Page 50 of Saddles and Snowstorms
I gave him a good once over, trying to figure out if he was just pulling my leg. “You serious?”
He nodded slowly. “Yeah. I think so.”
“Well, you ain’t riding anything with that bum ankle. And we don’thave to rush anything, Brooks. It’s not like today is the last time I’ll ever see you.”
“I know that. I just… I wanna know what it feels like. I’ve never done anythin’ like that before.”
I felt a warmth spread through my chest that had nothing to do with desire. The trust he was showing me, this guarded man who kept the world at arm’s length, made me want to hold him close and never let go.
“Well,” I said softly, cupping his face in my hands, “we can take it slow. Real slow.” I brushed my thumb across his stubbled cheek. “And we’ll stop anytime you want.”
Brooks nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. There was vulnerability there, but determination too. “Don’t want to stop,” he murmured. “Just... go easy on me.”
I smiled and leaned in to kiss him gently. “I’ll make it good for you, I promise.”
We made our way to the bedroom, Brooks leaning on me slightly despite his protests that he could walk just fine. I helped him onto the bed, arranging pillows to support his ankle before I started undressing him, button by button. His breathing quickened as I pushed the flannel shirt from his shoulders, revealing the tanned skin underneath.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, and he scoffed, but I could see the pleasure in his eyes.
“If you say so.”
“I do,” I smiled. “And what I say goes.”
He scoffed again, but didn’t look away. In fact, his eyes stayed fixed on me as I slowly worked off his sweatpants, letting his gorgeous cock free at last. Already, there was a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. Clearly, he was excited about this new experience. I just hoped I could make it a good one for him.
“Lay down on your stomach,” I instructed, helping him onto the bed. “It’ll be the easiest on your ankle while I get you ready.”
“Get me ready?”
I lifted an eyebrow. “Of course! You didn’t think I was just gonna shove it in and hope for the best, did you?”
Brooks’s eyes widened, and a flush crept up his neck. “I... didn’t really think that far ahead,”he admitted.
I chuckled and leaned down to kiss him softly. “Good thing one of us has. Trust me, preparation makes all the difference.”
As soon as he was on his stomach, I ran my hands up and down his back, massaging him to work some of the tension out. “Just relax,” I repeated again and again, working my way lower until both my hands were on his ass. The moment my thumb ran between his cheeks, he let out a soft groan of pleasure. So far, so good.
Leaning down, I pressed a few kisses to his back, then his waist, then worked my mouth toward his ass. Placing my hands on either side of his ass, I spread him wide.
“What are you?—”
But his words were cut off as I licked a hot stripe over his hole, replaced instead with a deep guttural moan. All at once his entire body relaxed into the bed.
“Fuck…” he muttered into the pillow.
I continued to work him with my tongue, loving the way his muscles relaxed beneath me. His moans grew more desperate as I pushed past the tight ring of muscle, alternating between firm pressure and gentle swirling motions. His hips began to move against the mattress, seeking friction.
“Easy there,” I murmured against his skin. “Don’t want you hurting your ankle.”
“Don’t care about my damn ankle right now,” he growled, but he stilled his movements.
I reached for the drawer where I’d stashed the lube the night before, coating my fingers generously. When I pressed the first finger against his entrance, Brooks tensed momentarily before forcing himself to relax.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, slowly working the digit inside. “Just breathe.”
The tight heat around my finger made my own cock throb with anticipation, but I focused entirely on Brooks’s pleasure. His breathing was ragged, his hands fisting in the sheets.
“How’s it feel?” I asked, carefully moving my finger in and out.
