“Mmm. Goddamn, Landon.” Adam just watched him, let him go, licking his lips clean.
“Missing you, cher. Like a lost tooth, me.”
“Yeah? Well, I was thinking on you, too.”
“Good.” Landon pushed up, got himself an armful of cowboy.
Adam kissed him, making this happy noise that settled deep in Landon’s gut. They leaned back and he wrapped all around that lanky son of a bitch, holding on tight.
Moving against him, Adam grunted, the sound guttural, happy.
His cowboy. He pushed a hand between them, loving on that pretty cock, weighing it in his hand.
“Uhn.” Adam pushed against his palm, rubbing up and down.
He wanted to get the edge off, then they could bathe, eat, then fuck again. Landon pulled at Adam’s cock, driving him faster and faster, so proud of how he could make Adam crazy.
Adam bared his teeth, groaning for him, jerking into his hands. He watched every second, urging Adam on with nonsense words. Finally he pushed up, slammed their lips together, getting both hands into the action.
Thrusting hard, Adam rocked into his hands a few more times before wet heat coated his skin, Adam coming for him.
“Oui, oui, cher. Jus’ so.” Gorgeous man.
“Oh, damn, honey. That was fine.”
He brought his fingers to his mouth, licked them clean. Bitter and salt and pure Adam. He could live on that, if he could figure out how.
“Hungry.” Adam dragged him into another kiss, hard, deep enough his toes curled. Maybe they could, uh, have round two, then eat and sleep.
He wrapped his leg around Adam’s hip, dragging them together. He kissed back, his tongue sliding against Adam’s. His cowboy rolled them over, big hands wrapping around his ass. Hoo yeah. He could ride.
Landon nodded, making sure Adam understood he was willing, eager, and able.
Adam grinned. “We got slick stuff. Right there on the table.”
“Good man, gettin’ all ready to play.” He licked that lazy, wicked smile.
“I tried to think of everything.” Adam nodded, very seriously, but the smile kept showing through.
“You a brilliant man.” Landon grabbed the tube of slick, handed it over.
Adam just got down to business, getting those fingers good and wet before pushing back behind to Landon’s hole. The touch was sure, deep, perfect, and stole his breath a little bit. Maybe more than a little when Adam curled his fingers. Oh, Lord, that felt good.
“Cher.” His head popped right up, eyes rolling some.
“Uh-huh. Fuck, you’re tight. Can’t wait to be inside.”
“No need to wait.” He drew one leg up, spreading wider.
“That’s it, honey.” Adam lifted him up, fingers sliding free. “Need a glove.”
“Yes, sir.” He stretched for one, rubbing them together as he moved. So good, the feel of that big body against his. “Mmm. Good to touch you.”
“Your skin feels so damned warm.” Adam was talking more these days.
Landon took that as a good sign.
He managed to get the rubber on that fat, thick dick. The whole maneuver took longer than it should have—he kept stopping to touch. Adam didn’t seem to be worrying on it too terribly hard, either. No, the man was soaking up his touch like a hound in the sun.
