Page 75 of Cowboys Can't Kiss

He bites at his lip with a small smile. “You most certainly don’t.”

“Get your pants off and come here. Stop being so thoughtful for…like, twenty minutes or so.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Only twenty minutes?”

Sliding to the edge of the bed and sitting up, I reach for his hand and pull him to me. “Look, I’ll admit I’m tired. But I won’t fall asleep until I make you come, and it won’t take much for me to follow.” Jackson passes his palm over my cheek and lifts my face. His lips part, but I press a finger over them.

“You’ve been taking care of me for two days, Jackson. Let me take care of you.”

“Okay,” he whispers, and the simple words spur me forward to draw his pants down, but the rest of his words stop me. “But I just want you to know that I never want to feel like I’m controlling youor whatever. I…” Jackson breathes deeply. “I don’t like it when we don’t feel equal.”

Peering up at him as I sit on the edge of the bed, I wonder what exactly he means. But I remember his words while we listened to the bullfrogs and again at the hotel. He implied he never wanted me on my knees, but I didn’t think it stemmed from something like this. I thought he was just being sweet and not wanting me to feel cheap.

“Wait a minute.” Leaning in, I kiss his stomach before standing up. “Do you feel like if I kneel for you, something I want to do because I love it and it makes us both feel good, that in some way you’re…” I don’t even know the right word because I’m confused.

Jackson cups my face and kisses me. “It makes me feel like I’m taking advantage of you. I know that sounds silly, but…” He shrugs his shoulders and glances away.

“Do you trust me, Jack?”

“Of course.”

“Let me show you how good it is. Just because I’m on my knees doesn’t mean we’re any less or that you disrespect me.” Kissing his neck, I slide my hands up his chest. “You’re a safe place for me. It means I cherish you and in no way do I feel like you’re taking advantage of me. I promise you, this makes me just as happy as it will you.” My hand drifts and wraps around his growing erection. Jackson moans and drops his head to my shoulder. “And I’m the one in control, Jack. Not you. So please let me do this for both of us.”

“Okay, Rye.”

His hands trail down my arms before dropping to his sides as his gaze tracks me lowering to my knees. I’ve been thinking abouttasting Jackson like this since he ran the tub for me, but I don’t want to rush it. His swallow clicks in the silence as I lower myself in front of his now very hard cock.

Leaning in, I lick up the underside of his dick and relish the stuttering sigh from Jackson’s lips. After a flick of my tongue across the tip and his sigh turning to a loud moan, I’m done for.

“Holy shit, Rye.” Jackson grips my shoulders as I take him down, swallowing around him as his mouth drops open with a gasp. One shaky hand reaches out to cup my cheek, and I lean into it. Jackson rubs his thumb across my cheek, and I glance up at him. His eyes are wide, chest flushed as his breaths come in short pants.

“Are you okay, Jack? Feeling good? I know I am. Look.” I lean back slightly, stroking my hard-as-fuck length. “This is what tasting you on my knees does to me, Jack.”

“Shit…then don’t stop,” he rasps.

But it’s his shy smile that gets me. Somehow, he’s turned this back to being for me and I can’t even be mad about it.

I take him down with more gusto, burying my nose against his skin until my eyes water. I can’t get enough of him in my throat, his flavour flooding my mouth and the weight on my tongue. Blowing someone is an immense turn on for me. I love the way I can turn a man toJell-Owith only my mouth.

Jackson’s thighs tense and his fingers curl into my hair, pulling at the strands.

“Rye…” His raspy voice makes me moan around him. He’s so fucking gone. My hand moves faster along my dick as I feel Jackson swell in my mouth. Glancing up, I watch his face transform as he unloads down my throat. The absolute bliss, followed by a tenderness that lights me up from the inside, washes over his handsome features. Some people might think having your lover’s dick in your mouth as he comes is the height of intimacy, but that’s not entirely true. Add on the complete adoration on Jackson’s face while I swallow and jerk myself off. You can’t get closer than that.

My orgasm hits me hard, almost stealing my breath. When I finally open my mouth to heave in a lungful of air and let his cock slide out, Jackson falls to his knees in front of me and surveys the mess. My hand overflowing with cum, my lips swollen and his cum on my chin and maybe even on my cheek.

“Are you okay?” he whispers and I can’t keep the laughter contained.

“Jackson, that was the hottest blow job I’ve ever given.” Leaning forward, I press my lips to his with a small sigh. “I’msofucking okay. Are you?”

“I think I blacked out for a split second when I—” His eyes grow impossibly wide. “Oh my god. Did I hurt you? I didn’t pull away or anything and I’ve never…” Jackson trails off as the tips of his ears turn red.

“You’ve never come down someone’s throat before?”

“Um…no. I’m just…I mean, I’m not…” Jackson screws his eyes shut tight. “I’m not a prude or anything. I’ve just never let my partners do anything like this before.”

Cold dread grips me.

“Jackson, shit. I’m an asshole. An irresponsible asshole. I haven’t been with anyone in over six months. I still get tested, so don’t worry. I’ve always been safe, even when I was with Chase. We should have talked about my status first, but I…I was so focused on making you feel good. I’m so sorry for not even bringing that up.”

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