He wrapped his lips around one tight nipple, teeth teasing just a bit, tempting Adam to play. It worked. Adam rubbed against him like a cat in heat. Fucking made his mouth dry, made him lick his lips, lick Adam’s skin. That, in turn, made Adam hump up and nip at him, stinging bites landing on his neck and shoulder.
“Don’t stop.” He shifted, straddled Adam. “Want.”
“Not gonna stop, honey.” He felt Adam slick up the condom, then that thick cock was poking at him.
He sank right on back, humming a cheery little song. Fifth ride of the night for his happy ass. This one was gonna be way more fun than a two thousand pound bull, though. Way more. More fun, and longer than eight seconds, too.
“Will you stop thinking so loud, honey? It’s time to ride.”
“Riding. Woohoo! In it for the whole thing.” He had to tease. Had to.
Adam snorted. “This is the big purse, honey.”
“Shit, yeah. The one that counts.” He leaned down, brought their mouths together.
The kiss went on for a long while, almost leisurely, while Adam slid inside him. One inch at a time. By the time his ass was on Adam’s thighs, he was gulping in deep breaths, his heart slamming in his chest.
Adam held his hips, fingers digging in. The bruises would blend with the ones he already had, but he’d know these. He’d see them for days, not the ones from the bull rides. These meant Adam was holding on.
He moved faster, his hips rolling, his belly tight, holding him upright. Adam filled him until his teeth hurt, clenching against the shout. They slapped together, his cock bobbing, bouncing between them. His balls pulled up, the heat of Adam’s body making them feel so good.
Adam was driving him down, tugging on him. Fuck. Fuck, yes. He arched, his body swaying, his hands searching for something solid. They landed on the headboard with a slap, and he held on, his hips rocking. His ass slapped Adam’s hips, and his breath hitched. Fucking perfect, them. Together. Now.
Landon’s eyelids went heavy, his everything bouncing away. With the way Adam stared, cursed in that hard voice, Landondidn’t feel like an idiot. He felt sexy. He felt like the center of Adam’s fucking universe.
Landon felt more than good enough, like he could climb the highest mountain.
“Gon’ ride you to the ground, cher.” ’Til Adam begged for mercy.
“You’d better. Need it.” Those big hands pulled him down again and again, their skin slapping together with these crazy noises.
Thank God they’d done took the edge off. Otherwise he’d be going off like a rocket. Instead, he could let it build and build.
Adam’s hands were everywhere, scratching and tugging, pinching some. Each sensation pushed him, sending him flying. He loved Adam’s sounds, the scent of that amazing skin. His knees protested and he told them to shut the fuck up. He was busy.
Adam chuckled. “You’re pretty intense, honey.”
“Am I? I’m focused, me.” He squeezed Adam’s cock as tight as he could, pulling his muscles in.
“Hell, yes.” The tendons in Adam’s neck stood out, those heavy chest muscles flexing. Oo-eee! Someone liked that. So he did it again, and again.
“Landon. God. Do it…” Adam trailed off, but Landon got the message.
He sat up, driving himself down on Adam’s dick, rubbing the heavy head against his gland. His eyes rolled back, his ass rocking, and Adam shouted, really moving under him.
“Fuck. Fuck.” He jacked himself hard and fast, pulling with all he had.
“Uh-huh. So pretty. Feels so good around me when you do that.”
“Need you like breathing.” He was right there, his muscles quivering.
Adam’s hand closed over his, helping him pull. “Harder, honey.”
“Harder…” He clenched his teeth, his orgasm barreling down on him like a stampede.
“Oh, fuck.” Adam bucked like it was roughstock night at the ranch, almost throwing him off.
He shot, spunk spraying over Adam’s belly, his ass working that fine dick. That was all it took to push Adam right over the edge, too. Landon felt each pulse, even with Adam wearing a rubber.
