Chapter 12
The hotel was gorgeous.
They had a jacuzzi tub. A view of Cowboy Stadium. Feather pillows.
It made Bodie feel fancy as hell, made him proud, made him feel as if he was in a good place to make love with Cole.
Or at least make out like bunnies.
Cole was duly impressed, too. He wandered from the window to the bathroom, from there to the big bed. “Jesus. It’s good to be the champ.”
“Right? I figure I might as well use it, huh?” He leaned back against the wall, admiring Cole as he moved.
“I sure would if it were offered to me.” Cole stopped wandering and looked at him, eyes going narrow. Then Cole reached back and tugged his shirt off over his head.
His lips parted, and he groaned as he got to admire Cole, feeling good. In the light, Cole was broad in the shoulders, tight in the hips, and so fine.
Bodie reached out, his fingers dragging over Cole’s taut belly. “Look at you.”
“It seems like it’s about time.” Cole tugged his shirt, hinting that he should take it off too. “It was a long drive. We had a lot of time to think about this.”
“We did. I did.” He stripped off his own shirt. He looked good—he wasn’t birdlike like so many other bull riders, he was muscled and ripped.
Cole inhaled deeply, then touched him too, sliding a hand across his chest. Cole’s fingers were cool and the touch wasn’t timid. “Mm. Wow.”
“I like that.” He stepped right up into Cole’s personal space, right there where he could steal a kiss. He pressed their lips together, humming low in his throat.
Cole hummed back and caught him by his nape, lips opening just enough to exchange breath. That other hand still moved over his chest and ghosted over his nipple.
His hands slid around Cole’s waist, and he dragged them closer together, one leg pressing in between Cole’s. That earned him another low moan, and Cole wasn’t shy about leaning into him with his hip.
Oh, he felt about ten feet tall and bulletproof, and he spread his fingers, letting himself feel that tight ass.
“You’re all fucking muscle.” Cole’s fingers slid down his arms, over his abs.
“Yessir. I ride with strength, not balance.” He worked for it, too.
“I’m… looking forward to that.” Cole kissed him again, fingers sliding under the waistband of his jeans, reaching for his ass.
He wasn’t worried—he pitched and caught, and he was willing to love on Cole however worked. He tugged a little harder, rocking them together, nice and hard, making Cole feel it.
Cole groaned into the kiss, moving with him, then nipped at his lips and soothed it over with his tongue.
He chuckled softly, holding Cole’s head as their kisses went deeper, more and more hungry.
Cole finally went after his belt, tugging at it until it loosened up, then broke the kiss off, leaned back enough to look at him and slid a hand inside his jeans.
Oh, damn. That was fine. He blinked at Cole. “Come to bed?”
Cole nodded, then took his hand and pulled him toward the bed. “It’s huge, right? We should be very comfortable.”
“Yes. Very comfortable. Very naked.” All the good things.
“Naked. Mhm.” Cole kicked off his sneakers and opened his jeans.
Bodie couldn’t help but look. It was instinctive to check out the heavy swelling in his shorts.
Cole stripped those off too, giving him an even better view. Cole’s cock was thick and dark and seemed to reach toward him as Cole took a step in his direction.
“Your turn, cowboy.”
“Uh-huh.” He reached out, though, and took hold of that pretty cock, stroking once, base to tip.
“Jesus. Your hands…” Cole caught his nape again and kissed him, tongue pushing past his lips.
He opened up to the kiss, his fingers tightening on that pretty prick. Oh, this was fun as hell.
Cole groaned into the kiss and the other hand pushed into his jeans, and under his briefs, searching and finding his own prick. His eyes crossed, and he’d be damned if his hips rolled like he was begging for it.
Oh, it had been too damn long.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Cole broke off the kiss, and dropped to one knee, tugged his jeans down and shoved him. With his feet still in his jeans he had no choice but to land awkwardly on the bed.
“Oh, hell yes. C’mere. I want to touch you too.” He was equal opportunity.
Sixty-nine was his favorite number.
“Let me get these stupid boots off. I swear. Cowboys and these fucking boots.” Cole tugged one off and then the other, making a little bit of a show of frustration before pulling everything else he was wearing off too.
They managed to get all naked, and then he dragged Cole back onto his lap, rubbing their bellies together.
“This is the kind of body you can’t get at the gym.” Cole slid hot hands over his chest and shoulders.
He chuckled softly, because it was. His personal trainer kicked his ass—whether in the gym or his hotel room—but he didn’t have to bring that up now.
Cole caught his cock again, stroking firmly but slowly, handling it like he’d done this once or twice before. He balanced them on one hand and grabbed Cole’s cock as well, matching the man’s steady rhythm. He could get into this.
Cole shook his head and pushed at his shoulder. “Lie down.” Cole’s voice was deep. “We can do better than a jack-off party.”
“I do like a man with a plan.” Although he was not opposed to a jerk-off session.
“It’s not a plan as such, just a selfish need to taste this pretty cock of yours.” Cole pushed him flat, turned around, and straddled his shoulders instead of his hips. “If you’re game.”
“Oh, man. I’m all in.” He grabbed a hold and licked, dragging his tongue along Cole’s slit, learning that sweet taste.
Cole made this wild sound, then returned the favor, licking him from root to head before wrapping his lips around the tip and sucking gently.
Jesus, this was the best possible mind fuck. Feeling so good and sucking and bobbing his head and rolling his hips.
“Mmm.” Cole teased his slit and cupped his balls in one hand, clearly enjoying himself.
He groaned softly, knowing that Cole would feel the vibrations, would know how much Bodie wanted this.
Cole’s hips rocked, and he got a groan in return before Cole was swallowing around him and sliding one finger from his balls back to glide over his ass.
