Page 109 of Cowboy Seeks Husband
Chapter 22
It was somuch. Roan was glad he couldn’t see anything when Walker’s fingers pushed into him. He was so gentle about it, it would almost have been easier to just take the pain and get it over with. But this care, this love, was not something Roan was used to. And he didn’t know how to deal with it. His heart stumbled along in a rhythm he couldn’t imagine keeping up for long, and when Walker caressed his hair, he inexplicably felt like crying.
The next kiss came as much as a surprise as all the other ones, and each time Roan became needier, a little more unraveled. “Please,” he whispered into Walker’s mouth.
“Yes, baby. Soon.” Walker kissed him again, then was gone. Roan jerked when he prodded deeper, feeling around, then hooked his fingers to the front wall of Roan’s rectum and drew down. When he hit Roan’s prostate, a shout burst from his mouth, his thighs began their familiar tremble, and Roan wanted to hide his face beneath a pillow.
“God, there too, huh?” Walker asked, sounding reverent. He spread his fingers, this time skirting around Roan’s prostate—and Roan was grateful for it—but still stretching. Then he pumped Roan’s cock, hard and fast, a few times, and Roan made embarrassing, high keening noises, his orgasm building like a frightening crescendo. He didn’t want to come yet. He flailed until the back of his hand hit something, then grabbed hold of Walker’s arm.
“I’m ready. I can’t hold on much longer. You said…you said I could ask for anything. And you’d give it.”
“I did,” Walker whispered.
Roan heard the snap of the bottle, the slick, rude sound of Walker lubricating his cock. The bed dipped. Walker’s warm hands spread Roan’s thighs wider and arranged them over his own. He felt so open and exposed, the moment tore him in two. On the one hand he imagined seeing what Walker saw, his puffy hole, maybe gaping a little, the glint of the piercing. On the other hand, he wanted to get fucked more than he ever had in his whole life.
The need won out. He lifted his hips. His ass contracted in anticipation. Walker swore under his breath, leaned over Roan, kissed him one more time, then set his cock to Roan’s entrance. He bore down, ready, needy, and Walker began to push into him. There wasn’t a sound apart from the wet noise of sex. They both held their breaths even though Roan fought to relax. Millimeter by agonizing millimeter, Walker pushed his way inside. Roan felt full to the brim before they’d even made it an inch, and he knew it would just keep on coming.
“Okay?” Walker asked. He sounded strained and suddenly all Roan wanted was one thing.
“I need to see you,” he whispered. Walker stilled. After a very quiet moment, he softly kissed Roan’s mouth, then slid his fingers against the silky mask.
“Keep your eyes closed for a second, so you adjust,” he whispered, and then the mask was off. Orange light danced behind his eyelids. Walker tweaked his right nipple. Roan gasped, and when Walker slid all the way inside, the noise he made one of utter relief and satisfaction. He gently pulled out a little, and pushed back in, easing the way. He rearranged Roan’s legs so he could lie down more comfortably, and rocked his hips. It was barely a push, but the movement grazed Roan’s prostate and his eyes flew open.
It was as if the world had always been black and white and he could see in color for the first time. Walker’s face was right there, in sharp relief against the hazy hues of the dusky room. Walker gazed down at him with such affection, Roan wondered if he’d caught him in an expression he wasn’t meant to see. But Walker didn’t change. Didn’t hide. He smiled softly but deeply. Heartfelt. His eyes lifted at the corner.
“Hi,” he whispered.
Roan opened his mouth but he choked up. A single tear rolled down his temple. Walker caught it, tasted it, then passed the salt to Roan’s tongue. “I’m okay,” Roan managed.
“I know,” Walker whispered. “It’s just so much, isn’t it?”
Roan wanted to close his eyes, but didn’t. He nodded, wrapped his arms around Walker and held him tight. He rocked his hips while Walker held still, and while he didn’t move much, the pressure against his insides was exquisite. He shuddered all over, clenching down hard.
“Ah, Roan, you’re killing me here.” Walker began to thrust, almost as if he had no choice. His dick slid almost all the way out, stretching Roan’s rim, then entered him again in one hard push. Roan jolted, mouth open in shock, and he stared right into Walker’s eyes as he did it, like promised, again and again and again.
He’d never been fucked like this before. Their bodies created a cocoon of safety, a harbor from all the pain, but at the same time they created a salacious space, a pocket of sex and lust and primal, earthy feelings that was only theirs and no one else’s.
When they reached the point of no return, Roan’s body quaked and shook so hard they couldn’t keep kissing. Needing something he couldn’t entirely put into words he thrashed his head about as Walker worked over him, hitting the sensitive nub inside him relentlessly. He’d been tweaking Roan’s nipples at the same time as he held himself up with one arm, but when Roan didn’t stop seeking, he dropped down on his elbows and fed Roan two fingers.
They both moaned simultaneously, eyes locking with a desperation that could’ve been frightening but all Roan wanted was to reach that high, to get there through Walker’s doing, to give himself over completely in the purest of ways. Like he knew, Walker worked harder, first with deep, full length strokes, then short, fast jabs. Roan sucked on his fingers, tongued the deliciously salty skin. Walker made a broken noise, then fucked him with all he had, hammering Roan’s prostate until the shaking seized. Roan tensed up, rising higher and higher and higher, breath stuttering until that fell away too. For a second the abyss was terrifying, but he wasn’t alone. Walker whispered his name, and at the very last moment his eyes slammed shut and the torrent took him, down, down, down, until his balls were empty and his belly sticky, his hole still pulsing around Walker’s rigid cock.
He made a pathetic mewling noise when Walker pulled his fingers out. And then he very carefully eased his cock out too. He wanted to say something about that, but then Walker was there, stripping the condom off and feeding his cock into Roan’s achingly empty mouth.
His mind was buzzing with blissful relief, his body felt heavy as if the earth’s gravity had shifted, and he let Walker push in and out of his mouth.
Roan suckled and drew on him, flicked his tongue against the underside, until Walker swore and shook, thighs hard and twitching with the effort of holding himself up. When Roan thought Walker would pull out, he grabbed hold of his hips and devoured him whole. Walker cried out and the thick pulse of his cum filled Roan’s mouth. He swallowed it down.
Roan rose fromthe deepest sleep in a year like a diver rising to the surface of the ocean. He became aware of a soft, rustling sound first. It was soothing and rhythmic. Then light began, soft like dawn’s rising, but it was too early for morning. His sleep might’ve been deep, but it hadn’t been a whole night’s worth. He wasn’t alone. That was the next thing he knew, and right along with that realization came the sensation belonging to the rhythm.
Walker was stroking his chest, leisurely up and down. Roan stretched, limbs a-quiver. With the greatest effort, he unglued his eyelids.
“He lives,” Walker murmured, amusement tingeing the tone of his voice. Roan shifted his head, the pillow rustling underneath him, and blinked to wake up his brain a little more. Walker was watching him, probably had been watching him for quite a while because there was no sign of sleep on his handsome, weathered face. Roan reached out and touched the lines beside his mouth, then slid his hand around the back of Walker’s head and drew him down for a kiss.
“Can’t believe I fell asleep,” he croaked.
Walker laughed, a little dazed when Roan let him go. “After you came like that? I’d’ve been surprised if you didn’t.” Roan felt his face heat, and Walker stroked his cheek with the tips of his fingers. “No, baby,” he whispered. “Don’t be embarrassed now. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Roan frowned in confusion. “What?”
