“Cum for me, cowboy,” I whispered.
With a muffled cry, Beau came undone. His body tensed, muscles rippling as he spilled over my hand and stomach. The sight of him in ecstasy, combined with the rhythmic clenching of his ass drove me over the edge. With a strangled cry, I thrust upward, driving my cock deep inside him as I came. Beau’s eyes widened as my heat filled him, the sensation making his cock twitch in my hand.
We lay there for several moments, panting and trembling in the aftermath of our shared climax. Beau's forehead rested against mine, his breath warm on my face. I could feel his heart racing, matching the frantic beat of my own.
“That was...” Beau whispered, his voice hoarse.
“Amazing,” I finished for him, running my hands along his sweat-slicked back. “You did really good.”
He blushed, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “Yeah, amazing doesn't even begin to cover it.”
Slowly, carefully, Beau lifted himself off me. We both hissed at the sensation as my softening cock slipped out of him. He collapsed beside me on the narrow bed, his arm thrown across my chest.
“You okay?” I asked, turning my head to look at him.
Beau nodded, a lazy smile spreading across his face. “Better than I’ve ever been.”
He threw an arm over my chest and snuggled in, the sweat of his skin mixing with mine. He didn’t seem to care that we were both covered in cum and lube. In fact, neither did I. I just wanted to be close to him.
It didn’t take long for his breathing to deepen. I let my fingers trail over his shoulder as I pulled him close. It seemed like going for a ride on my cock wore my cowboy right out. I thought he was already asleep until he pulled me tight against him, pushing his lips up against my ear.
“I love you, Lucas,” Beau whispered.
Beau’s soft snores filled the room a moment later, and I had to do everything I could to stay still. Those words on his lips… they hit me in all the right places. It was exactly the thing I’d always wanted to hear from someone as kind and gentle and beautiful as him. However, it felt cruel to hear them now knowing that not only would I be leaving after the fair in a couple days, but that I’d also betray this man who’d trusted me so much.
And the worst part was, I loved him too. But I would never allow myself to say it. Not when I was going to hurt him in the end. That just plain wasn’t fair.
Chapter 19
Beau
Iwas having a pleasant dream. In it I was snuggled up in bed, my naked body pressed warmly against the beautiful man in front of me. I had my arm draped over his waist, his perfect ass pressed against my cock. Each time I shifted my hips I felt the delicious friction between us. Each time I moved, I wanted more and more to just slip inside him, a wake up call that would start both our days off right.
And when I woke up, he was still there. I blinked as the sunlight streamed through my window, falling across our naked bodies. Leaning in, I pressed my lips to the back of his neck, kissing him softly. Fuck it was wonderful to have him in my bed, to wake up with my arms around him. And even better because his ass was already there and waiting for my attention. Even as I ground my cock against him lightly, I felt him push back, a moan of delight escaping his lips.
“Good mornin’, beautiful,” I whispered, grabbing his hip and pulling him close.
“Good morning yourself, cowboy,” he grinned back, keeping his eyes closed. “I guess you’re happy to see me still here, huh?”
“More than happy.”
Lucas reached back, tangling his fingers through my hair. “Do whatever you want to me,” he whispered, craning his neck to kiss me over his shoulder. “I’m yours.”
“Fuck I love it when you talk like that…”
But just as I pressed my throbbing cock against his hole, there was a knock at the door.
“Coffee is on boys,” Mabel’s voice called through the door. “Don’t let it get cold.”
My heart nearly stopped beating in my chest as footsteps faded away down the hall. Both of us laid there, stock still, neither of us breathing.
“Did… Did she say boys?” Lucas asked. “Like plural?”
I nodded silently, all the heat rushing out of my body.
“What do we do?”
“I don’t rightly know…”