Page 59 of Saddles and Snowstorms
“Then don’t speak,” I whispered, my hand wrapped around the back of his neck. “Show me.”
The moment my apartment door closed behind us, Brooks had me pressed up against the wall. I let him lift me, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him tight against me. His cock, already thick and throbbing, pressed against my ass through his jeans as his lips crashed against mine.
His hands were everywhere, rough and urgent, tugging at my shirt, sliding up my sides. I gasped against his mouth as he ground his hips forward, the friction making my own cock strain painfully against my jeans.
“Bed,” I managed to get out between kisses. “Brooks, the bed.”
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes nearly black with desire, his chest heaving. Without a word, he adjusted his grip under my thighs and carried me across the small apartment. His limp was more pronounced under my weight, but he didn’t seem to notice or care.
“You’re gonna hurt your ankle worse,” I protested weakly.
“Worth it,” he grunted, lowering me onto the mattress andfollowing me down, his body a solid weight above mine. He took his hat off, tossing it onto the nightstand before returning his attention to me.
His mouth found the sensitive spot just below my ear, and I arched beneath him, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “God, Brooks,” I whispered, my voice breaking as he sucked hard enough to leave a mark. “Fuck that feels good…”
He pulled back, staring down at me for a moment like he couldn’t quite believe we were doing this again. We’d spent three days snowed in, fucking like jackrabbits. And if I was being honest, all that managed to do was make me want it more. I wanted everything he could give me again and again and again.
“Take off your shirt,” he growled, sitting back on his heels to pull his own over his head. The lamplight caught the planes of his chest, highlighting every ridge of muscle, every scar from years of hard work, and all that thick chest hair trailing down his body. My fingers itched to touch him, to trace those lines and learn every inch.
I hastily complied, fumbling with the buttons in my eagerness. Brooks didn’t wait for me to finish, his calloused hands pushing mine aside to tear the shirt open, sending buttons skittering across the floor.
“I liked that shirt,” I protested halfheartedly.
“I’ll buy you another,” he muttered, dipping his head to kiss a trail down my chest. His stubble scraped against my skin, the slight burn only adding to the pleasure coursing through me. “I’ll buy you whatever you want.”
His tongue flicked over my nipple, and I bucked beneath him, a gasp tearing from my throat. He looked up at me through his lashes, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth before he did it again, deliberately, watching my reaction.
“Brooks,” I panted, threading my fingers through his hair. “I’m a vet. You’re a farmer. I make more money than you.”
He grinned, leaning down and biting one of my nipples in protest. I yelped, my cry turning into a moan as he sucked and licked.
“Fine,” he said at last. “Then you can buy me a shirt and you can just be naked.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at that, even as my body burned for him. “Deal,” I whispered, reaching down to unbuckle his belt. “But first, I needthese off you.”
Brooks nodded, moving back to shuck his jeans. The sight of him naked in my bedroom was enough to steal my breath. His cock stood proud against his stomach, thick and flushed, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. I hurried to get my own pants off, nearly tripping in my eagerness.
“Easy,” Brooks murmured, his voice like gravel. He reached out to steady me, pulling me close once I was naked. “We got all night.”
His hands slid down my back to cup my ass, kneading the flesh as he pressed our bodies together. The feel of his cock against mine sent sparks shooting up my spine, and I rolled my hips instinctively, seeking more friction.
“I’ve been thinkin’ about this,” he confessed, his breath hot against my ear. “Every damn moment since I got home. Can’t sleep without rememberin’ how you feel.” His fingers slipped down further, circling my sensitive hole. “Wrapped around me…”
“Me too,” I admitted, my voice breaking as one of his thick fingers breached me, just barely dipping inside. “God… the way you touch me… fuck…”
Brooks growled low in his throat, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss as he worked his finger deeper, the burn and stretch making me gasp against his lips. I fumbled blindly for the nightstand drawer, finally managing to pull it open and grab the bottle of lube.
“Here,” I whispered, pressing it into his free hand. “Use this.”
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and intense. “I’m gonna take good care of you,” he promised, his voice rough with desire. He slicked his fingers generously, then returned to opening me up with careful, deliberate movements that had me writhing beneath him.
“Fuck, Brooks,” I panted as he found my prostate, my back arching off the bed. “Goddamn…”
He added a second finger, stretching me wider, his eyes never leaving my face as he watched my reactions. His other hand wrapped around my cock, stroking in time with the thrust of his fingers, and I nearly came undone right then.
“Oh god…” I muttered. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that…”
“Good,” he whispered in my ear. “Maybe I’ll use your cum as lube to fuck you.”
