Page 54 of His Fresh Start Cowboy
“Jesus fuck, you’re tight,” Brand panted. “So fucking perfect.”
“Keep going. More.”
Inch by inch, Brand worked his way deeper into Hugo’s body, and Hugo did his best not to thrash. To simply hold himself open and give Brand more room to move, to fill him as much as he could. Brand’s fingers raked lightly down Hugo’s back from his shoulders to his ass, and Hugo keened into the pillow, overcome by the sensation of being so intimately connected to someone he had genuine feelings for.
Then Brand draped himself over Hugo again. The weight was too much; Hugo let go of his own cheeks and braced his hands on the hard ground. Brand wrapped his arms around Hugo’s waist, pulled out, and then thrust back in on a long, sharp push of his hips. Hugo made a noise he didn’t recognize, somehow both startled and perfectly at ease with whatever Brand wanted to do with his body. So much, so fast, but it was somehow perfect.
“Yes,” Hugo drawled, unable to find any other words while Brand fucked him senseless. Never before had he so completely lost himself during sex. Nothing mattered except the thick slide of Brand’s cock in his ass, the swelling pressure in his balls, and the urgent need to come very, very soon.
“Gonna make you come so hard, sweetheart,” Brand panted into his ear. He licked the shell and Hugo moaned. Thrust his own hips back to meet Brand.
Somehow Brand managed to wrangle Hugo up onto his knees, still impaled by Brand’s cock, and held him there, their chests heaving, both of them sweaty messes. Hugo didn’t have words to express what he wanted other than to come, damn it. Brand thrust once, and Hugo nearly screamed, the pressure on his prostate almost too much. “Jerked off thinking about you sometimes,” Brand whispered. “What it would be like with you. The real thing is more intense than I ever imagined.”
Hugo whimpered, unashamed of the sound, because the compliment had him reeling with pride and joy. Brand wrapped a hand around his cock and jacked him hard, thumbnail rubbing over his slit, until Hugo shouted and came. He was vaguely aware of Brand’s hips snapping a few times before burying deep.
They knelt together for a while, bodies connected, both of them breathing hard, coming down off their highs. Eventually, Hugo became aware of the ache in his knees and the thickness still spearing his tender ass, and he reached around to pinch Brand’s hip. “Come on out, big guy.”
Brand carefully eased out, then drew Hugo down so they were lying on their sides, Brand’s front still plastered to Hugo’s back. Brand kept his arms around Hugo, his fingers drawing nonsensical shapes across Hugo’s quivering belly. Never in his life had sex made Hugo feel so alive. So wanted and seen by his partner.
So necessary.
“That was...amazing,” Hugo said. “Fuck.”
Brand nuzzled his neck. “You aren’t sore?”
“Nah. Loved that. Especially the end. No regrets at all.”
“Me, either. Wanna go clean up in the creek? We can give the cattle a show.”
Hugo laughed. “Sure. Waking up covered in dried lube is bad enough in a bed, but I bet it’s even worse in a sleeping bag.”
“Probably so.”
They snuggled for a few more minutes, until the urgent need to pee got Hugo moving. They unzipped the tent. Brutus sat a few feet away, chin on his paws, watching them in a way that suggested he was not impressed by all the noise. Hugo watered a bush, then joined Brand by the stream. The water was chilly, but not so awful that his balls wanted to hide inside his body. Brand helped him wash his ass clean of lube with the kind of tender care that sent gooey feelings right to Hugo’s heart. Nothing about this right now was sexual. It was all aftercare. Making sure the other was okay with everything they’d done.
And Hugo was absolutely okay with it. He only hoped Brand was, too. He’d said no regrets, but Hugo couldn’t help wondering.
They finished cleaning and dried off, then went back to the tent. Fortunately, Hugo’s earlier release had hit the side of the tent, rather than either sleeping bag. Instead of going to separate bags, by some silent agreement they spread one out on the ground, and then used the other to cover themselves. Sharing their “bed” for the night, basking in the beauty they’d created. They kissed a bit more, until Brand cracked a loud yawn.
Hugo dozed, sated and exhausted and so fucking happy he couldn’t think straight. He’d finally made love to his boyhood crush. He hoped to do it again and again and again, but that was ultimately up to Brand. If Brand couldn’t step up and seize their future, then all Hugo had was right now.
And right now he had Brand: in his bed, in his arms, and in his heart. Until Brand made the next move, Hugo would treasure what he had while he had it.
It would have to be enough.
Chapter Seventeen
Over the next day and a half, Hugo and Brand made great use of the rest of Brand’s condoms and lube—probably more use than was professional, considering why they were out there, but they also did not neglect their duties to the herd. They just happened to fuck every meal break, and again that night in the tent.
Hugo was pleasantly sore and a little unsure about more horseback riding on the morning of their third full day at camp when Wayne came over Brand’s walkie. Brand checked in about the feeding habits of the herd and that they planned on bringing them back tomorrow.
“I think they should stay out longer,” Wayne said, his voice a bit fuzzy over the walkie. “I’ve got Rem and Alan packing up and ready to relieve you two. Should be there around two with fresh supplies so you and Hugo can come on home.”
Disappointment crushed Hugo’s heart. He wouldn’t have minded a few more days out here with Brand, but they both also understood the need to rotate the horsemen and supplies out. Plus, the herd would benefit from the additional grazing time.
“That sounds fine,” Brand replied. “Creek’s still running good, so they’ll have water. We’ll be waiting.”
“Good boy. See you around supper.”
