23. DEAN
Chapter twenty-three
DEAN
IT’S OKAY TO TRY SOMETHING NEW
It’s like we’ve switched places, and Preston is fumbling his words, totally nervous and unsure, and I’ve found a confidence I thought would never show in his presence. But it’s there, and it’s taking control of the fucking incredible situation I’ve found myself in. Nowhere in a million years did I think that this would be my reality, even after the barn blowjob. I couldn’t wrap my head around this, us being anything. But it is. We are. Preston is in my bed, his naked warm body pressed against mine, his long hard cock wedged beside my own and grinding against me, edging me closer and closer.
“Do you have any…you know…things?” he asks like a teenager unable to actually say the words.
“Condoms and lube are in the drawer. What you got in mind, cause I’m up for just about anything,” I say, thankful my words are coming out the way they sound in my head for a change. His sheepish smile tells me he’s thinking of plenty. Which is good, cause my mind is racing with the thought of all the things I’d like to do to him, too.
“I want to ride you,” he says, and my cock damn near bursts at just the sound of it.
“Fuck, yeah,” I say, and he climbs off the bed and rips open the drawer so fast it flies all the way out spilling everything onto the floor.
“Shit, sorry,” he says, trying to gather everything up.
“Just grab what we need, the rest can wait for later.”
He tosses up a condom and I rip it open, rolling it down my hard cock as I watch him sit against the back post of the bed, knees up and out. He squeezes lube onto his fingers and then starts spreading it around the outside of his hole.
“Fuck, you look sexy doing that,” I say, and he looks up at me through thick lashes and swirls his fingers around again.
“Do you want help?” I ask, and he nods and climbs off the bed and walks to the side, then kneels beside me, his hard cock perfectly positioned in front of my face. I lean forward and slowly tongue his slit, his salty precome making my mouth water.
“Oh yeah, that’s good,” he moans.
I grip his base in one hand and do it again, this time ending with my lips wrapped around his crown, swirling my tongue and sucking his taste into my mouth.
He reaches for my other hand, covering my fingers in lube, and then guides it between his legs. I tease his hole with the pads of my fingers as my tongue slides over his cock. He’s gripping the bedpost in one hand, his other still holds mine, encouraging my fingers to push harder, to enter him, his hips lower a little and I let him guide my middle finger inside as I swallow his cock all the way down to the back of my throat.
“Holy hell,” he breathes, his ass clenching around my finger. I slide it out and back in again, working it in and out until he’s open enough for me to add another finger, all the while sucking his cock, tonguing the glands around his crown, and making him groan and grip the bedpost tighter.
I stretch my fingers open inside him, with his hips lifting and falling as he helps to prep him, to make him ready for me. My cock is hard and pulsing, my balls aching, wanting him more.
“I’m ready,” he says, moving away, lifting from my fingers before he stands over me.
I grab the lube and coat the condom well, then hold the base of it as he lowers himself down. His ass tightly grips around my cockhead, stretching open slowly as his heat surrounds me inch by inch. He’s holding my stare the entire time, our breaths moving in unison, until he bottoms out. His eyes roll back a little, and he lets out a soft whine as I run my palms over his thighs and around his hips. Without words, just the sounds of our breaths, heavy and eager, he presses a hand against my chest and starts grinding, rolling his ass in circles. He leans forward more, swiping my nipple with his tongue and lifting off me a little, the cool air igniting nerves at the base of my cock before he drops down again and the cold is replaced by the perfect heat of him.
I’m trying to be quiet; the windows are open, and the breeze can carry more than the scents of the ranch. It carries voices pretty darn well, too, but the more he moves up and down over my cock, the more I want to moan loudly with every thrust. I fist the pillow behind my head, and he smirks up at me, then reaches for one of my hands and moves it down to his hip before doing the same with the other.
“How about you show me how you want to fuck me?” he asks leaning down to lick my nipple again. Before he can swipe it with his outstretched tongue, I duck my head forward and suck his tongue into my mouth, kissing him as I heave myself up to sit.
He hums, deepening our kiss as his body shifts, rising up. My cock almost slips free, but my hands hold the sides of his waist helping as he clenches tighter around my crown and I groan into his mouth. His fingers dig tight into the back of my neck as his thighs sweep over my sides, and he maneuvers his legs to bracket around me. I lighten my hold just a little, and he seats himself again, sending a shudder through my whole body.
