Page 107 of Cowboy Seeks Husband
Chapter 21
For all hisoutward calm, Walker’s heart was jackhammering in his chest. He could feel his own pulse pound his neck, and watching Roan, lying there with his mouth slightly parted, already wet and puffy from sucking on Walker’s fingers, didn’t help. His chest was gorgeously flushed, and his erect nipples looked good enough to bite. He was wanton and aroused.
All for me.
Walker couldn’t say anything, his voice was stuck somewhere between his lungs. Instead, he reached for the extra pillows and gently nudged Roan’s head. He sat up, let Walker arrange the pillows, and at the smallest touch sank down again. He licked his lips, mouth slick and pink, and Walker’s stomach contracted with desire. He shuffled forward on his knees, then planted one hand against the wall over Roan’s bed. Holding on to his dick, he smeared it over Roan’s lips. He could feel the faint gasp, then the heat of his hot, slick mouth as Roan opened wider. Walker wanted inside. Some primal instinct wanted him to shove forward and delve deep, feel Roan’s throat contract around him, wanted to experience it all. Teeth, tongue, palate.
Roan’s breath hitched as he waited with his mouth open. He writhed on the sheets, then tugged on his balls as his cheeks went pink.
Walker leaned forward again, slicking Roan’s mouth with more precum. This time, he dipped inside a little, just enough for Roan’s mouth to close around him. It took all of his willpower to slowly pull back again, but it was worth it, just to see Roan’s lips to cling to him, trying to hold him as he withdrew. Walker’s dick popped out, and Roan fell back, his frustration clear as day.
“Don’t close your mouth,” Walker whispered.
“Hnn.” Roan hid his face in the crook of his elbow for a second. Walker let him, caressed the soft flesh of his underarm, goosebumps rising in his fingers’ wake. His patience was rewarded when Roan slowly dropped his arm and opened his mouth. Wide. And there went his willpower. He fed Roan his dick, inch by excruciatingly slow inch.
Roan didn’t suck. He just mouthed, pushing Walker’s cock into his cheek, then digging the tip of his tongue into Walker’s slit.
“Jesus Christ,” Walker sighed, slowly starting to withdraw again. Roan made an inarticulate noise, straining his neck to keep Walker in his mouth, sucking hard to prevent him from popping out. Walker had to plant both hands against the wall above them to keep himself upright, and he thrust into Roan’s mouth lightly.
The need to deep throat him had left from the moment he realized how blissed out Roan was, just from holding Walker’s tip in his mouth, playing with it. He could easily have grabbed hold of Walker—for his own security as well as adding sensation—but that wasn’t what he wanted. Walker moved in his mouth a little, because he literally couldn’t keep still, and Roan held him in that sweetest caress, sometimes moving his tongue, sometimes sucking so lightly it drove Walker to the very boundaries of his sanity.
“You’re going to do this all night if I let you, aren’t you?”
Roan let Walker’s dick fall from his mouth. “Sorry,” he breathed, twisting his face away.
“Ah, there’s nothing to be sorry for. I love it. Here.” He cupped Roan’s cheek, coaxing him back. Then Walker pressed the heel of his hand to his dick so his balls lifted away from his body. “Open those sweet hot lips, baby.” Roan did, and Walker maneuvered until he could sink his sack into Roan’s waiting mouth. It wasn’t an easy position to hold, but he didn’t plan on doing it for long.
Roan moaned when he realized what he had in his mouth, and he gently pushed his tongue out, easing Walker’s balls apart. He played with the fragile, wrinkled skin, nibbling lightly, then mouthing one ball, then the other. He stretched wide and held them tenderly in the scalding heat of his mouth. His sigh was such a noise of contentment Walker wanted to laugh but didn’t. Obviously this was touchy for Roan, despite how much he loved it. And Walker didn’t want him to think he was laughing at him.
He softly pulled away, waiting for Roan to break the suction, then he moved to lie on top of him and kissed him. Roan moaned and sucked on his tongue, wrapping his arms tight around Walker. It was the best feeling, being skin-to-skin completely at last. Roan’s cock dug into the V of Walker’s hip, and he shifted a little, rubbing against him. His entire body tingled, and they kissed and kissed and kissed.
When they finally broke apart, Roan reached for his own nipples and pinched them. “Fuck,” he whispered. “I feel so on edge.”
“Let me do that,” Walker said. He batted Roan’s hands away, rolled one nipple between his fingers, and took the other one in his mouth. Roan cried out and arched beneath him, thighs trembling as they wrapped around Walker’s waist. Walker kept twisting and biting, testing Roan’s limits, until he began to quake so hard they were almost convulsions.
“Too much?” Walker whispered.
“Yes. No. I don’t know. God. Don’t stop.”
Walker laughed softly, and switched, pulling at the wet nipple as he took the other one in his mouth. They were swollen and red, tasted of steel, salty skin, and something earthy he couldn’t entire identify. His dick was throbbing, adding to the sticky, sweaty slick on Roan’s stomach, but he ignored it. He couldn’t get enough of driving Roan out of his mind. He didn’t even care if he came or not, he just wanted to see Roan fall apart. When Roan jerked so hard he nearly knocked Walker off him, he sat up and let go of his nipples.
For a moment he didn’t move. Roan’s chest rose and fell with harsh breaths. His dick jerked and throbbed as his stomach muscles jumped. He was tense, waiting, not knowing what was coming next. Walker carefully moved, and Roan held his breath, clearly expecting another assault on his nipples. Instead, Walker gave him the sweetest kiss. He dragged his mouth over Roan’s, sighed when he felt it to the marrow in his bones, dipped his tongue inside and tasted leisurely, pulled back a little, then kissed him again. And on. And on.
“Oh, Walker,” Roan whispered, holding him tight. For a moment they just breathed together until the need for more began to build again. Roan’s cock jumped against Walker’s abs, and he gave him one last, slightly dirtier kiss, to let him know the game was changing again.
He lifted himself up, dragged his hands down Roan’s pale skin, tugging a little at the hair, and then sucked Roan down. He wished he could take him down to the root, but Roan was a lot bigger than anyone might give him credit for at a glance, and Walker was woefully out of practice. He made up for what he couldn’t reach with his hand, and Roan didn’t seem to feel the need to complain.
“Oh, God.” Roan’slegs spasmed when Walker pushed them wider. He tongued Roan’s balls, teasing them apart, then sucked first one, then the other. Precum steadily dribbled into Roan’s navel now, and Walker paused to lap at the little puddle. Roan let out a startled laugh that turned into a moan when Walker lifted his balls and nibbled on the piercing. His legs jerked again, as did his hands, like he wanted to lift his knees and hold them open but hesitated.
“Do it,” Walker whispered. Then he sat back and waited. Watched.
Roan battled with himself. His jaw was clenched tight, and air blew from his nose in loud, almost angry gusts. The line of his throat was exquisite as he fought his embarrassment, head thrown back in the pillow. Unable to help himself, Walker soothed Roan’s stomach, gentling him silently.
When the fight left Roan, it was sudden. He breathed out through his mouth, his body relaxed, then he slowly slipped his hands underneath his knees and pulled them up.
“Have you decided?” Walker asked quietly.
“I want your tongue.” Roan’s voice was so gravelly Walker almost didn’t recognize it.
