Page 105 of Cowboy Seeks Husband
“So hot,” Walker murmured. “Hot damn, little lion.”
Roan burrowed his face in the pillow so he wouldn’t make an embarrassing noise. He felt Walker’s breath on his shoulder before the actual touch of his mouth, and Roan gasped. The kiss on his sensitized skin was like a touch to his cock, and he squirmed as his groin went from vague arousal to aching hardness.
It was weird.Roan had had massages before, and he’d been with other people aside from his ex. Sometimes just kissing in clubs, sometimes hand jobs, sometimes the full shebang. But he’d never felt this affected by a simple touch before. He must’ve made another noise because Walker stopped trailing kisses down the juts of his spine and straightened.
“Baby?” he asked. “You still good?”
Roan nodded, swallowed hard, then said hoarsely, “Yeah, good.”
“You sure?”
“Absolutely.” He squeezed his eyes closed tighter until a rainbow of colors sparked behind his eyelids. Now that he couldn’t see, couldn’t focus on some small detail to derail himself from feeling, everything came at him tenfold. Walker’s mouth started where it left off, and every time he flicked his tongue at Roan’s skin, Roan jumped infinitesimally. It wasn’t long before he had to open his mouth to drag enough oxygen into his lungs.
Walker reached the swell of Roan’s ass, and the bed dipped a little as he sat up. He stroked the flesh, kneaded it, spread Roan’s cheeks and pushed them together until Roan’s face was as hot as the fire in his groin.
“Walker,” he protested weakly.
“I know, baby. Turn over again.”
Oh, God. He’d been hard before, but now he was ready to erect a barn with his cock. He turned over anyway because being hesitant about it would only make it worse. His eyes might’ve been out of order, but Roan knew his body. He knew his nipples would be dark with blood and erect, the piercings protruding on either end, lifted away from his skin. His chest would be red with sex-flush, and his dick would point up his belly, leaning slightly to the left. His balls would be drawn up tight and small, hugging the base of his cock like overlarge chestnuts. He wanted to tug at his balls, wrap a hand around his cock, and as he imagined doing exactly that, blind to Walker’s gaze but feeling it anyway, his cock jumped and a surge of liquid dripped onto his belly.
“Shit, Roan,” Walker croaked. “I want to fucking devour you.”
“Then do it,” Roan managed, desperate now.
“Not yet. Would you let me watch again? Just a little bit, like last time.”
“Ah.” Roan writhed against the bed. He should’ve known Walker would pluck that fantasy right out of his mind. He tossed his head to the side as he squirmed against the needy pulses in his veins. He wanted—he wanted—
Walker’s thumb slipped into his open mouth and instantly Roan went completely still as he closed his lips and tongued him. Walker made a hoarse noise, then there was a rhythmic slapping sound, and fuck, not being able to see Walker jerk himself but knowing he was made it even hotter. Roan reached for his own cock and fisted it, dragging at the foreskin in the way he liked best.
“Fuck, yes,” Walker murmured. He pressed Roan’s left nipple, and Roan jolted like he’d been electrocuted. “Too much?” Walker asked, slipping his thumb out of Roan’s mouth.
“A little,” Roan gasped. “For now. Give me a minute.”
“I’ll give you anything you want.” Walker slipped two fingers into Roan’s mouth now, and for a second Roan thought he should feel embarrassed, wanting that so much, but in that moment he couldn’t.
Walker didn’t touch Roan’s chest again, instead rubbing down his belly, fondling the hairs of his treasure trail and gently cupping Roan’s balls. Walker rolled them between his fingers, lifted them and soothed them, until his fingers inevitably slipped lower. He froze, and Roan held his breath.
“Show me,” Walker demanded, and damn, he sounded completely wrecked.
Roan began to tremble when he bent his knees and let them fall open. The fingers left his mouth, and he bit down on a sound of loss.
“Holy shit, Roan,” Walker whispered. The touch to the little piercing through the back of his balls was wet, so Roan knew they were the fingers that had just been in his mouth. “Do you have any more?”
“That’s it,” Roan said.
His breath hitched when Walker pulled on the guiche piercing a little, then rubbed over it.
“Why did you get them done? Do you like the pain?”
“Not really. And it was over so fast it barely registered. I can’t explain it. I like how they feel now, obviously, but in that moment, there’s something…” Roan bit his tongue and shook his head.
“You liked lying there with your legs open?” Walker whispered. “While a stranger looked at you and did this to you?”
“Yes,” Roan said. He could feel the heat crawl up his chest, over his throat, to his face. “Yes, I liked that.Ah!” Roan jack-knifed up and clutched Walker’s head as he sank down on Roan’s cock, taking him so deep Roan could feel Walker’s throat flutter round him. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” he gritted out, trying to hold it back.
Walker wrapped his thumb and forefinger around Roan’s base and squeezed, hard. Then he moved up and down, twisting his head on every upturn so Roan could feel his tongue drag over the entire length. The suction created a vacuum around his cockhead that made him lose his breath, even with the makeshift ring around his cock. Then Walker slipped his tongue under Roan’s foreskin and he went boneless all over, sinking down into the mattress again as his body succumbed to quaking sensitivity.
