Page 15 of His Big Hometown Cowboy
That was all it took. With a hoarse cry that shattered into my name, he came undone. His cock pulsed hot and heavy in my grip, thick ropes of pearly white painting his chest and stomach. The intense clenching of his inner muscles around me, milking me, pulling at me, shattered my control.
My orgasm crashed over me, forceful and overwhelming, before I was ready.
“Fuck! Timmy!” I roared as pleasure ripped through me in wave after unstoppable wave. My hips bucked, thrusting deeper,faster, emptying myself into him, burying myself as deep inside his heat as I could possibly go. His name a declaration on my lips.
I collapsed forward, shaking, catching myself on my forearms to avoid crushing him. My breath came in harsh gasps. His body trembled beneath mine. For several long moments, the only sounds were our ragged breathing, the frantic pounding of our hearts against each other, the faint creak of the bedsprings settling.
When I finally found the strength, the will, to move, I withdrew slowly, carefully. Both of us hissed slightly at the separation, the sudden emptiness. I rolled off him, pulling him with me so he landed half on my chest. His head rested in the curve of my shoulder, his breath warm against my skin.
“That was…” he started, then trailed off, unable to find the words.
“Yeah.” My voice was still rough. I understood. There weren’t words big enough. “It was.”
I hugged him tightly against my side. He fit perfectly there, his smaller frame nestled against my larger one, his head tucked under my chin. Felt right. Like a missing piece clicking into place.
We lay in silence for a while, comfortable, the weight of everything settling around us. The air felt different. Charged. Changed.
“You know,” Timmy said finally, his voice quiet, thoughtful, breaking the stillness. “This isn’t quite how I imagined it going.”
I pressed a kiss to the top of his head, inhaling the scent of his hair, sweat, and sex. “No?” A small smile touched my lips. “How’d you imagine it?”
He shifted, rolling slightly so he could look up at me. His eyes were soft, clearer now, but still held the shadow of the intensity we’d shared. “I figured I’d have to seduce you. Slowly. Patiently.Wear down your defenses.” A wry twist touched his lips. “Wasn’t expecting you to be quite so… dominant. So sure.”
I huffed a quiet laugh, tightening my arm around him. “Four years is a long time to wait, Timmy. Long time to think. Maybe I changed more than you realized.”
“Clearly.” His fingers traced idle patterns across my chest, the light touch sending shivers down my spine despite the heat between our bodies. “The Wyatt I remember wouldn’t have asked me to Rainbow Night. Would never have…” He trailed off, a faint flush returning to his cheeks.
“The Wyatt you remember was still trying to figure a lot of shit out.” I caught his hand, stilling its movement, linking our fingers together over my heart. “Still afraid of what people would think. What my dad would have thought.”
His expression softened with understanding. “And now?”
“Now I know what matters.” My gaze held his, letting him see the truth, the certainty that had settled deep inside me sometime between pulling into the driveway and pulling him onto this bed. “And I know what I want.”
A slow, beautiful smile spread across his face, lighting up his eyes. “And what do you want, Wyatt Walker?”
“You,” I said simply.
His breath caught, a tiny hitch in his chest.
My gaze dropped to his lips for a second before returning to his eyes. I brushed a stray strand of damp hair from his forehead, my touch deliberately possessive. “And I’m done pretending. Done denying that I want every single inch of you.”
The smile that bloomed across his face then was pure wicked satisfaction. It reached his eyes, making them sparkle.
“For the record,” he said, pressing his body flush against mine again. His cock already stirred back to life, nudging against my thigh. “I’ve had a thing for you since... well, it seems likeforever. Used to jerk off thinking about your hands. Wondering what they could do to me.”
His confession, mirroring my own unspoken thoughts from years past, sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my belly.
“Well, sweetheart,” I drawled, rolling him carefully onto his back. I settled my heavier frame over his, pinning him gently. The feel of him beneath me was everything. “Looks like I’m gonna have to show you exactly what these hands can do.”
His laugh was breathless, turning into a gasp as I rocked my hips against his, letting him feel me hardening again.
“Again?” he asked, eyes wide and bright with renewed desire. A challenge glittered there.
“I told you.” I lowered my head to capture his mouth, biting his lower lip gently before soothing it with my tongue. “I’ve got years of waiting to make up for.”
This time, though, something shifted inside me. A need for a different kind of connection.
I reached for the lube again, slicking my fingers generously. But instead of reaching for him, I shifted, then reached behind me.
