Page 74 of The Texas Sterling Collection
“Oh. God.” Wyl’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Your. Humming. Vibrates. Everything.”
I moved up and plundered Wyl’s mouth, my tongue seeking Wyl’s tonsils as I tried to find more of Wyl’s flavor. With my hand, I kept teasing Wyl’s sensitive shaft and smeared pre-cum around the head.
Wyl broke the kiss with a gasp. “I’m about to cum, honey.”
I stopped the finger tease and fumbled in the nightstand for the lube. “Spread your legs, babe.”
Wyl spread his thighs perpendicular to his body. His cock, nestled in his dark bush, danced with each heartbeat. His balls, drawn up tight, hugged the base of his cock. “I’m about to explode,” he gasped.
The lube cap snicked open, and I drizzled lube on Wyl’s tight balls and down his crease. Wyl jerked at the cold liquid, but I warmed the slick goo by massaging Wyl’s balls and rubbing my fingers down to Wyl’s waiting hole. I inserted a fingertip, and Wyl tensed. “Relax. Your cowboy wants to fuck you.” The tension eased around my finger, and I pushed in further, turning to tease Wyl’s gland with my fingertip.
Wyl gasped and arched his back, spreading his legs farther apart to give me access to his entire pleasure center. I inserted another finger and assaulted Wyl’s gland.
“Fuck me before I shoot.”
I lubed up my cock and teased Wyl’s hole, spreading pre-cum as lube before pushing into him. Pleasure flowed through my body as I slid in and out.
Wyl pulled me down, and our mouths met.
Wyl gasped through the kiss, and I pulled back to watch his face contort with orgasmic pleasure. Seeing Wyl’s expression triggered my leg-shaking, breath-stopping orgasm.
His cock untouched, Wyl shot ropes of cum between us. His pulsing hole milked my cock, which continued to nudge Wyl’s gland with each thrust, extending the orgasm for both of us. We collapsed in each other’s arms, gasping for breath as the stars cleared.
Wyl kept his arms wound around me. “I didn’t realize how much I missed this.”
“Me too,” I gasped.
“Oh, God, Roddy.”
Kissing as the euphoric high eased, I remained in the strong arms of my man. With a deep, satisfied sigh, I pulled back and nodded toward the shower. “Want to clean up?”
“You bet,” Wyl said.
I tugged Wyl into the warm shower. Water sluiced down his muscled chest, which flexed as his hands smoothed shower gel over my chest and sides. I took the shower gel bottle and poured a generous amount into my cupped hand. I washed Wyl’s shoulders, chest, and sides. I felt the muscles working under my fingers. Next, cock, balls, and crack. I kissed Wyl as I reached around to cleanse his ass.
“Take my braid down,” Wyl said. “I haven’t washed my hair since before Walt’s accident.”
I removed the band at the end of Wyl’s braid and unwound his hair.
“I’m thinking about cutting my hair.”
“What? You're proud of your heritage and long, raven hair.”
After rinsing his hair, Wyl turned to me. “I am, but I want to do it for Walt. I can contribute my locks to Native American kids undergoing cancer treatment. In doing so, I will honor Walt. And having shorter hair will make me more like him. I can’t imagine a better role model than my brother.”
I teared up at both the tribute to Walt and at Wyl’s need to do something to honor his brother. “I like your idea, Wyl.”
“Will you help me find more information? We can look on the Internet.”
I grabbed Wyl in an intense hug. “Anything you want, babe.”
Wyl tightened his grip around me. “And we should finish up, or I’ll be ready for round two.” Wyl’s deep, resonant voice tickled my lips as the words came out.
I planted another quick kiss and turned off the water. “We’ll have time for another go after breakfast.”
After toweling dry, Wyl sat on the bed. “Can you braid my hair? After I retired from the Corps, Walt did it. I can do it, but it works better if someone else does it.”
“I don’t think I ever braided hair.”
