Page 60 of His Cowboy Heart

“Yes!”

I was rewarded with another hard thrust that hit my prostate. My knees buckled as a powerful tremor hit me.

“Who do you belong to?” he demanded.

“You, Flynn. I belong to you.”

Flynn’s grip tightened on my throat and then he started fucking me for real. He managed to hold my body still as he rammed into me over and over. It felt so good, I was sure my body would implode.

“Don’t stop, Flynn. Please,” I begged.

“I won’t, baby,” Flynn whispered into my ear. “Let me take care of you.”

I managed a nod.

The hand Flynn had on my hip wrapped around until he was able to grip my painfully hard dick. I was so sensitive that I cried out at the contact. Flynn nailed my prostate again, distracting me long enough that he could wrap his fingers around my shaft. His hand was wet, either from spit, cum, lube, or all of the above. I didn’t care because my dick easily slid through his grip which was tight enough to apply the perfect amount of pressure. He began alternating between fisting my cock and thrusting into me. Thankfully, he only did it a few times and then we were in the home stretch. Even with Flynn pounding into me as he stroked my cock with fast, heavy drags, I could still hear him whispering into my ear.

“Love you so much, baby.”

If I could have spoken, I would have said the words back, but I was out of breath, my ass was on fire, and my dick felt like it would explode at any moment.

I lost all sense of reality after that. All I could do was chase down the orgasm that was just beyond my reach. I could feel the start of it everywhere, but my body refused to let me go. It wasn’t until Flynn said, “Come for me” that my body obeyed. I wasn’t sure whether I screamed or not as the orgasm hit me like a freight train. My body was racked with violent jerks as Flynn’s calloused hand worked my dick. I began to sob because the relief was that powerful. The pleasure kept going on and on, but just as it began to waver, he came deep inside of me.

The sensation sent another round of brutal pleasure through me. I was being burned from the inside out and I loved it. I loved knowing I’d pleased Flynn. I loved knowing that despite the control he’d demonstrated, whenever he came inside of me, he was anything but controlled. His dick rammed into me with no finesse as he crossed that line. He was still using my ass to milk his cock as he rode out his orgasm. Between his strokes, the sound of him shuttling his dick through the hot cum inside me, and the way he turned my head and kissed me, it was enough to kick off another orgasm. I wouldn’t have thought it possible to come a second time but, as usual, Flynn managed to surprise me.

I was shaking uncontrollably by the time it was all over. Flynn’s cock slipped free of my body just before he turned me around and locked his arms around me to keep me upright. He made love to my mouth for a couple of minutes and then eased me down to the sleeping bag he’d brought. It was much thicker than the blanket he’d used the first time we’d been up here. I moaned when Flynn gently slid his dick back inside of me. There was no way he’d be able to make me come again and I doubted he’d recovered enough to get himself off, but he didn’t even try. He just rocked back and forth inside of me. I wasn’t sure who’d become more obsessed with listening to the sound of him gliding in and out of his own cum. I personally couldn’t get enough of it.

When Flynn’s dick had softened to the point that it slid free from my body, he reached down and covered my hole with his fingers like he wanted to keep his semen inside of me. I loved that too. His need to prove to me and himself that I was his always made my heart soar.

We were both so spent that neither of us said or did anything except try to catch our breath. Flynn rolled off me and collapsed on his back next to me. When his fingers closed around mine, I smiled. I got the impression that keeping us linked in some way was one of Flynn’s favorite things because he always touched me in some way after we made love. It didn’t matter how tired he was.

I still had a habit of listening to the way he breathed, and not just when we were having sex. Though Flynn hadn’t had any panic attacks since the night we’d admitted our love for one another, I still couldn’t stop worrying about him. While I knew he always carried both anti-anxiety pills as well as aspirin on his person, I doubted he had any idea that I carried the same things with me wherever we went.

A while later, Flynn handed me a bottle of water. We both drank our fill, me from the bottle and him from his canteen. Flynn got dressed but only so he could lean back against the tree we’d just fucked up against. I moved to sit between his bent legs and leaned back against him. His arm instantly went around my waist while his other reached for the edge of the sleeping bag and worked it until I was covered from my neck down. I could just as easily have gotten dressed, but I liked it this way. I liked knowing that Flynn was always watching out for me all while demonstrating his love for me with little caresses or whispers in my ear. He wasn’t attempting to turn me on, and while being near him always turned me on anyway, little moments like that were the things I held closest to my heart.

“You know, you never did tell me how you ended up with Banana,” I said.

I could practically feel the smile on Flynn’s mouth when I said the first part of his horse’s name. Despite my declaration that I wanted my own horse, Flynn had hedged on getting me one. His excuse was that he wanted to find the perfect one. My excuse for not pestering him about it was that I did, in fact, love riding BJ with him. Flynn had, however, started to teach me to ride. We’d had to do it in secret, but knowing BJ would take care of me, it hadn’t taken me long to get the gist of it. I still had a lot of practice ahead of me, but I wasn’t in any rush.

“After my second heart attack, I was terrified. Just…terrified. Every honk of a horn, sirens wailing, and pretty much everything else that was an inherent part of the city made me feel like I was dying all over again. The doctors had emphasized that lowering my stress level was important, so I knew I had to get out of the city. Out ofanycity. When I finally made the decision to leave, it hit me that I had nowhere to go. I hadn’t seen my family in years; I’d never had time to make friends or have any romantic relationships. I had no one, nowhere and nothing.”

My heart broke for Flynn. I hadn’t exactly had a social circle at any point in my life, but I’d had people here and there like my uncle and eventually Brooks.

“You weren’t in contact with West anymore?” I asked.

“No. I didn’t even know if he was still alive. The doctors had said identical twins didn’t always have the same birth defects, but I still needed to tell West to get himself checked. I didn’t care if he didn’t want to see or hear from me ever again after that. He’d always been my protector when we’d been kids but it was my turn to finally protect him for once.”

“You loved him. Despite everything, you loved him.”

Flynn sighed. “Yeah, I did. But I never made an effort to reach out once I left West Virginia. I had too much pride, but I think I was just running away from the guilt of not being there for him when he’d needed me most.”

“What made you choose to go to New York?”

“Promise you won’t laugh at me?”

I squeezed Flynn’s hand because despite the intended humor behind the question, he needed me to take him seriously. He just didn’t want to admit it.

“Promise. If I do, you can fuck me again as long as I don’t have to move because I think you broke me,” I explained.

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