Page 72 of His Reluctant Cowboy

“Go ahead,” Josiah said.

In mere moments, they were both stripped down to just their underwear, and then Michael was back on top of him. The heat of his erection thrust against Josiah’s, over and over, driving him higher. He could definitely get off like this and go to sleep a happy man, but he wanted something more. Something primal that had settled inside him tonight—the urgent desire to be inside Michael. To share this one special thing with him and try something he’d yet to explore.

To fully embrace who he was deep inside, within the safe place provided by the man in his arms.

“Get your stuff,” Josiah said. “Please?”

“Fuck, yes.” Michael scrambled off the bed and to his dresser. Yanked open a squeaky drawer. Pulled out a box of condoms and bottle of lube, which he brought back to the bed. “It’s been a hot minute, so you’ll have to prep me a little.”

“Of course.” He never wanted to do anything that hurt Michael, not even by accident, and especially not in bed.

Michael peeled off his underwear, showing off his straining cock. While he was kneeling on the bed, Josiah took the opportunity to reach out and clasp it at the root. To stroke him base to tip, enjoying the way he gasped and moaned. The way his balls got tighter at Josiah’s handling and the little pearls of fluid oozed from the slit. “Do you prefer to get off before or after?”

“After,” Michael panted. “Sometimes I can during but it’s been a while.”

“Okay. Um, position?” Josiah preferred being on top so he had more control over the sex, but that hadn’t happened often with He Who Shall Not Be In Bed With Them.

“Whatever you want, baby, but doggie might be easier for your first time.”

“Okay.” Even though he wouldn’t be able to look Michael in the eyes, the position gave Josiah more control. They could explore other things later, as long as Josiah didn’t get laughed right out of the bedroom for his lack of technique or finesse.

Prepping Michael with the lube was actually pretty fun. Michael knelt on his hands and knees facing the headboard, ass tilted into the air, while Josiah carefully worked a slick finger inside him. Michael wiggled his hips, encouraging him, head angled to the side so Josiah could see his ever-present smile. The tight heat around his finger made Josiah impossibly harder as he imagined that pressure around his dick. Soon he’d know.

“Two,” Michael said.

Too soon, Michael was fucking himself on two of Josiah’s fingers, and the sight of that puckered muscle stretching to take him made Josiah a little bit crazy. Desperate to get his dick in there before he erupted in his briefs. “You ready?”

“Yeah. Can’t wait to feel you in me.”

“Me too.” Josiah tugged his underwear off and tossed them, not caring where they landed. His trembling fingers had a minor struggle with the condom, but he eventually got the damned thing on his dick. Spread on more lube. Notched the tip of his cock to Michael’s glistening entrance. “Are you sure?”

“Never been more sure in my life.” Michael reached behind him to squeeze Josiah’s hip, a firm hold that also pulled him forward while Michael pressed back. The intense pressure against his glans made Josiah cry out with absolute pleasure. Michael encouraged him with light thrusts that slowly, almost painfully slowly, pulled Josiah inside him.

“Oh fuck,” Josiah said as his cock disappeared in Michael’s body. The heat and glide was almost too much sensation, too overwhelming a thing. Too much and not enough, and when Michael clenched around him, Josiah stopped thinking and allowed his body to take charge. To snap his hips, burying himself deep in Michael’s body. To grab Michael by the hips and thrust, in and out, skin slapping skin. Instinct drove him, an encompassing need to climax, to claim, to experience this brand-new thing for as long as possible.

“Fuuuuuck,” Michael drawled, his hole squeezing impossibly tight. So tight Josiah stopped moving. Michael shuddered and panted, and it took Josiah a moment to realize why: Michael had come. One hand was still braced on the bed while the other milked the last of his release, until he let go and grabbed the headboard. The position angled his hips down, pushing him deeper onto Josiah’s dick.

He kissed the back of Michael’s neck. “Want me to pull out?”

“Hell no. Come in me, baby.”

Trusting Michael to know his body, Josiah rushed toward his own climax. It didn’t take long before his balls drew up and his release shot out his dick. Pretty lights winked behind his shut eyelids as Josiah thrust through it, savoring the sensations buffeting his body for as long as possible. Coveting every motion and sound until his dick began to soften. He reluctantly pulled out and dumped the condom over the side of the bed.

Michael flipped onto his back and collapsed, the perfect picture of a satiated man. Josiah took his glasses off and tossed them onto the foot of the bed. Snuggled up to Michael, half-draped over his body, one leg between his in a possessive way. He kissed Michael for a long time as his body came down from its endorphin high, explosive energy replaced by satisfied fatigue.

“How do you feel?” Michael asked.

“Amazing. That was amazing.” He nuzzled his face into the side of Michael’s neck. “Can we hold each other for a while?”

“For as long as you want, baby.” Michael draped a possessive hand over Josiah’s hip and squeezed. “That’s a promise.”

Chapter Twenty

Josiah woke with a start and flailed for several agonizing seconds, unsure where he was or why. The sunlight was brighter than in the trailer, the bed a lot softer, and he was surrounded by the combined scents of cologne and fabric softener. He was also alone in a large bed, dressed only in his underwear, his lack of glasses making it hard to take in the fuzzy room.

Then he got a deeper inhale of the cologne and it clicked: Michael’s room. They’d had sex last night. But why was he alone the morning after?

He fumbled at the side table for his glasses and shoved them on, kind of missing the contacts he’d yet to replace because Michael had once said he thought his glasses were adorable. The room came into sharp focus. He was very much alone. Before he could start overthinking that, the door swung open and Michael stepped inside with a small tray. Michael’s entire body lit up with the force of his smile. He slid the tray with two steaming mugs—Josiah’s nose said coffee—and a plate with some sort of toast onto the dresser, then crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees. Planted a firm kiss on Josiah’s very willing mouth.

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