“I need more,” he moaned. “I need you naked.” He reached for the button on my pants and made short work of getting them off, and then he pushed my underwear down as well. I stepped out of them and stood before him. He ran his eyes down my body. “Fucking gorgeous,” he said reverently as he dropped to his knees. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him kneeling in front of me. This was like the culmination of all my fantasies over the last couple of weeks. But then his tongue darted out to lick the pre-come off the tip of my cock, and I knew my imagination hadn't even come close.
He let out a moan like he’d just tasted the most delicious thing ever, and then he took my cock in his mouth and went to work making me lose my mind. He almost succeeded when he took me to the back of his throat, gagging a little bit. “Landon,” I breathed. “So good.” He began to bob his head on my cock while he used his tongue to tease all the right spots. It wasn't long before I had two choices, stop him or come down his throat, and fuck if I didn't want to, but I wanted to bury myself inside him more. I reached down and pulled him up, taking his mouth with mine, then I turned us to the side and sat on the edge of the bed. “I want to be inside of you when I come,” I said, reaching for his pants. “It’s time for both of us to be naked.”
I wanted him so badly my hands were shaking as I unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down over his hips. “No fucking underwear,” I groaned. “I’m so glad I didn't know that on the ride home.” As soon as he was clear of the pants, I grabbed him and pulled him on the bed with me, wrapping my arms around him and rolling us until he was underneath me. I kissed him until we were both breathless. I needed him so much I could barely think, but I knew we needed lube. And a condom, although what I really wanted was to take him raw and fill him up with my cum. Not that that was an option today. I rolled to the side and grabbed what we needed, then turned back to him.
“How do you want it?” I asked.
“Like this,” he motioned to the way he was laying. “I want to see your face when you slide inside me, and I want you to see mine. I want you to know who you’re fucking, Miller.”
“Oh, make no doubt about it, baby. I know exactly who you are,” I said as I pumped some of the lube on my fingers. I reached down and teased the rim around his entrance with one hand while I stroked his cock with the other. Then I slid one finger inside, moving it in and out of him. He grabbed his knees, pulling them up to give me better access. I took my time adding first one finger and then the other until he was moaning and making the most delicious little sounds.
“More,” he said. “I need more.”
I tore open the small square package with my teeth and then tossed the wrapper to the side as I rolled the condom over my cock, moving into position. He locked eyes with me as I began to press inside him a little at a time, pausing to give him time to adjust until I was buried balls deep inside. When his body relaxed around me, I pulled out and pressed back in again. As desperate as I had been for him, I'd expected our first time to be fast and frantic, but that wasn't what I wanted at all. What I wanted was to savor the feel of him around me and the expression on his face as I took him over the edge.
I shifted a bit, changing the angle and he cried out as I nailed his prostate. “God, yes, just like that. Harder, but right there.”
I pumped in and out of him, paying attention to the sounds he made and learning what set him off. Sex had always been pretty simple to me, get in, get off, and get out. But this was different. This was Landon, and I wanted this to be even better for him than it was for me. I pulled out, and he let out a whimper like I'd just taken away his favorite toy, but I quickly moved to the edge of the bed, standing up, and pulled him to me. Then I thrust back in. “Oh fuck, yes,” he yelled, reaching for his cock.
I continued to thrust into him deep and hard as I watched him stroke himself. Seeing my body moving in and out of his ass as he touched himself was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, and I was so close to the edge, my legs were shaking as I fought to hold back my orgasm. I needed him to come first. “Are you going to come for me, Landon? Spurt hot cum all over your stomach so I can clean you up with my tongue?”
“Oh, fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” he chanted as he did just that. The muscles in his channel contracted and pulsed as he shot all over himself, triggering my release. I slammed in deep and held myself there as waves of ecstasy flowed over me, and I emptied my cum into the condom. When I was finished, I collapsed on the bed next to him.
“I thought you were going to clean me up,” he said with a chuckle.
“Hmm, I did say that, didn't I?” I said with a laugh and proceeded to do exactly that.
18
Landon
Waking up in Miller's arms made me really glad we had come home on Saturday so we would have a day before we had to return to normal life. I hadn't meant to spend the night. Three nights of sharing a bed with him at my parents’ house had been bad enough, but to actually sleep curled up next to him after what we did last night was dangerous territory. Not dangerous enough to stop me from settling back against him when he grumbled it was too early to get up, but dangerous nonetheless.
But what was even more alarming was the way my heart jumped when he offered to cook me breakfast. I didn't know what I expected him to do. We still had his family Christmas to get through, and his friends all thought we were dating so it wasn't like he could just kick me out of bed. But this was Miller. That's what he did. Remembering that was what prompted me to turn down that breakfast.
“I should probably get going. I want to check on the horses.” I used that as an excuse, but the truth was, after last night, I needed a little distance before I forgot what this was.
“Hmm, okay. Do you want to go out for dinner tonight? You could stay over.”
I knew I should say no. I'd never been one to take big risks. That's why in the rodeo, I was a pickup man and not a bull rider. Why I was a horse trainer and not a bronc rider. I liked being close to the action, but not in the middle of it. But just this once, I wanted to say yes. I wanted to be the one taking the ride instead of the one picking up the pieces. “I don't know about spending the night, we get an early start out at the ranch, but I will come for dinner. We can play it by ear after that. How does that sound?”
“Sounds good to me,” he said, giving me a kiss. “There’s only one problem.”
“What's that?”
“I picked you up, so I have to give you a ride back to the ranch.”
“Oh shit, that's right, you did, didn't you?”
“Yep, and my price is one breakfast. We can go by Cap's or stop at the diner.”
“Or if we hurry, we could eat at the ranch. Margo always does a big breakfast on Sunday mornings.”
“Margo's biscuits and gravy,” he said, looking thoughtful. “Sold.”
“Let's get cleaned up and head that way. You can go first. I'll grab the bags out of the SUV while you shower so I’ll have clean clothes to put on.”
Breakfast at the ranch went well. No one gave us a hard time about me not coming back here last night, even though it was obvious we didn't drive from Oklahoma this morning, so they all had to know I stayed at his place last night. Margo's breakfast was marvelous as always. We had all tried to convince her that Sunday was her day off and she didn't have to cook, but she wasn't hearing it. Truth was, we all knew she didn't consider what she did at the ranch a job. Reed and Ripley were her family, and she loved to take care of them.