat shading his eyes. The spring sunlight caught the angles of his face, highlighting the stubble along his jaw. Even after all these months, the sight of him still took my breath away.
“Evelyn’s bringing lunch in twenty,” he said, his voice gruff but I could hear the affection underneath.
“Come sit with me and take a break,” I patted the patch of grass beside me. “Five minutes won’t kill you.”
Cole glanced around, checking if any of the ranch hands were nearby. Finding no one, he sighed and lowered himself next to me, his movements stiff from a morning of hard work.
“Spring suits you,” he said quietly, eyes traveling over my face. “You look... happy.”
