Page 103 of My Cowboy Freedom
“Oh yeah? What about this?” He swung around to straddle my legs.
Holy cow.
Hands on my shoulders, he looked directly into my eyes. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted the hem of my T-shirt and drew light, scratchy circles on my belly and chest. “This okay?”
“Hell yeah.” Heat and muscle surrounded me. My hips stuttered, my back arched. He rocked into me, pulling my T-shirt off, over my head, kissing his way down my throat to my chest, my collarbone, my nipples.
My spine curled and I groaned deeply.
Sky’s expression stayed neutral but he watched me like... I don’t know what. Like I was fascinating. Like I was an instrument he was learning to play, so he touched me, and then he studied my every reaction. I made music for him—with him—soft moans and gasps and sighs.
He scanned my face, from my eyes to my mouth. Back and forth, like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to kiss me or look into my eyes while he ground his ass down on my dick.
Oh.
Oh yeah... Grinding wins...
“Wait.” I wanted to see him. I wanted to touch him, but he was being aggressive, making it about my pleasure.
He was more skilled than me. He had experience, and I was just feeling my way.
Wave after wave of dizzying sensation swept over me.
“Wait... Please...”
“Shh.”His hot, wet mouth skimmed down my chest. His hands followed, sweeping over my skin, brushing away doubt and fear and modesty, soothing me, gentling me, worshipping me.
Breathless, I offered myself like a sacrifice. Take me.Use me.
“Pretty, pretty boy.” He unbuckled my belt, opened my fly, and peeled my shorts down, good and slow, applying just enough pressure that my dick burst up between us—sproing—damp and hard and glistening with arousal. “Christ. Look at you.”
“What?” Cool air hit my leaking cock, making me hiss with pleasure. Making me move restlessly, already searching for pressure and pleasure and release.
“You’re um... well-proportioned. You know that, right?”
“Fuck off.”
Baring your teeth like a narcissistic shark when a dude overreacts to the size of your dick is not cool. But sometimes, it just happens.
“You fuck off, stud-boy.” He finger-flicked my dick and I nearly busted a nut. “Oh, God. Do that again.”
He lifted his brows, but gave me a swat. I gasped with pure pleasure.
“Somebody likes things a little rough.” He did it a third time.
“Ah. Shit.”I bit my lower lip until I tasted blood. “Little bit.”
He crawled back up my body and arched, pressing his hips to mine. His face hovered inches away. When he turned to whisper in my ear, every breath caressed my sensitive skin, giving me gooseflesh.
“I want—” he swallowed, hard, eyes unfocused and needy.Just this side of unhinged.“I want to be everything you need.”
I shoved my hips into his. His hard cock met mine when he shoved back. Muscles clenched, we rutted—hard, desperate grappling that was both painful and exquisite. Ferocious.
“I just need this. I need—”Connection. Belonging. Safety. Love.
I couldn’t say that. Not then.
“Oh God, Sky.” Our gazes locked.
