Page 80 of Cowboy Seeks Husband
When Walker finally rubbed his nipples, hard, Roan jerked, then began to shake. It started as a tremor in his legs that became a twitching tremble, until his whole body was shuddering as his stomach clenched and unclenched, cock jumping while liquid beads seeped out, one after the other.
Roan hid his face against Walker’s neck again, unable to help the little moans and gasps as Walker’s fingers sent bursts of fire and heat straight to his cock and asshole. He wanted something in his mouth, wanted to suck on Walker’s tongue or his fingers, but was afraid to ask.
“You shy?” Walker asked and Roan shook his head, but splotches of heat burst all over his face and a strangled cry escaped his mouth when Walker twisted his nipple. “Let me ask you that again,” Walker murmured. “You shy, little lion?”
“No one’s ever—” He broke off when Walker sucked on his own fingers, then massaged Roan’s stinging nipple with spit so the humid breeze cooled the oversensitive nub.
“No one’s ever what?”
“Watched me like this.”
“Do you like it?”
Roan squeezed his eyes closed, and his breath hitched. He wanted a hand on his cock, to put an end to this almost unbearable shivery pleasure, too much and too little, but he knew he wouldn’t touch himself until Walker was good and ready for him to. Walker wasn’t touching him either, not counting where Roan leaned against him, but his breath puffed against Roan’s ear and his heartbeat was a steady, comforting thump. Roan’s skin felt tight and tingly all over, and his asshole kept clenching in anticipation of a still elusive orgasm.
“I do like it,” Roan admitted, turning his face away, but Walker stopped him from hiding, gently stroking his cheek, thumbing his open mouth.
“I love it,” Walker whispered, his voice hoarse. Needy. “Jesus, Roan. I love watching you. You’re so…” He trailed off like he had no words for it. He rolled both barbells, twisting them side to side, but not pinching. Hot fire bolts of frustrating lust shot through the pit of Roan’s stomach, making his balls contract and his legs twist. Walker didn’t ease up this time, and within seconds Roan was a shuddery mess, unable to hold his own balance. If it wasn’t for Walker’s strong body keeping him rooted, he’d have fallen off the damn horse ten minutes ago.
“I can’t,” he gasped when Walker didn’t stop. “Oh God, I—hnnnngh.” He squirmed and panted, rolling his hips, unwittingly searching for any kind of relief. “I can’t do it.” To his mortification, a tear rolled down his cheek.
“Shh, baby. What do you need? What can I do for you?”
“I need to touch my cock,” Roan said, voice quivering with the electrifying thrills leaping from his nipples.
“I never said you weren’t allowed to.”
“Ah, God.” Roan’s breath hitched when he realized he’d been sitting there waiting for permission like a good little boy, all because of a simple suggestion.
“Do you want me to do it for you?”
Roan shook his head and squeezed his eyes closed. His palm was already slick with sweat so his cock slipped easily through his fist, even though his fingers shook so hard he couldn’t have gripped a pen. The movement of the horse beneath him fed into his rhythm.
“I feel like I’m in a dream,” Walker whispered against Roan’s neck, pressing little kisses to the skin. Roan tightened his grip on his cock, gritting his teeth against another onslaught of shudders when Walker flicked his barbells. Even over the clop of the horse’s hoofs he could hear the slick noise with which his cock was coating his hand.
He felt a tug at the fabric around his neck and realized Walker was biting into his T-shirt, eyes transfixed on Roan’s cock. Heat spiked when Walker rolled both nipples simultaneously. Roan began to shake again, so hard his breath shuddered out of his mouth.
“It’s too much,” he cried out. “I can’t—” Walker let go of his nipples and Roan made a devastated noise, squirming so hard Walker wrapped one hand around his waist to hold him steady. “No!”
“Okay baby,” Walker cooed. “Whatever you want. I just don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not hurting—ohhh.” And just like that the evasive orgasm grabbed him by the nuts.
“Jesus,” Walker whispered, barely audible.
Roan mindlessly searched for him, nuzzling and turning his head until his mouth latched on to the underside of Walker’s jaw. He mouthed and sucked as he spasmed, spurting cum all over his own stomach, and knuckles, and—oh, God—the horse. Walker didn’t seem to care where it landed. He grabbed hold of Roan’s hand still jerking his cock and Roan let go, allowing Walker to take over, going boneless as aftershock upon aftershock squeezed his balls. He closed his eyes and let the motion of the horse calm him down until he became aware of Walker stroking his belly, his chest, gently circumventing his nipples.
“You okay?” Walker asked, and Roan nodded, afraid to say anything at all.
Roan bit his lip hard when tears sprang to his eyes, and he looked away.
“Hey, it’s okay. That was intense. Just like you told me it would be. I loved watching you.” Walker gently eased Roan’s legs down, straightened his T-shirt and pants out, then wrapped his arms around him and enveloped him from behind. He let Roan hide his face against his neck as he steered Cormac back to the stables.
Walker helped Roanoff the horse like he was something to be handled with care, and he wanted to bristle, but the moment Walker’s arms closed around him, all he could do was bury his nose in Walker’s neck and hold on.
“I need to take care of Cormac. It won’t take a minute,” Walker whispered in Roan’s hair. “You okay on your own for a while?”
Roan wanted to laugh but the sound stuck in his throat. He nodded but Walker didn’t immediately let go. “I’m fine,” he said, in case Walker didn’t get the message.