He spread a little wider, his eyes crossing as he sucked, just a little harder.
Cole pulled up for a second. “Fuck. Sorry. I had to tell you how fucking hot you are and how you fucking make me ache.” Cole was a little breathless and didn’t wait for an answer before taking Bodie’s cock back into that hot mouth and letting him slide all the way to the back of Cole’s throat.
His eyes rolled back in his head, and he bit back a cry. Fuck, that was just about the hottest thing ever.
After that, Cole didn’t let up, sucking and swallowing, fingers circling his hole and sliding between it and his balls. That touch made his toes curl, so he tapped on Cole’s hole in response.
Nice and firm.
Cole’s cry sounded strangled around his cock, and Cole pulled back again, raking in a breath. “Damn,” Cole whispered, stroking him hard.
He pressed hard with his thumb, not quite breaching the tight hole, and he deep-throated Cole, swallowing hard around his cock head.
“Bodie…” Cole’s hand faltered around him, losing its rhythm, and that thick cock jerked and leaked in his mouth. “Oh, fuck.”
“Mmhmm…” Oh, hell yes. He had this, and it was so friggin’ good.
Cole shivered and flushed, breaking out in a sweat. Even that pretty ass went pink. “Gonna… fuck, I’m gonna shoot.”
He grabbed Cole’s ass and pulled, hard, letting Cole know to come on. Give it up.
“Fuck! Fuck… yes!” Cole arched and grunted as he came, cock pumping and filling his mouth with spunk. “Bodie…”
He swallowed and swallowed, taking Cole in and cleaning his cock.
Cole rocked and sighed, then took a big breath. “Your turn, cowboy.”
“Mmhmm. Like how you taste, stud. You make me dizzy.”
“You’re not dizzy enough yet.” Cole stroked him a couple of times, then wrapped hungry lips around him and swallowed him deep again.
“Fuck!” He clapped his hand over his mouth, the sound shockingly loud.
“Mhmhm.” Cole hummed, or laughed, or something—something that rippled up his length, then Cole swallowed again.
His toes curled, and he humped up, even as he sucked up a mark on Cole’s inner thigh.
That got him another long groan that vibrated around him. Cole circled his hole again, giving him a little pressure to feel.
That was all he needed, and he gave a low cry as he shot his load, his bones rattling.
“Mmm.” Cole hummed, then swallowed and took his time gentling him back down. “Yeah.”
“Whoa, buddy. That rocked my world.” He felt tipsy, and that was just fine with him. Natural highs were the best.
Cole groaned as he shifted and stretched out along his side. “Mhm. Yes. That.”
So, they didn’t have that horrifying ‘oh my God what did we do’ moment. That was cool.
Just the opposite, in fact. Cole was a bit of a snuggler and leaned right into him, chuckling. “I guess you’re feeling better.”
“Me? Mmhmm. I feel amazing. Like I’m floating.”
“I like that. Floating. That’s about right.” Cole kissed his shoulder. “You’re like a hot magnet. I just can’t get close enough.”
He chuckled and told himself he was not going to doze off. No way.
Cole didn’t seem like he was even sleepy.
“We should get burgers. I want fries.” Cole’s fingers slid over his chest, exploring, drawing little circles.
“Oh, that sounds good. I’ll order me a triple bacon cheeseburger in a lettuce wrap.” He could murder that.
“Damn, you know your burgers.” Cole rolled away and stretched out on his belly to reach the hotel phone by the bed. “Anything else?”
“Mmm… Nope. That’s enough. Big protein bombs r us.” Bodie waggled his eyebrows at Cole.
“Got it.” Cole waggled his butt back, then ordered room service. Two triple bacon burgers, only Cole’s was on a bun, and a large order of fries.
He did love a man who could eat. It was incredibly satisfying.
“Okay.” Cole hung up and crawled back over to him. “You can nap, if that’s your thing. I don’t mind.”
“The urge has passed. I think I’ll float in the afterglow and see what post-lovemaking Cole is like.”
“Hm. Well, I’m kind of basking in the part of you that isn’t a bull riding champ.”
“Mmm… You mean the part that reads hardcore sci-fi and craves bacon?”
Cole chuckled and kissed his chest. “And gives incredible head? Yeah, that part.”
“Oh, that’s an amazing part, for sure.” He snorted, reaching down to cup Cole’s balls.
“They’re very tired.” But Cole sighed and seemed to like the touch anyway.
“I’ll be super gentle. Promise.” He was careful, for sure.
“It’s nice.” Cole’s thumb circled his nipple, giving him chicken skin.
“Mm-mmhmm!” Oh, that was something else. “Giving me goosebumps.”
“Sorry.” Cole grinned against his shoulder and didn’t sound sorry at all. “I’ll be nice.”
Bodie started laughing, happier than he’d remembered being in bed in a long time.
The knock on the door startled them both, and Cole sat up. “Uh… robe?”
“Back of the bathroom door?” He stood up, covering his privates with a pillow.
“Got it. Get back in bed, cowboy.” Cole jogged his naked butt across the room and pulled on the robe, then opened the hotel room door. “I smell bacon!”
“Hooray bacon!” He cracked himself up, hiding in the bathroom. This was still Dallas after all.
The door closed, and Cole wheeled the little tray table with their food on it into the room himself. “Shit. I was having so much fun, I didn’t even think—probably should have let you get the door, huh? Sorry.”
“Don’t be. You have a right to be here. I just didn’t want us both to be naked.” He wasn’t worried. They bunked together a bunch.
Cole wandered over to the bathroom and took his hand. “Well, we both are, and we have bacon burgers.”
“Magic. We have protein, skin, a huge TV, and pay-per-view.” It was the beginning of a perfect night.