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Our bodies move together, grinding and rocking, lips kissing, tongues tasting, this moment unlike anything else I’ve experienced. This feels so much bigger than just two bodies using each other to get off. It’s larger, more significant than that. The air is thick, stifled. Our hearts and minds and bodies in tune with each other. Our hands joined together. I lick a hot, wet trail along his jaw, burrowing my face in his neck as I thrust in and out of him.

Sterling cries out, his hole constricting with each move, and I know with the way our bodies are flush, his cock is finding friction against my abdomen. I can feel it leaking on us. This, right here, is more intimate than we’ve ever been. More intimate than I’ve ever been withanybody. The organ in my chest tightens, aching with this need to consume all of him. To never let him go.

Needing to see him, see the pleasure passing through him as I fuck him, I sit up, hands coming to his hips as I lift him ever so slightly until my cock’s hitting that spot inside of him with each pump.

“Who’s hole is this?” I ask, my voice sounding almost foreign to me with how husky it is. How full of lust it is. “Tell me who you belong to, baby.”

“Yours,” he cries out. “You… I belong to you.”

A smirk tugs on the corner of my lip, chest swelling with pride. “That’s right, you do. And I fucking belong to you.”

“Yes, yes…yes!”

Release creeping up, I won’t be able to hold out much longer, so I wrap my hand around his red, swollen length, stroking in time with my movements, and Sterling loses his mind. A string of nonsensical words flies from his mouth as I pick up the pace, setting a rough onslaught while we both inch closer to the finish line. Sweat lines my brow, the back of my neck, my chest. The room feels a hundred and twenty degrees, but I couldn’t care less. The only thing in my mind is Sterling, and getting us boththere.

“You’re gonna make me come,” he moans. “You want me to come?”

“Fuck yeah, come for me, dirty boy. Let me have it all.”

“Oh, God… nrgh… I’m gonna come!” His nostrils flare, as his hands reach out, wrapping around my wrists, head thrown back as I watch rapt as his cock explodes, thick ropes of cum landing on his chest, and even up to his neck as he cries out, a guttural sound, as his hole squeezes the life out of my cock, sending me over the edge. I spill into the condom, the sound leaving me inhuman as he milks every last drop from me.

I collapse beside him on the bed, our chests heaving with ragged breaths.

“Fuck, that was good,” I murmur.

We both laugh before Sterling says, “It was amazing.”

Leaning over, I kiss him. It’s short and sweet, but I love every second of it.

“Okay, nap time,” I announce. “Then, I want a repeat of that a few more times before sunrise.”

“No, no, no.” Sterling sits up, and before I can voice my confusion, he adds, “Food first, then repeat.”

Shit, can’t argue that.

38

Shooter Graham

We ended up going another two rounds last night before we finally crashed in a pile of sweaty, tired limbs in the middle of the bed, where we stayed wrapped up in each other until just now. Sterling’s head is resting on my chest, my fingers raking through his messy, sleep-covered hair, as we talk about any and everything under the sun. There’s three weeks left until the rodeo season is over. Three weeks until everyone is back home, until finals roll around in December. With how well Sterling’s done this season, there’s no way he won’t make it to the finals.

“How’s therapy been going?” Sterling asks quietly as his fingertips softly trail along my stomach muscles. He knows I’ve been going, and that I think it’s helping, but I haven’t delved into deeper details, because I didn’t want to do or say anything that could throw off his game.

“It’s going well,” I admit honestly. “Daisy thinks I should try to get my dad to come with me to hash out all our shit.”

“Yeah? Think he will?”

“Fuck no.” I laugh because pigs had a better chance of flying before that would happen. “I love my dad, but he’s not exactly a ‘let’s talk it out together’ type of guy. Hell, to be honest, I didn’t think I was either until now. So, shit, who knows.”

Sterling moves his head off my chest, glancing up at me. “Do you think you want to return next season?”

“I don’t know.” It’s the truth. I really don’t know what I want to do yet. “Part of me is screaming yes. It’s killing me to not compete. It’s part of who I am. But another part of me kind of likes not feeling like I need to impress anybody.”And by anybody, I mean my father.“I also know I’m going to have to eventually sit down and hash this shit out with my dad, and maybe after I do that, I’ll have a better understanding of where I stand and what I want.”

“That makes sense.” He smiles at me. It’s warm, genuine. “I’m really proud of you for taking the time you need to figure it all out. I’m sure it’s not easy to do, to step outside of what you’re used to, and try to make your own happiness and mental health a priority.”

Emotion lines my throat, making it hard to swallow. Sterling somehow always knows what to say at the right time. He’s got this way of putting my mind at ease, and I don’t even know if he realizes he’s doing it. I’m afraid if I say anything, my voice will crack, so instead, I lean down, capturing his lips with mine. Sterling smiles against my mouth, and when I slip my tongue inside, he sucks on the tip, pulling a groan from my chest.

It blows my mind how comfortable I feel with Sterling. How being here with him, kissing him, being intimate with him, feelsright. Wholly and completely right. I’ve never had that before with another person. I certainly never thought that person would be a rival of mine.

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