Page 163 of The Texas Sterling Collection
“Knowlan,” Rod said. “Almost everything points to MacGowan. The only thing we have in common with Knowlan is our love of horses. Neither of us is particularly arty, although I come closer than you.”
“We know a lot about horses,” Wyl said, “or at least I do. That should give us an edge with Knowlan.”
“Part of the key to this is our relationship,” Rod said. “We need to show them we are as much in love as we actually are. That part should be easy.”
“You bet.” Wyl leaned to nibble Rod’s earlobe. His hot breath in Rod’s ear worked, and Rod melted into a passionate kiss.
Tossing the information packet aside, Wyl unbuttoned Rod’s shirt and stroked his warm hands over Rod’s chest.
“Oh god, your touch always drives me wild.” Rod tossed his packet to the floor.
Wyl’s cock was at full attention, and his buckle clinked as Rod unhooked the belt and unbuttoned Wyl’s slacks. He slowly lowered the zipper and reached inside Wyl’s boxers to tease the little rancher.
“Little rancher likes it when my husband plays with him,” Wyl panted, his cock pulsing with every beat of his heart.
“And I like playing with the little rancher,” Rod whispered in Wyl’s ear. Wyl groaned at Rod’s hot breath in his ear. He unbuckled Rod’s belt and unzipped his pants, reaching in and wrapping his hand around Rod’s throbbing manhood.
“Let’s get these clothes off,” Wyl said. Shirts, pants, and underwear came off in a flash before they both fell on the bed.
Wyl fingered Rod’s cock, stroking the head and the shaft as Rod squirmed. “God, Wyl, don’t ever stop.”
“Are you ready to enter the tunnel of love?” Wyl panted.
“Yes! I need to be inside you.” Rod reached for the lube. The cap snicked open, and Rod drizzled the slick liquid across Wyl’s cock and down his balls, lube running down between his cheeks.
Wyl spread his legs in an invitation for Rod to play.
Rod moistened his hand by spreading the lube over Wyl’s cock, watching Wyl gasp as he slid his grasp over the head and down the shaft to tease the slick ball sack slowly. He teased Wyl’s pucker, which clenched with each throb of his cock. Rod ran his slick finger around the tight hole, slowly stroking it and sending Wyl into paradise.
“Fuck, that feels good.” Wyl gasped.
Rod nudged inside and gradually finger-fucked deeper and deeper, finally tagging Wyl’s gland.
“More, babe.” Wyl’s half-closed eyes were evidence of his passion.
Rod added a second finger and slowly pushed in and pulled out, nudging Wyl’s gland each time. A pool of pre-cum in Wyl’s navel jiggled with each tag of Wyl’s gland as his stomach muscles reacted to the pleasure.
“I need you inside me,” Wyl gasped.
Rod positioned himself and slowly pushed inside, feeling the warmth of his husband as he leaned down to devour his mouth in a searing kiss.
Wyl reached between them and wet his hand in the pool of pre-cum before slowly stroking himself.
Rod felt Wyl tighten around his cock. “Are you about to cum, babe?” he whispered.
“Oh God, yes.” Wyl gasped, his breathing fast and shallow.
“Cum for me, babe.”
“Guh!” Wyl gasped, his anus throbbing with each shot of warm cum.
Rod went over the edge, filling Wyl with his man seed as he held his breath in ecstasy.
They collapsed in each other’s arms as the afterglow wrapped around them.
A few minutes later, Rod rolled off Wyl and glided his fingers through Wyl’s seed, caressing his stomach. “Let’s do lots of this while we’re in Ireland.”
“You got it, babe.” Wyl kissed his forehead, then rolled over and sat up. “Want a quick shower?” He started toward the bathroom.
