17. Eli
Chapter 17
Eli
W aking up beside Colt was something I didn’t know I desperately craved until I felt his warmth against my chest. He was snuggled up against me, my warms wrapped around his torso as I pulled him close. He smelled of warm leather and a night filled with some of the best sex I’d ever had. Watching him ride me over and over again all night would be burned into my memories forever.
They weren’t kidding when they called him a rodeo star. He knew how to ride like a champ. Just the thought of it made me hard again. Not that I needed much help with Colt’s perfect ass pressed up against my cock.
As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, Colt stirred in my arms. His eyelids fluttered open, revealing those mesmerizing green eyes that had captivated me from the moment we met. A slow, lazy smile spread across his face as he realized where he was.
“Mornin', asshole,” he drawled, his voice lazy with sleep.
I couldn't help but grin back, my heart swelling with affection despite the nickname. “Good morning, yourself.”
Colt stretched languidly, his muscles rippling under his freckled skin. I couldn't resist running my hand along his side, marveling at the strength hidden beneath his compact frame. He shivered at my touch, pressing himself closer.
“Last night was...” he trailed off, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.
“It sure was,” I finished for him, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. I ground my hips forward, my cock sliding against his bare skin. “It was really fucking good.”
Colt's breath hitched as he felt my arousal. “Damn, city boy,” he chuckled, his voice low and needy. “Ready to go again already?”
I nipped at his earlobe, eliciting a soft moan. “Can you blame me? I've got the hottest bull rider in Texas in my bed.”
Colt turned to face me, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Is that so?” He ran a calloused hand down my chest, his touch igniting a fire in my core. “Well, I reckon I could go for another ride.”
I groaned, pulling him closer. “You're gonna be the death of me, Colt Dawson.”
He smirked, straddling my hips with practiced ease. “What a way to go, though.”
As Colt began to move, I couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of him. The morning light caught his red hair, making it glow like embers. His muscular thighs flexed as he rocked against me, teasing us both. I ran my hands up his sides, savoring the feel of his warm skin under my palms.
“You're goddamn beautiful,” I breathed, unable to hold back the words.
A flash of vulnerability crossed Colt's face before he masked it with a cocky grin. “Ain't you sweet,” he drawled, but I could see the hint of pink on his cheeks. He liked the praise even if he wouldn’t admit it.
I sat up, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close. Our lips met in a heated kiss, tongues dancing as Colt ground down harder. I swallowed his moans, loving how responsive he was to my touch.
“Fuck,” Colt gasped as we broke apart for air. His green eyes were locked on mine, his lips swollen from our kisses. I couldn't resist trailing my mouth down his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.
Colt threw his head back, giving me better access as he continued to roll his hips. “God, darlin',” he moaned, his fingers tangling in my hair. “You're drivin' me crazy.”
I grinned against his skin, loving how I could make this tough cowboy come undone. My hands slid down to his perfect ass, kneading the firm muscle as I guided his movements.
“That's it, baby,” I encouraged, my voice thick with need as my finger grazed over his hole. “You want it, don’t you?”
Colt's breath hitched, his body shuddering against mine. “Fuck yes,” he groaned, pressing back against my probing finger. “Need you inside me.”
I reached for the lube on the nightstand, coating my fingers generously. Colt lifted himself up slightly, allowing me better access as I slowly worked one finger into his tight heat. He hissed at the initial intrusion but soon began rocking back against my hand.
“More,” he demanded, his voice husky with desire.
I obliged, adding a second finger and fucking him gently. Colt's head fell forward onto my shoulder, his breath coming in short pants as I stretched him. When I crooked my fingers just right, brushing against his prostate, he let out a strangled moan.
“Right there,” he gasped, grinding down harder. “God, don't stop.”
And I didn't stop. I kept working my fingers inside him, savoring every gasp and moan I drew from his lips. Colt was trembling against me, his cock hard and leaking between us.
“You ready for me, cowboy?” I murmured, nipping at his earlobe.
“Fuck yes,” Colt groaned. “Need you now.”
I withdrew my fingers, earning a whimper of loss from Colt. But then I was lining myself up, the head of my cock pressing against his slick entrance. It was only then that I realized we’d skipped a step.
“You got another condom?” I asked, glancing at the torn wrappers next to the bed.
He shook his head. “Don’t need it.”
“Colt…” I started. “That’s a big step, don’t you think?”
He glanced over his shoulder, his gaze catching mine. “I trust you, Eli.”
“I did all my tests before I moved down to Sagebrush,” I said, sharing despite his blind trust. “Everything came back negative.”
Colt stared at me hungrily. “Then what are you waitin’ for?”
I supposed I couldn’t argue with that. I lined myself up again, the thick head of my cock pressing against his hole. Already, pre-cum slicked my piercing, the metal catching the morning sun. But apparently I was going too slow. Next thing I knew, Colt was pushing back, his ass swallowing my cock with practiced ease. He sank down slowly, taking me inch by inch until I was fully sheathed inside him.
“Jesus,” I hissed, overwhelmed by the tight raw heat engulfing me. “That feels… incredible.”
Colt's eyes were squeezed shut, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he adjusted to the stretch. I ran my hands soothingly up and down his sides, resisting the urge to thrust up into that exquisite ass.
