“Mmm. Like it, too.” Which was a good thing, for a queer cowboy. If you hated sucking cock, well, it was hard to get a date.
Adam grinned. “You want to come on up here?”
Landon stood, launching himself at Adam. Adam caught him, kissing that swollen mouth, really tasting. His salt was on Landon’s tongue and he groaned, deepening the kiss.
He pushed his hands under Landon’s ass, lifting that hot little man up against him so he could feel Landon’s hardness. Sucking him had given the kid an amazing hard-on. “Horny little fucker.”
“Hell, yes. For you.” Landon looked at him like the sun was rising behind him. Like he’d hung the fucking moon.
What the hell could he do but kiss that mouth again?
Landon moaned for him, hips rolling lazily. That compact form was deceptive—Landon was strong as hell, could cling like a limpet. The needy son of a bitch didn’t back away from him at all. No, if anything, they got close enough to crawl into each other’s skin.
“Touch me. Please, cher. I ache for you.”
“Where, honey?” He was just enough of a tease to want Landon to ask.
“You can start wherever you want, cher, so long as I get to come at the end.”
“You get to come as many times as you want.” Landon was naked, hard, and Adam had to start with that straining dick.
“Ooeee!” Landon tensed, forcing that pretty cock into his hand.
“That’s pretty, honey. Hot for me.” Adam tugged, giving Landon some friction.
“Burnin’. Lawd, cher. I need it bad, you.” Sometimes Landon jabbered for him and it was like music. He wouldn’t let the obvious comparison to his ex-lover Beau derail him.
The similarity ended at both of them being Cajuns, damn it. Landon was…here. Right here. Now. And in his heart, Adam knew Beau had never looked at him the way Landon did. Not once.
Landon moaned, tongue tracing his lips, begging for him.
Adam gave everything he could, kissing Landon deep, pulling that hot cock in a brutal rhythm. His sides were squeezed, Landon’s knees digging in.
“I do love to see you like this, honey.”
“Dreamed ’bout you my whole life.”
“Did you?” Landon said the cutest shit. Adam rewarded that with a thumb pushing against Landon’s slit.
“Oui. Oui, dans mon reve.”
In his dreams. Landon really believed it, Adam could tell. He felt the weight of that statement deep in his belly—it was a lot to live up to.
He tightened his fingers, working the tip, making Landon arch. He wanted Landon to come, wanted to feel it. Adam leaned forward, bit Landon’s shoulder, and his Cajun hooted, spunk splashing on his hand. God, that was perfect, watching Landon do that little bump and grind dance for him.
“That was good, honey. Real good. I needed that.”
“Uh-huh.” Landon grinned at him. “Makes a good day.”
“Sure does.” He nuzzled just under Landon’s ear, smelling clean sweat, horses.
They settled on the bed, Landon solid in his lap. He breathed in Landon’s scent, licking at the sweaty skin. Landon rested against him, breathed, moaned.
He stroked Landon’s back. “So, what else did you get up to today, besides horses?”
“I helped Warner James with his roping demo and then I hazed some.”
“Anyone do any good?” The bulldoggers had been having a helluva time lately.
