Page 32 of For the Love of the Bull Rider

Tim pulled away and looked into Matt’s eyes, certain of his decision. “Take me to bed and make love to me.”

“Are you sure, Timmy? I can wait, I swear. I don’t—I won’t rush you.” Matt whispered against his collarbone where his tongue was getting acquainted with Tim’s body after he pulled off the younger man’s T-shirt. All the while, Tim was losing his fucking mind.

“God, yessss!” Tim hissed his consent, doubling as commentary on how wonderful Matt’s mouth felt on his skin.

Matt stood and pulled Tim up his body, bracing his hands under the younger man’s ass as the bull rider carried him down the hallway and up the stairs to the bedroom. It wasn’t the first time Tim had been in that room, but it was the first time the two had planned to make love. They’d fingered and sucked each other, but they had yet to take the biggest step forward, physically.

Tim was nervous, but as Matt held him in his arms before he put him on the bed, Tim knew he was in good hands… literally and figuratively… especially when the man took off Tim’s jeans and briefs.

Feeling Matt’s touch on his naked skin was unbelievable. The man’s tongue explored every inch of Tim’s chest, nipping and sucking his nipples to hard peaks while further down his body,the cowboy’s fingers found their way to his entrance. A large, calloused finger circled the sensitive skin, and he gasped for a second until that large finger breached the ring of muscle.

The bull rider seemed set on loosening him up so his body could accommodate that hefty cock. Tim was a little worried about the size because he’d had it in his mouth more than once, but in his heart, he knew if he asked Matt to stop, he would in an instant.

Tim truly wanted to feel the man inside him. To test the waters, Tim shoved four fingers up his own ass while jacking off after he measured Matt’s cock while sucking him. It might be uncomfortable at first, but Tim knew his body would stretch to accept the girth, and he was hungry for it.

“Please, Matty, now. I need to feel you inside me, baby.” Tim was breathless as he reached for a condom. He opened it with his teeth and pushed Matt onto his back.

They’d been kissing as if the world might end, so when Tim put the condom in his mouth, he saw Matt look at him like he’d lost his mind. Tim had seen the move in a porn video, and he was trying to be sexy. He was pretty sure he wasn’t making the grade, but he was definitely giving it his all.

When he bent forward and pushed the condom over Matt’s cock with his mouth, unrolling it with his lips, Tim glanced up through his lashes at Matt, seeing welcome surprise.

He was smugly satisfied. It was another notch to help build his confidence, and he was also relieved. He wanted to be the man to satisfy Matthew Collins in bed, so he’d need all of the confidence he could muster.

After Matt was encased in latex, Tim lubed him up and moved up the man’s body, such that his thick cock was lined up with Tim’s tingling channel. He took a deep breath and held Matt’s dick where he needed him, slowly beginning the process oflosing his virginity. It would be a moment that stuck with Tim for the rest of his fucking life.

“Oh, fuck, that feels so good, baby. You’re grippin’ me so fuckin’ tight.” Tim slowly sank onto Matt’s hard cock after easing off and inching his way down the ample member again.

There was a bit of a burn, but it wasn’t exactly uncomfortable in the beginning. When Matt wrapped a slick hand around Tim’s protruding dick as it rested on the bull rider’s tight abs, Tim was fucking lost to the sensation.

Tim had never figured he’d enjoy a little pain with his pleasure. It was like he was floating above himself with all the sensations Matt was bringing forth in his body and mind.

They got into a good rhythm of moving together as Matt jacked him, but when Tim’s body was nearly pushed over the edge, he stopped Matt’s hand and moved it above the man’s head as he leaned forward and kissed him softly. “You okay?”

“Oh, baby, I’m so far beyond okay I can barely breathe. Can I flip us now? I love you bein’ on top of me but I wanna feel your legs wrapped around my waist. I love the feel of your body on me, but I want to be closer.” Matt’s whispered response brought gooseflesh to Tim’s skin.

After Tim was on his back with Matt seated deep inside him, the bull rider made slow work of showing Tim how good he could make him feel. Tim had only imagined it would be so life-altering, but as the sensation of Matt inside him elevated his soul out of his body, Tim knew for certain he’d be changed.

He dozed with his head resting on Matt’s right bicep after a soul-shattering orgasm, and Tim knew the way he’d viewed love and commitment would never be the same. He’d heard one never forgot their firsts… first kiss… first lover… first relationship. He was sure it was true, but he prayed Matthew Collins would not only be his first, but also his last and hiseveryone in between. Clearly, he fell in love like a penguin… forever.

SNAP! SNAP!

As the beautiful fog cleared, Tim glanced up to see Mickey with a huge, shit-eating grin on his face. “Ah, relivin’ the magic, I suspect. Well, good on you. I hope he was gentle.” The cowboy’s words were actually touching.

Before Tim could ask how the hell Mickey knew he’d been a virgin and that he and Matt had had sex the night before, the office door opened. Hank walked in with a petite blonde woman behind him. She looked at Mickey and shot him a sexy smile, which he returned with a wink and a smirk.

“Tim, this is Rhonda Turnberry. She’s here to see you.” Hank moved aside for the woman to step forward and extend her hand to Tim. Hank glanced down at the woman’s ass before giving an approving nod.

Tim did everything he could to hold the laugh because he’d met Patsy Sachs, Hank’s wife. If she got wind of that gesture, she’d have Hank’s nuts in a vise in two seconds, flat.

“Ronni, please.”

Tim rose to shake her hand, not sure at all what she was doing at the farm or what she wanted with him. She was dressed in a tan pantsuit with an ivory silk blouse under the jacket, so she definitely wasn’t there about boarding or buying a horse.

“Timothy Moran. How can I help you?”

Mickey tipped his cowboy hat as he walked toward the door of the office, Hank on his trail. They closed the door and left him with the woman…alone.

“Do you mind?” She pointed to the old, rickety oak chair in front of the desk.

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