“You okay, baby?” I murmured, pressing soft kisses along his jaw.
He nodded, his eyes fluttering open to meet mine. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Just... give me a second.”
I held still, marveling at the feeling of being inside him with nothing between us. Even after a long night of fucking like wild animals, his body still wasn’t used to taking me. Then again, if I’d had sex as little as him, I’d be tight too. Not that minded, I was more than happy to be patient with the most beautiful man I’d ever met. And, after a moment, Colt began to move, slowly pulling himself forward before sinking back down. We both groaned at the sensation.
“Fuck, Eli,” Colt gasped, picking up the pace. “You feel so good.”
I gripped his hips, guiding his movements as he rode me. Laying on our sides was a new position for us, one we hadn’t tried during the night. However, it seemed I could get the angle just right, finding his prostate with every single roll of his hips. Colt moaned and whimpered into his pillow, his ass taking me deeper and deeper with every movement.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from Colt as he rode me, his body moving with a fluid grace that spoke of years in the saddle. His muscles flexed and rippled with each roll of his hips, a thin sheen of sweat making his skin glisten in the morning light. I ran my hands up his thighs, marveling at the strength I felt there.
“God, you're gorgeous,” I breathed, unable to hold back the words.
Colt's cheeks flushed pink, but he didn't stop. Instead, he leaned over his shoulder and captured my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue tangling with mine as he continued to move. I could feel him trembling, his body tightening around me as he got closer to the edge.
“That's it, baby,” I encouraged, breaking the kiss to trail my lips down his neck. “Cum while you ride my cock. Show me how good you are.”
Colt's movements became more frantic, his breath coming in short gasps as he chased his release. I slid my hand around to grasp his cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts.
“Fuck, Eli,” he moaned, his voice cracking. “I'm so close.”
I tightened my grip on his hip, holding him steady as I started to thrust up into him. The new angle had Colt crying out, his body arching beautifully as I hit his prostate with each stroke.
“That's it, cowboy,” I growled, nipping at his shoulder. “Cum for me.”
With a strangled cry, Colt came undone. His body clenched around me as he spilled over my hand, his release painting his stomach and the bedsheets. The sight of him coming apart, combined with the exquisite tightness of his body, pushed me over the edge. With a guttural groan, I buried myself deep inside Colt, my hips jerking as I filled him with my release.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us panting and trembling in the aftermath. I peppered soft kisses along Colt's shoulder and neck, savoring the salty taste of his skin.
“Wow…” he muttered. “That’s… really…” He glanced over his shoulder at me, a faraway look in his eyes. “I’ve never let a man do that to me before.”
“Don’t like it?” I asked, starting to move to pull out of him.
He grabbed my thigh, holding me in place with a surprising amount of strength. “I fucking love it,” he growled. “It’s so… God I don’t know how to describe it.”
“Warm?”
“Yeah. Among other things.” He leaned close, kissing me once more. “And knowing it’s you… I don’t know… it’s just… something.”
I wasn’t sure I really understood what he was trying to say to me, but I could tell he liked it. That was obvious.
“Well, add a breeding kink to your list,” I grinned, grinding myself deeper inside him. “Maybe you can put it on your rodeo resume.”
Colt groaned, his ass pushing back against me. “Fuck you.” But I could tell he didn’t mean it.
“Fuck me?” I chuckled, nipping at his earlobe. “I think we just did that, cowboy.”
Colt laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that I felt through his entire body. “Smart ass,” he muttered, but there was no heat in his words.
We lay there for a while longer, basking in the afterglow. I could feel my release slowly trickling out of him, and the thought sent a possessive thrill through me. Colt was mine now, marked inside and out.
Eventually, he shifted, wincing slightly as I slipped out of him. “Shit,” he mumbled, “I'm gonna be feelin' that all day.”
“Sorry,” I said, not feeling sorry at all. “Want me to kiss it better?”
Colt snorted, turning to face me. “Maybe later,” he said, a big grin on his face.
“So, what are we doing today then?” I asked. “Mom’s gonna want us back eventually to make sure I didn’t kill you or something.”
“Yeah. We should check in with them.” He glanced up, his green eyes filled with hesitance. “Do you want to… I don’t know… go on a walk or somethin’?”
“A walk?” I laughed. “How romantic.”
“I don’t know,” he sighed, burying his head in my chest. “I just… I don’t know what people do on dates.”
I reached down, lifting his chin so his eyes met mine. “Are we dating now?”
He stared at me, eyes searching the depths of my soul. When his mouth opened to reply he hesitated not once, but twice.
“I… I don’t know, Eli. I don’t know I really understand anythin’ that’s going on right now.”
“Well,” I replied softly, giving him a kiss on the nose. “Here’s what you’re going to do. You’re gonna take a shower, get some clean clothes, and then we’re gonna stop by the house. After that, we’ll just walk and talk until you’re satisfied.”
“But… I want you to be satisfied too.”
I took his jaw in my hand, pulling him close so our foreheads were pressed together. “Colt, just being with you is all the satisfaction I need.”
He squeezed me tighter, burying his face in my neck, almost like he was terrified that I didn’t mean it. Or worse, that I did mean it. And I was right there with him. Realization gripped my chest as I ran my fingers through that ginger hair of his.
I was falling for Colt Dawson.