Page 41 of The Texas Sterling Collection
WYL
Fastening my mouth over Rod’s, my friend-turned-sex partner’s erotic flavor teased my taste buds. I melted into the kiss until Rod tugged me onto the bed. Groans filled the air as our tongues tangled in passion. Rod kissed his way down my neck, and the strong connection made me realize how much I desired this man. He nibbled and licked a nipple. The erotic sensation flowed through my entire body.
Rod lifted his head and gazed into my eyes. “Babe, you are the sexiest man I have ever met.”
Commitment-laced words that would have scared me before now thrust pleasure through me. “Cowboy, your naked body is sexy as fuck.” My gaze floated down to Rod’s engorged penis. “And I love the way your cock dances when I talk.”
“And your cock likes this…” Rod tweaked a nipple.
A jolt of electric pleasure shot through me, and my cock throbbed.
“And this…” Rod bent down and licked the slit.
The sight and sensations of Rod’s warm tongue on my penis tightened my ball sac and sent waves of ecstasy through me. “My cock likes anything you do.” I tugged Rod up and drew his mouth to mine, frotting my hard cock against his in a horizontal dance, leaving us both panting.
“God, I’m so hot for you.” Rod gasped as our kiss broke, his eyes closed, and his swollen lips surrounding a mouth open in pure bliss.
Our cocks, slick with pre-cum, slid together, driving me like a speeding chariot toward my climax. “Oh god, I’m gonna blow.” I spat out the words as the first tingle of my climax snowballed.
“Me too, babe.” Rod’s half-lidded eyes met mine. “Cum for me, honey. I want to watch your expression.”
“Roddy!” I gasped as streams of man juice shot from my slit onto my belly, one shot hitting my chin.
“Sterling!” Rod shouted, his entire body vibrating and his face contorting in a silent scream as pleasure washed over him and his hot sperm joined the pool on my stomach. He collapsed in my arms. I closed my eyes and breathed in the scent of our sex.
Minutes later, Rod nodded toward the ensuite with a sated expression. “Want to try the double shower?”
I stroked Rod’s cheek. “I can’t let my sexy cowboy take a shower alone, can I?”
Rod dove in for a passionate kiss.
Before I met Rod, I never enjoyed kissing. Not that I practiced much. In fact, not at all. The only kissing I ever did was with dates in high school. Girl dates. And kissing a girl never did anything for me. But with Rod, I can't get enough probing tongue, soft lips, and addictive flavor.
We climbed off the bed, and Rod grabbed my hand to tug me toward the shower. Hot water flowed from our showerheads, soothing muscles tired from physical pleasure. I washed my cowboy and let Rod do the same to me. Drying with fluffy towels, an evening of togetherness lay ahead.
* * *
We shared the task of making breakfast the following day. The bacon sizzled, and Rod whisked the eggs while I made toast. The aroma made my stomach growl.
I moved behind Rod, wrapped my arms around his waist, and nuzzled his ear. “Your scent drives me wild.” I could stand here for hours, breathing in his scent. “And breakfast smells good, too.”
Rod chuckled and elbowed me. “You are such a tease, Marine. Make yourself useful, and pour the coffee into the insulated carafe. We’ll take our breakfast to the deck.”
“You calling me a Marine makes me proud. Nobody ever gave me a pet name before.” I reached for the carafe and poured the pot of coffee into it.
“We’re in a relationship, Wyl, but we still have much to learn about each other. After breakfast, let’s talk about our individual pasts. I’ll tell you about my ex, Patrick. And you can tell me about your long list of boyfriends.”
“Yeah, it’s time we cleared the air since we took things to a new level," Wyl said. "I have no clue about levels, but maybe we’re soulmates?”
Rod smiled. “Soulmate. I like that. I’ve never been anyone’s soulmate. Crossing the sex barrier the night you came after me made us lovers. I think a soulmate is a better description.”
“Wasn’t your husband your soulmate?”
“I hate to admit this, but my friendship-turned-soulmate with you is more special than what I had with him in the ten years we were together. And I like you calling me cowboy.” Rod gave me a quick kiss. “Nobody else would think of referring to me as a cowboy. When the word comes out of your mouth, I almost believe it.”
“You’ll be a cowboy someday. Your upcoming ride on Blanket will convince you.” I can hardly wait to show him the ranch on horseback. It's the only way for him to grasp its size and scope. Maybe, at some point, he would be with me on the ranch full-time. Not tomorrow, but anything was possible since we leaped across the relationship line.
The early morning sun warmed the cool deck, and we settled at the table. Conversation ceased as forks clattered against plates, and our first breakfast in the Hill Country disappeared. I took my mug of coffee to the railing around the deck. Rod joined me. I moved behind him, snaking my arms around my precious man. In the distance, a gunshot sounded as a deer hunter fired at his prey. I flinched at the sympathetic twinge in my shoulder.
