Page 53 of His Fresh Start Cowboy
Desperate to give Brand anything he wanted, Hugo said, “Get your stuff,” then pulled his legs up and open more, displaying everything he had to offer.
Brand lurched for his backpack and produced several condoms and a few of those travel-sized packets of lube. He hesitated with both in his hands, and that just wouldn’t do. Hugo sat up and shoved Brand onto his back. Brand released an adorable grunt of surprise, probably not expecting Hugo to overpower him so easily. With a smirk, Hugo climbed up his body to kiss Brand with long, sensual licks into his mouth, getting the faintest taste of himself. He kissed his way down Brand’s neck to his chest, where he nibbled on Brand’s nipples simply to hear the man gasp and pant. Licked his way into Brand’s navel to experience the chuff of laughter and the way Brand’s hands tightened in his hair.
Hugo pulled the waist of Brand’s boxers down slowly, tasting each inch of skin as he bared it, loving the way Brand’s abdomen quivered and his thigh muscles bunched, as if working to stay still and allow Hugo to lead this. To show Brand what it was like to be worshipped by Hugo—someone who truly desired him and wasn’t just using him for a booty call.
When the elastic reached the top of Brand’s pubes, Brand’s hand snared Hugo’s forearm and he paused. Remembered what Brand had said about never being totally naked with a guy before. He looked up the landscape of Brand’s body and met his dark eyes. Smiled. Brand smiled back, then nodded, giving Hugo his trust.
Brand lifted his hips. Hugo only pulled the back of his boxers down below his ass, leaving his erection covered and straining against the thin cotton material. Determined to tease Brand out of his mind, Hugo mouthed at his cloth-covered cock, licking the fabric and trying to suck on the head. Brand whined in the sexiest way possible, so Hugo had half-mercy and revealed just the crown. Licked into the slit and tasted Brand’s bitter precome.
“Mmm,” Hugo purred. “Been dreaming about tasting you for so many years, Puck.”
Brand snorted. “You keep calling me that, and I’ll be laughing too hard to properly fuck you.”
“Oh yeah? Should I call you Robin Goodfellow instead?”
His eyes gleamed with amusement. “‘For if we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended.’”
“I can’t believe you still remember lines.”
“It was my one and only starring performance. Until maybe five minutes from now when I’m balls deep in your ass.”
Hugo shivered in the best way. “Fuck yes. But first.” He yanked Brand’s boxers the rest of the way down, then swallowed as much of Brand’s cock as he could manage. Brand was average length but thicker than most of the guys Hugo had been with and dear God, he couldn’t wait to feel it in his ass. Hugo hadn’t had a lot of anal sex, just enough to know he enjoyed anal with the right top, and everything in him said that Brand was definitely the right top.
The right guy, period.
He worked Brand’s cock until Brand was a swearing, bucking mess, then went to town on his balls, sucking each in turn. Putting the wonderful, musky scent of Brand in his nose and on his tongue. Dragging Brand closer and closer to orgasm. He glanced up once, his mouth full of cock, hoping to get a good look at Brand’s face.
Brand’s head was thrown back so, instead, he looked out the open tent and right into Brutus’s eyes. The dog was sitting there watching, head tilted as if trying to figure out what the hell those two crazy humans were up to. Hugo started laughing so hard he fell over. Brand sat up, confused until he glanced outside the tent. “Git, Brutus,” Brand snapped. “Go watch the herd or something.”
“Guess we should have zipped up the flap,” Hugo said between chuckles.
“Yeah, well.” Brand untangled his ankles from his boxers, then did exactly that, giving them privacy from curious animals. “Not bad timing, though, you had me too damned close to blowing.”
“Good thing we stopped, then.” He clasped Brand’s cock, loving that he was the only guy who’d ever seen Brand like this: fully exposed and intensely aroused. “I don’t want you blowing until you’re inside me.”
“How much prep do you need?”
“Not a lot. Finger or two and lots of lube.”
“Okay.”
In a swift, sexy move, Brand reversed their previous positions, dumping Hugo onto his back. He bent to press a surprisingly tender kiss to Hugo’s mouth before he wrangled Hugo onto his hands and knees. Massaged his ass cheeks a bit before reaching for the first lube packet. A single, wet finger rubbing around his hole made Hugo sigh with relief. Soon. Brand took his time, though, inching that finger slowly into Hugo’s entrance, adding a bit more lube with every other stroke. Two fingers burned in the very best way, and Hugo moaned. Pushed back, needing more.
Brand’s free hand stroked his cock and balls, and Hugo wanted to climb out of his own skin from the sensation overload. Too much and not enough, and he’d never been such a needy mess in his entire life. He dropped down to press his shoulders and upper chest to the sleeping bag, freeing his own hands. Reached around to pull his cheeks apart.
“Fuck me now,” Hugo said, not recognizing his own strained voice. “Please.”
Brand draped his body over Hugo’s, chest to back, cock riding Hugo’s crease, and he kissed the side of Hugo’s neck. “You’re absolutely sure?”
“Positive, please. Need you.”
He continued to thrust against Hugo’s crease, nowhere close to penetrating, just enough pressure for Hugo to whine and hump back against him. Needing to be filled and claimed by this man. This kind, generous, gorgeous, self-sacrificing man who put the needs of his family above his own. A man who’d once bought snacks for an awkward, skittish teenager with a secret crush. A man Hugo had wanted for over a decade and who was finally his—at least for tonight.
Right now, tomorrow didn’t matter.
Brand sat up, leaving Hugo’s bare skin too cool. Hugo listened to the sounds of a condom opening. The sticky sound of it being rolled down. More lube. Fingers trailed up and down Hugo’s sides, waking his nerve endings, before sliding lower to massage his ass cheeks. Trace down his crease and over his hole one more time, somehow teasing and seducing at the same time.
Finally, the sensation he needed most: blunt pressure against Hugo’s hole. Pressure that became an exquisite burn for one blinding instant, and then Brand was inside. Hugo moaned and pressed his face into the sleeping bag’s sewn-in pillow, not caring if the cattle heard him. This thing he’d been craving for years was happening. “So good, Brand, please.”
