“Love the way you look at me.”
Dillon rocked, bumping and grinding slowly.
His hand moved in time with the music, fingers tugging the tip on each and every upstroke.
God, he hoped to hell they never used this song in the show. He’d never be able to hear it again without thinking of Dillon’s hips moving like that.
His hand moved slower. He wanted this to last and last.
Dillon grinned at him for a moment before turning again, ass wiggling and gyrating.
“Fuck…” His teeth sank into his bottom lip, and his hips jerked up.
Dillon glanced back, then laughed out loud and shoved those tight shorts down.
“Laughing at me…” He grinned over, his own laughter bubbling up inside him.
“That was pure joy, babe.” This time when Dillon faced him there were all number of things bouncing.
“Yeah. I’m going to want you to ride me, after.”
“I can so do that.” The song hit its crescendo, and Dillon really let him have it all, popping and bouncing and moving like a wet dream.
Coke found himself on his knees, wrapping his hands around Dillon’s hips, tugging him closer.
“Mmm. Hey, babe.” Dillon stroked his hair, swaying with him.
“Hey.” His lips were on Dillon’s belly.
“Feels so good.” That belly was flat as a board, and hot as fire.
“Need you.” He bent as best he could, got the tip of Dillon into his mouth.
“Oh, babe.” Dillon thrust for all of five seconds before moving away. “We can do this on the couch. Come on.”
He scooted back, got himself up on the couch, and shoved his jeans down.
Dillon helped, then pushed him so he was stretched out. That lean body turned, Dillon’s hips swinging around to hover above his face.
“Dillon.” He grabbed the finest ass in rodeo, hands landing with a slap as he tried to get Dillon in.
Obliging, Dillon pushed, even as that hot mouth closed around Coke’s dick. God, the man had the best ideas.
Jesus. Yes. Coke sucked hard, the images of that fine body dancing for him still playing in his head.
It was like Dillon was still dancing for him anyway. The man moved on him like a dream, letting him suck, sucking him hard.
His whole body was on fire and he made sure to give Dillon all he had, pulling but good.
Dillon moaned around his cock, rocking up and down, lips and tongue working him.
Oh, cowboy. Fuck. He closed his eyes, encouraging Dillon to push down, take his mouth.
This was way easier on his neck than kneeling had been, which meant all he had to do was breathe and let Dillon do the work.
The hard muscles in that ass moved as Dillon fucked his lips.
He gripped that tight butt with both hands, loving every minute of it, knowing this man was his. All the way to the bone.
