He swallowed around the tip, groaning as Dillon jerked for him.
Dillon’s weight got a little heavier, that mouth taking him all the way in. All the way so Dillon could swallow around him.
His arms wrapped around Dillon’s waist and he tugged the man in as they humped together.
These incredible sounds came from deep in Dillon’s body, echoing around his cock. It felt so damned good.
His hips rolled, and all he knew was his cowboy—the smell, the heat, the taste.
Dillon was everything. All around him. So hot and good and the drops that fell on his tongue made him want more.
Coke moaned, sucked harder and harder, demanding that Dillon give it up for him.
He got what he wanted a few seconds later. Dillon blew like a blue norther, giving it all up for him.
Coke swallowed hard, tongue slapping on Dillon’s cock, drawing it out.
Dillon moaned for him, mouth slack around him for a few moments. Then his cowboy got back with the program, sucking him good and deep.
“Cowboy. Cowboy.” He kissed the tip of Dillon’s cock, one thigh. Fuck, it was good.
Dillon pushed one hand under his butt, pulling him up. Not enough to put an arch on his back, but enough to give him good friction.
Yeah.
Yeah.
“More.”
His cowboy gave him more. Hell, the man bobbed up and down like a madman, sucking Coke like it was the only thing Dillon wanted to do.
He started cursing, pure filth coming out of him as he worked to get to his orgasm.
A low moan sounded, Dillon dancing on top of him, sucking harder and harder. The tiniest edge of teeth hit him right at the base, just enough to sting.
Coke shot so hard his eyes rolled, his feet banging on the couch.
Dillon eased him back down to earth, licking his softening cock, rough cheek rubbing his belly.
“C… Cowboy.”
He was flying.
“Love you, babe.” Dillon was laughing, and Coke knew the sound was just pure joy.
“Love. Man, you rock my world.” He grinned against Dillon’s hip.
“Thank God. I would hate to think you were fantasizing about Nate all this time.” Oh, butthead.
“Oh, oh, ew!.” He swatted Dillon’s butt but hard.
“Ow!” Dillon wiggled for him, though. The man did love a good smack.
“Perv.” He popped Dillon again, lighter this time.
“Mmm. I can’t help it. You have these hands.”
“I do. I have two.”
