Page 79 of Cowboy Seeks Husband
Chapter 14
Roan squirmed asthe zing of electricity shot straight to his balls. Walker couldn’t know, but if he kept that up Roan’s body would begin to jerk and shake uncontrollably with over-stimulation. It was a response he’d always been self-conscious of and he wasn’t sure if he wanted Walker to see him like that right off the bat. On a horse of all things.
Walker let go of his nipple and eased the pressure off his dick. “Baby?” he asked. “If you’re not okay with this, we don’t have to.”
“It’s not that,” Roan whispered, because, God, now that Walker’s hands were gone he needed them back. Now. “I’m just…”
“Shy?” Walker murmured. His breath rushed hotly against Roan’s cheek and he closed his eyes again, relaxing slightly. He rubbed his hands over Walker’s thighs, enjoying how the muscles rolled beneath those worn jeans. His cowboy exuded strength and confidence, and Roan wanted nothing more than to just give in to him and think of nothing else for a while.
“Okay.” He squeezed Walker’s thighs. “Okay, yes. I just need you to know—”
“What? You can tell me.”
“It can get pretty intense.”
Walker’s breath faltered for a second, and then his mouth pressed against Roan’s cheek. “I got you,” he said, and rubbed Roan’s belly. They had neared the ranch but Walker’s muscles bunched underneath Roan’s palms and Cormac changed direction, aiming for another trail disappearing around the back of the house.
After a last moment of indecision, Roan closed his eyes and reached for his jeans. When he popped the button and unzipped, he moaned with relief, then hesitated again with his fingers hooked under the elastic band of his briefs.
“Don’t tease me,” Walker whispered, his thumb drawing absentminded circles around Roan’s nipple.
“I’m not—oh screw it.” He pulled his briefs down, tugged them over his cock and nestled them under his balls. The air hit him like a humid kiss and he shivered with the goosebumps trailing all over his skin.
“God, look at you.” Walker slid a hand up Roan’s thigh, all the way to the seam of his groin, almost but not quite cupping his balls. Then he skirted around and tweaked both Roan’s nipples at the same time.
“Shit.” Roan trembled and shook until Walker let go.
“Oh, it’s like that.” Walker’s words rang thick with anticipation, and he didn’t hesitate to ruck up Roan’s T-shirt and palm his stomach. “I love how you look under your clothes,” he whispered. “So unexpected.” He rubbed the hairs on Roan’s belly, up to his chest, but his T-shirt kept falling down and spoiling the view. Walker tugged at it, testing the stretch, then pulled it over Roan’s head so it sat tucked behind his neck. Roan looked down at his dark nipples and straining, leaking cock, and hid his face in Walker’s neck.
“Shh, you’re amazing.”
“I’m on a horse. Half-naked and hard. And we haven’t even kissed yet.”
“But we will,” Walker promised, and then his fingers were back on Roan’s nipples, and he couldn’t think anymore. Walker rolled the left one lazily between his thumb and his forefinger, agonizingly pleasurable circles that made Roan’s legs jerk. Cormac danced underneath them for a second, but Walker did something with his legs to make him stop. “Hold on.”
He pulled Roan’s left thigh up and settled it over his own, then did the same with his right. “I’ll fall,” Roan croaked.
“I won’t let you. Is this comfortable? With your jeans, I mean?”
Roan gripped Walker’s thighs tightly, but nodded. “Yeah, they have a lot of stretch.”
“Good,” Walker whispered. “This way you can go wild and not kick Cormac accidentally.”
“Oh, God.”
Walker laughed low in his ear, his mouth trailing hot after the words, lingering on Roan’s earlobe, but still not kissing. He rubbed Roan’s belly, his chest, all the way up, back to his nipples. Roan couldn’t stand it for a second, he had to grip his cock to ease the elusive ache that made him squirm against Walker’s groin. He was hard too, Roan could feel it, and it settled him a little. He wasn’t alone in this.
“Let me see you work yourself,” Walker told him. “Just a little.”
Roan squeezed his eyes shut. “Got a bit of a voyeuristic streak, do you?”
To his surprise, Walker was silent for a second, then quietly said, “Yeah, I do.”
He let his head thud back again, then jerked himself slowly, letting Walker see it all. He pushed the head of his uncut cock into his fist, making it pop through the ring of his fingers, then pulled up again, the heat of his palm swallowing his dick. Precum coated his hand and the next slide was easier, wetter. He squirmed and his breathing deepened, until Walker pressed two fingers against his left nipple, and he stopped breathing altogether.
“You can stop touching yourself now if you want,” Walker whispered, and Roan obeyed. He dug his fingers into Walker’s thighs even though his palm was wet and sticky, because he knew what was coming next.
Walker took his time, pressing his palms against Roan’s skin wherever he could reach, but he never touched Roan’s cock. Like it was okay to watch, but nothing more. He ran his hands over Roan’s shoulders, then down over his chest, circling his nipples with light fingertips, then harder. The movements became smaller and smaller until Roan thought he’d jump out of his skin with anticipation.
