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Finally, he strips my undershirt over my head and suddenly, we’re both naked. I’m on my back, and he’s looming above me in all his glory.
I know what Iwantto do, but I’m hesitant. What if I make a mistake and turn him off?
“I can hear you panicking,” he finally says, as he stretches his naked body along my own.
“Not panicking, just in awe,” I offer as a half-truth. “Please, don’t stop.” I wince when I realize how pathetic my begging must sound, but to my relief, Phoenix reaches between us and starts lazily stroking our cocks together in his palm. Need and lust course through me so violently my back bows off the blankets. “Fuck, that feels good,” I say with a shudder.
Looking me in the eye, Phoenix says, “I apologize in advance for ruining you for any men who come after me.”
I wish I could tell him there won’t be any, but I don’t want to kill the mood. Instead, I pull him down on top of me. We’re both slick with sweat from the summer heat as his mouth finds mine, utterly consuming me.
Before long, his right hand is nudging my legs wider and he breaks our kiss to stick two of his fingers into his mouth, wetting them with his saliva before placing them between my legs. He runs them over my balls, across my taint, until finally, he’s pressing them against the tight ring of muscle no one besides myself has ever penetrated.
He stays on the outside of my ass, rimming me while he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, and our dicks rub against each other as they’re trapped between our bodies.
I’m vibrating with the need to be filled byhim…the need to experience this at least once before everything becomes too much.
Chapter 3
Phoenix
There’re a million reasons I shouldn’t be here right now, but with Walker hard against my stomach, offering me his ass and the promise of his silence, no way in hell am I walking away.
The energy flowing between us is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Granted, I’ve never fucked another bronc rider. But that must be it. We obviously have a lot in common because not everyone finds getting thrown around on the back of a two-thousand-pound animal fun…but we do.
I don’t have to work so hard to impress Walker because he gets it. He knows how hard it is to ride well enough to get to the top, which means I’m finally able to relax. I’m havingfunmore than trying to prove myself or live up to my reputation, andthatis definitely new.
Walker groans beneath me as my fingers play with his ass. I’m fully prepared to coach him through this moment because even if he’s had sex, he can’t have had thatmuchsex. Eighteen-year-olds typically don’t have game like the movies and televisionshows make it seem, but he surprises me when he relaxes into my touch like he’s been waiting his whole life for this.
“Yes, baby. That’s it. Fuck, just like that,” I praise him between kisses. Sitting up, I reach for the lube packet in the pocket of my pants, thanking the powers that be I had enough sense to grab multiple—and condoms.
Walker is clinging to me, and I can’t tell if it’s purely out of lust or something else. Something darker. It feels like he’s trying not to drown. Like he’s using me to keep his head above water.
I bristle at the thought of being used again, but quickly push the intrusive feeling away, intent on finding release for us both.
He intrigues me. Maybe it’s the way his shyness battles with his eagerness or the way he looks at me like I can solve all of his problems. Either way, he’s fucking addicting. His light brown eyes hold more depth than I’ve ever noticed in another person, and even for eighteen, he seems to be carrying the weight of the world. Despite that, he keeps his shoulders back and his head held high.
His quiet strength is the total opposite of my loud mouth, and I want to see if I can make him scream.
Lubing a finger, I get my own arousal in check by strangling the base of my dick as I talk him through the next steps. I’m sure he knows what’s coming, but it’s more fun to say it out loud.
“I’m going to stretch you out and get you ready to take my cock. Your job is just to relax and get turned on as hell, got it?”
“Already there,” he pants, grinding his hips into me, seeking friction and proving his declaration.
I spread him easily with my middle finger, and although I was prepared to put in the work, the fact that I won’t have to ramps my desire up even more.
“Damn, Quick Shooter. Looks like you’re giving me a runfor my money in every arena tonight.” As if my words remind him of what’s happening, I feel him clamp down on me. “Fuck, baby, I’m about to come just from fingering your tight ass.”
Sitting back, I keep working his hole with my right hand while my left hand grabs his shaft and starts pumping slowly.
His breathing increases and he pushes his hips into my hand. I expect his eyes to be closed, lost to the sensation, but when I look at him, his eyes are on my face.
“Like what you see?” I ask, arching a brow as I slide a second finger in alongside the first. It’s so easy to forget that in less than twelve hours, he’s going to be trying his hardest to take my title.
“More than you know,” he replies in a husky tone.
“The circuit’s hard for men like us,” I explain as I pump my fingers in and out of him slowly, savoring this connection between us.
