Page 51 of His Cowboy Heart

The pants were next. Jules didn’t linger as he slipped his jeans off and put the sheer white pants on. I saw a flash of white beneath the pants as he put them on. He was wearing some kind of underwear beneath them.

It felt like hours by the time Jules walked around the bed so that he was standing at the foot of it, giving me a clear view of the outfit. He was perfect. The sheer pants did little to cover his supple thighs, but it was what he was wearing beneath the pants that had me practically drooling. I had no idea about lingerie designed specifically for men, but the boy-cut panties clung to his body. As Jules pretended to examine the outfit in detail, he gave me glimpses of the front and back of the high-waisted panties. The fabric covered most of his ass but left a small amount of the curve of his buttocks exposed. The front of the panties provided full coverage, but the lacy material which appeared to match the top he was wearing did next to nothing to hide his erection. The snug fabric kept his hard dick in place. No matter how soft and delicate the material was, Jules had to be feeling the same kind of painful constraint that I was.

It was all I could do not to jump off the chair and go to him, but I was also frozen in place because Jules was running his hands over every part of himself. When he finally looked up at me, his eyes were luminous.

“I think these might be a little tight,” Jules said as he ran his fingertips along the waistband of the underwear. “What do you think?” he asked in feigned innocence as he palmed his dick. He rubbed the crown and added, “The material might not be right. They’re a little damp right here.”

“Jules,” I growled in frustration.

“I think I need a second opinion. Can you feel this and tell me what you think?”

I was on my feet instantly, but it seemed to take forever to get to him. When I reached him, he remained perfectly still. He was so beautiful I was almost afraid to touch him. I was actually grateful when he took my hand in his and placed it on his collarbone. His skin was soft and warm. Jules slowly moved my hand so that it was touching the spaghetti strap. I was so caught up in a haze of lust that it took me a moment to realize he had removed his hand from mine.

I was on my own to explore. I instantly brought my other hand up and ran it down his side. The delicate material would be so easy to tear, but that was the last thing I wanted. I lowered my hands to rest them on his hips. The pants were so sheer that I barely felt them. I did, however, feel the panties. I ran one hand over Jules’s ass. Jules was breathing heavily and his body was trembling. Knowing that he needed this as badly as I did made taking my time impossible. I had the rest of my life to explore every inch of his body with my touch and my mouth. For now, what I needed was to taste him.

Jules gasped when I quickly dropped to my knees in front of him, palmed his ass with both hands and placed a kiss on the thin stretch of skin between the lacy top and the matching underwear. My next stop was his dick. He jumped when I closed my mouth over the crown of his dick. His hands landed on my shoulders as I gently sucked on him through the material. I quickly slipped the pants down so I could get a better taste of him.

He hadn’t been lying about the material being damp where the top of his dick was trapped between his body and the panties.

“Oh God,” Jules whispered as I licked and sucked my way down his dick until I reached his balls. His fingers dug into my shoulders as I toyed with him. My hands kneaded the curve of his ass. When I used one hand to dip my fingers beneath the waistband so I could feel his crack, Jules’s knees buckled.

“Flynn,” he called.

I knew what he needed. I needed it too. I climbed to my feet and angled my head so I could cover his mouth with mine. Jules automatically opened for me. I didn’t bother trying to tease him. We were both too far gone for that.

Using one hand to support the back of his head as I kissed him while the other hand remained on his ass, I pulled him against me so our bodies were perfectly aligned. Jules’s arms went around my neck. His hold on me was as tight as mine was on him.

I continued to consume his lush mouth even as I moved both hands down so I could push the pants and underwear down until they were wrapped around his thighs. Jules moaned as our tongues mated. I had no doubt that the sensation of my denim-covered dick pressing against his bare one was intoxicating.

When we were forced to break the kiss to catch our breaths, Jules’s eyes locked on mine. His fingers tugged at the hem of my shirt. I got the message and pulled it up and off over my head. His sweet lips immediately brushed over one of my nipples. Never in a million years would I have thought any part of my upper body would have erogenous zones, but Jules’s exploration of my chest proved me wrong. He licked, sucked, and kissed me everywhere, including the scar on my chest. His hands were on the move too. A delicious shiver went through me as he ran his fingers up and down my sides a few times, but when his fingers began working my jeans loose, a jolt of fear hit me out of nowhere.

No, no, no.

I tried to will the panic away, but that made things worse. All the pleasurable sensations disappeared as my chest grew tight.

“Flynn, look at me,” Jules demanded, his voice firm.

I snapped my eyes to his. His hands were on my face. “Breathe, baby,” Jules said. “You’re safe.”

If I could have spoken, I would have, but I managed a nod and did as Jules said. I remembered the night he’d walked me through the panic attack. I closed my eyes and began mentally counting with every breath. I held my breath with each inhale as well as each exhale. Jules was murmuring soft words of praise in my ear. I could feel his fingers pressed against my pulse points.

I wasn’t sure how long it took, but when my breathing evened out, all I could feel was shame and disappointment. My dick had gone soft as all of my body’s adrenaline had been focused on getting oxygen into my lungs.

“Sorry,” I said softly as I dropped my head to Jules’s shoulder.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Jules assured me as he settled his hand on the back of my head and pressed kisses against whatever skin he could reach. Eventually, his hands were lifting my head so he could kiss me on the mouth. The teasing kisses got my body’s attention in a good way and soon I was hungrily kissing him back. Blood raced to fill my dick. Jules had managed to loosen my jeans enough that he could slip his hands inside of them. He palmed my dick, rubbing his hand up and down the length of my shaft.

It was the first time he’d touched me in such an intimate way. My breathing ticked up, but not out of fear. It felt too damn good to be afraid. I dropped my head back as Jules’s skilled fingers massaged, fisted, and rubbed every part of my dick. His mouth was locked on my nipple again. The dueling sensations made all the need I’d been feeling return in a rush.

Jules continued to love me with his mouth and hand while his free hand eased my zipper down. The sound of it should have freaked me out, but I welcomed it. It meant Jules could push my jeans down enough to expose my dick and ass. I opened my mouth to protest when his mouth and hands disappeared, but anything I had to say fell by the wayside because Jules’s lips were back on mine. He was in control of the kiss. His tongue slid against mine over and over. At some point, my arms wrapped around his body and I lifted him so our mouths were evenly aligned.

My body was on fire by the time Jules ripped his mouth from mine. “Do you want to keep going?” he asked, his voice low and harsh. Knowing the man in my arms was consumed with need and yet still found the control to make sure I was okay, to give me the choice of what would happen next, stole my breath.

In the best way possible.

“Yes,” I ground out and then his mouth was once again latched on to mine. I was so lost in how good kissing Jules felt that I didn’t notice that he’d managed to turn our bodies so that the bed was behind me. When he urged me backwards, I automatically sat down when my legs hit the bed. Jules remained standing. He’d managed to maneuver us so that he was standing between my legs.

I ceded all control to Jules when he broke the kiss and latched on to my neck, then the sensitive spot where my neck and shoulder met. I used my arms to brace myself on the bed as Jules made his way down my body until he was kneeling on the floor between my legs. His eyes lifted to hold mine as he closed his fingers around my throbbing dick. The contrast of my flushed cock against his pale skin was intoxicating.

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