Page 37 of Saddles and Snowstorms
“It’s been a while,” I admitted, my voice barely audible over the howling wind outside.
His fingers traced my jawline tenderly. “No rush. We’ve got nowhere to be.”
Taking a deep breath, I lowered my head, letting my lips brush against the tip of his cock. The taste of him—salt and musk and something uniquely Rowan—flooded my senses. I heard his sharp intake of breath as I swirled my tongue around the head, relearning a dance my body hadn’t forgotten even if my mind had tried to.
“Jesus,” Rowan hissed, his fingers threading through my hair, not guiding, just connecting. “That’s... perfect.”
Encouraged, I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I worked my way down his shaft. The weight of him on my tongue, the stretch of my lips against his pulsing cock drove me crazy in ways I didn’t know were possible.
Rowan’s hips jerked slightly as I took him deeper, a strangled moan escaping his throat. I glanced up to see his head thrown back, the strong column of his throat working as he swallowed. The scar along his jaw seemed to catch the firelight, giving him a rugged beauty that made my chest tighten.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his fingers tightening in my hair. “You’re better at this than you let on.”
I smiled around him, pride swelling in my chest as I sucked harder. My inexperience might have made me rusty, but my enthusiasmseemed to more than make up for it. I explored him with my tongue, learning the ridge of veins, the sensitive spot just beneath the head that made his thighs tremble when I focused my attention there.
His hand cupped my cheek, thumb stroking the corner of my stretched lips. The tenderness of the gesture contrasted with the raw heat between us, making my heart stutter. I hadn’t expected this, hadn’t expected him to be so careful with me, so attentive, so sweet.
“Come here,” he murmured, gently pulling me up.
I released him with a soft pop, feeling a flush of embarrassment at the noise. But Rowan’s eyes were dark with want as he pulled me back onto his lap. This time, he positioned me so we were chest to chest, my thighs straddling his hips.
“I want to feel you against me,” he explained, his voice husky as he wrapped one strong arm around my waist.
His free hand slipped between us, gripping both our cocks together. The sensation of his hardness pressed against mine, both slick from my mouth and our arousal, tore a ragged moan from my throat. I buried my face against his neck, breathing in the scent of him—clean sweat, that earthy cologne, and his pheromones that filled the air.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, stroking us together in a slow, maddening rhythm. “Let me hear you.”
His thumb circled the heads of our cocks, spreading the wetness gathering there. The slick friction was almost too much after so many years of nothing but my own hand. I rocked my hips instinctively, chasing the pleasure building at the base of my spine.
“Rowan…” I gasped as he twisted his wrist, changing the angle of his stroke. Every nerve ending in my body felt like it was on fire, tension coiling tighter with each slide of his hand.
“You feel so good,” he murmured against my ear, his breath hot and ragged. “Better than I imagined.”
His confession sent another wave of heat through me. The thought of him fantasizing about me while treating my livestock, while standing in my barn with his sleeves rolled up exposing those strong forearms—it was almost too much.
“I won’t last,” I warned, my voice breaking as his pace quickened.
“That’s okay,” Rowan said, his lips finding my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. “That’swhat I want too.”
The desire in his words pushed me closer to the edge. My hips jerked erratically against his, our cocks sliding together in his firm grip. The sound of our ragged breathing mixed with the howl of the blizzard outside, creating a cocoon of intimacy that felt separated from the rest of the world.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly.
I forced my eyes open, meeting his gaze. Those green eyes were dark, his pupils blown wide as he stared at me with an intensity that made my breath catch. The scar on his jaw stood out stark against his flushed skin, and I couldn’t resist leaning forward to trace it with my lips. He shuddered, his rhythm faltering for just a moment.
“That’s it,” he whispered, his voice strained. “I’m close too.”
His hand moved faster, gripping us both with perfect pressure. The calluses on his palm—earned from years of handling animals, not ranch work—created a delicious friction that had my toes curling. I braced one hand on his shoulder, the other clutching at his hair, needing something to anchor me as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak.
“Rowan, I—” My warning dissolved into a groan as the tension finally snapped. I came hard, my release pulsing between us, coating his hand and our cocks. The sensation of my hot seed only seemed to increase the friction, and Rowan followed moments later, his back arching as he cursed softly against my neck.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, his cum spilling over my cock and his fist.
The intensity of his orgasm rippled through him, his body shuddering beneath me as his seed joined mine between our bodies. For several moments, we remained frozen in that position, our foreheads pressed together, breath mingling as we struggled to regain control. His hand still loosely held us both, the occasional aftershock making me twitch against him.
“Jesus Christ,” I finally managed, my voice hoarse.
Rowan’s laugh was soft and satisfied, rumbling through his chest against mine. “Wow…”
