His dick slipped deep in Coke’s mouth, the tip nudging the man’s throat. When Coke swallowed around him, the heat and pressure made him want to scream. Dillon lasted all of maybefive seconds that way. Then Coke’s fingers nudged his balls again, and he just lost it, giving Coke everything he had.
Fuck. Fuck. Coke swallowed around him and it was so fucking huge, so big. He shook with it, barely able to believe his good luck. He had this man all to himself.
Those hands eased him through it, eased him down into the mattress. “Good.”
“Good? Coke, that doesn’t even begin.” Not even close. Good was a pale reflection of what that had been.
Coke’s chuckle ghosted over the tip of his cock, soft enough to tickle.
“When I can move, I’m gonna tear you up…”
That was a full-out laugh, hearty and happy. “I’m looking forward to it, cowboy.”
“Mmm. Yeah? Which part do you like best?” His hand felt heavy, but he managed to start petting.
“Shit, Dillon. I just like you.” Coke kissed the tip of his dick, tongue barely touching the slit. “I like your flavor, your smell.” One hand caressed his ass. “Your pretty backside.”
“Mmm. You want it, babe?” He was ready. He could let Coke in now. His energy was coming back.
“I can let you rest…” That hand moved farther down, though, finger teasing his hole.
“I think I’m rested.” His cock thought so, too. A lot. It was rising again, sure as anything.
“Do you?” Coke hummed, lips near his balls, tongue moving them from side to side.
“Uh-huh.” His breath caught in his chest, his toes curling again.
Jesus, there was nothing like lazy, focused Coke. Nothing. Coke spread his legs, tongue slipping behind his balls now. Dillon grunted, his breath hitching good and hard.Oh, yeah.His cock was definitely back up. “Need you, babe.”
“Got me.” Coke got him all right, got him good and wet, got him slick, then pushed over him, strong arms on either side of his shoulders.
Dillon spread wide, pushing his hips up so Coke could line up with his hole. Easy.
“Dillon.” Coke slid into him, sank deep and spread him. He got to watch the thick muscles ripple for him, bulge.
“Mine.” He gripped those wide shoulders, holding on for dear life. That fat cock pressed into him, opening him up.
“Yeah.” He hadn’t had Coke like this, covering him, every inch of him strong and sure, since the accident. It was almost enough to short out his brain. Not quite, because he wanted to see and feel and be with Coke. He wanted to make it last.
Those amazing muscles rippled, Coke staring at him, looking at him as if he was the center of the earth. Fuck. Fuck, it was hot. “Cowboy. Want to do this forever.”
“Okay.” Okay, he was right there with that. Yes.
Coke nodded once, then started moving, hard, strong strokes that made him shake, made him cry out. He held on as hard as he could, loving on whatever skin he could reach with his mouth. He was a lover, after all.
“Lean up here. Kiss me. Can’t reach you.”
Dillon pulled himself up mainly with his abs, knowing Coke loved how that felt. Then he gave Coke a kiss, hard and deep. Coke cried out, slamming into his ass with something close to desperation. That was okay with him. It really was. He understood, even. His kiss became a little ravenous.
Coke lost it, driving into him mindlessly, hand hard on his hip as his bullfighter’s eyes rolled. He was gonna have bruises. Fucking hot.
Dillon found himself chanting Coke’s name, pushing his bullfighter to come for him, to let him feel it deep inside. He was gonna blow without Coke even touching him this time.
Coke’s shoulders rippled, a deep roar pushing from the man’s chest as that fine, fat cock pulsed, heat flooding him. Grunting, Dillon bit at the skin of Coke’s neck, just hard enough to anchor himself. Then he was coming, too, his cock pushing against Coke’s belly.
Coke held himself up, arms shaking for a second, before he pulled out and landed beside Dillon.
“God.” The word came right out of him, explosive and yet breathless.
