Dillon kicked off the other one and the shorts went flying, too. Naked clown. So pretty, with all that lean muscle and smooth skin.
He pondered where to start, finger slipping along the faint trail to glory that wandered down Dillon’s flat, perfect belly.
Dillon sucked in a breath, muscles working as all mirth fled. “Babe. Yeah. Need you.”
“Good.” He leaned down and kissed the tip of Dillon’s cock, just a single caress before he crawled up along his cowboy’s body. His neck wasn’t bendy enough to suck Dillon like this, but there was more than enough that he could do to make Dillon happy.
He got their cocks together and rubbed, letting the tip of Dillon’s dick catch against his. Dillon made this great noise—all happy need, like there wasn’t nothing the man wanted more, ever.
Then those long legs wrapped around him, Dillon lifting up to get more.
He got one hand under Dillon’s ass, and he dragged them together, pulled them so close that air couldn’t slip through.
Dillon grunted, head thrown back, pressing up and up.
He did love how his cowboy needed him, with his whole heart. His neck ached, and damned if Dillon didn’t reach up, rubbing it. The best way to pay Dillon back was a deep, harsh kiss.
When they broke for air, Dillon panted, clinging to him. “Babe, I— Let me get on top, huh?”
“Yeah.” Good thing Dillon liked the ride. Coke rolled to his back, and Dillon took some time getting him settled, pillows under his shoulders and head. “You spoil me.”
“I do. You deserve it.” Dillon grabbed his cock, rubbing it up and down, getting him back into the action.
He didn’t bother to argue. Dillon wouldn’t care what he said on that front. Instead, he stroked that fine skin, admiring with his hands as well as his eyes while Dillon put on a show for him.
Please let me be good enough to deserve him. The thought filled him and he gave it up, trusting that it would be heard.
Dillon smiled for him, then bent to lick his cock, getting him good and wet.
That went a long way to dissolving any sort of thoughts he might have about anything. Dillon filled all of his senses. All of his empty spaces.
His cock had gone from interested to aching, and his hips rolled up, desperate for connection. Dillon gave it to him, sucking him in deep, really bobbing up and down.
“Want. Want you. Cowboy.” He bit the words out, his teeth clenched tight.
Dillon popped up, nodding and wiggling into place over his hips. “Just let me get ready for you, babe.”
“God yes.” That was one of his favorite sights on earth. He watched Dillon get his fingers wet, then reach back to touch himself, opening up that tight little hole.
The view was perfect—and his. He kept stroking himself, hand moving nice and easy, dragging on his shaft. He just needed to keep it going until— Bingo. Dillon swarmed over him, grabbing his dick again to keep it steady.
“In me,” Dillon stated. “Now.”
“Demanding cowboy,” he teased. Still, he arched up, taking what he was given with both hands.
“I am. Pushy. Know what I want.” The head of his cock lodged at that heated entrance, and Dillon bore down, those blue eyes almost feverish.
“Wha…?” Coke’s eyes crossed as he sank into pure heat and he grabbed Dillon’s hips, dragging him down on his cock.
“Uhn.” Dillon undulated, hips rolling, thighs spreading wide around him. “Harder.”
He could do harder. He used hands and hips to drive into Dillon, to prove that he was more than strong enough to give his cowboy what was needed.
Body clamping down around him, Dillon rode hard, all balance and grace. He could have been a hell of a bull rider. He was a better lover.
Coke groaned and bent his knees, slamming up into Dillon with all he had.
“That’s it. Oh, Coke.” Dillon braced against his chest and moved faster, hand reaching to touch that hard cock.