His hard cock is wedged between us, I slide my hands under his ass, squeeze his cheeks tight and lift. He breaks our kiss, sucking in a breath as his ass rises up, then I drop him down, and my cock thrusts deep inside him.
“That is,” Preston says in a deep husky voice. “So fucking good.”
His hands move to leverage off my shoulders as he rises up. Gazing at me with hunger through his thick black lashes, and then, as he seats himself, his head goes back as his body arches and he moans, “Deeeean.”
I nearly come right then, hearing my name come out of his mouth with such raw pleasure, and I bite my lip to distract myself. I focus on how the moonlight shines across his toned chest, making the hairs shimmer. He’s not as big as me, but every muscle is defined in light shadows, and I slide my right hand from his side, fingers sliding through the soft hair, over his chest as he arches his back deeper and rises and falls again.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I breath rolling my thumb over his hard nipple.
With his back arched like this, I can see his cock, leaking and wedged between us and it’s as perfect as I remember.
We work up a rhythm until he’s practically bouncing on me, his fingers tugging on my hair like the reins of a horse, pulling me to him. My chest burns, my legs ache but it’s all noise compared to the perfect feeling of being inside him.
He breaks our kiss, biting his lower lip as he arches his back again, one hand on my shoulder, fingers digging into my skin so hard it’s sure to leave a mark, the other gripping the back of my neck, and he throws his head back like he’s riding a bucking bull and lets out a moan that sends my body into a tailspin.
He rides me harder, faster, my thrusts become frantic, and he moves a hand to grip his cock and he pumps it fast. My balls are tight, throbbing, ready to burst and when his ass pulses tight around my cock and ropes of come explode between us, I come hard too, pulling him down on me in forceful thrusts, riding the high as he rides me all the way home.
His body slumps against mine, our chests heaving up and down, my throat desperate for a drink, but my heart content to just lie here forever.
“I’ll grab clean-up,” Preston says, lifting off me and disappearing into the bathroom, the red marks of my hands like tattoos on his ass.
“Here,” he says, pressing a warm wet washcloth to my stomach and sweeping slowly over my skin.
“Seems a shame to just wipe it all away,” I say, sliding my finger over a droplet and sucking it into my mouth. He pauses with the cloth, throwing me a cheeky smirk.
“I think you’re right,” he says, sliding the condom off with no regard for keeping its contents inside. It drips down over me, coating my cock and then he’s there, his mouth covering my softening shaft, slurping, and lapping up every drop of me.
“Keep that up and it won’t be long before I’m ready to go again,” I say, and he licks his lips.
“Is that a promise?”
“Most definitely.”
***
Nothing in the many dreams I’ve had of Preston Knight could compare to the reality of last night. I wake just as the sun’s warm glow can be seen above the mountain peaks. I give myself a quick wash with a washcloth, not wanting to tape the boot up for a full shower, and also not wanting to fully remove the scent of him just yet. The idea of wearing him like a cologne just for me is too good to pass up, especially seeing as he couldn’t stay the night.
I walk into the kitchen in a really fucking good mood. “You’re up earlier than I expected,” Nial says when he spots me. He shoves a breakfast muffin into his mouth and tosses me one from the open container in front of him. There are only two left, so it’s a good thing Sally-May called a few days ago to let us know she’ll be back at the end of the week.
“Suns up, so I’m up,” I say. It’s what Gramps said our whole lives. “No use sleeping away the day. If the sun’s up, we’re up.”
“I just thought you’d be too tired after—”
“I’m good,” I interject before he finishes his sentence. As brothers, we’re close, but I draw the line at sharing bedroom stories. Now I’m picturing moments from last night, and I can feel my face growing warmer.
“Looks that way,” he replies with a smirk.
“Anyway, how many births do we have left?”
“Ten, I think, and Miss Milky. So eleven. They should all go this week. It’s been a great season.”
“The new app is still right on with dates?”
“Yep,” he says, spinning the tablet around and showing me the table. It lists every cow we have in the herd by number and name, and he swipes up, scrolling through the list, and I see there are a bunch of green lines shaded, indicating good births. I spot the orange highlighted rows and Brutus’s name in the column of all listed as the bull.
“I guess we should discuss who we are trading in for Brutus? His success rate has been going down each year, and the calves he has fathered are getting bigger. I don’t think we should wait until we’re pulling every one of his, or we start losing calves.”
“I was thinking the same thing, but… I was also thinking we should try a new cross-breed.”
I sit down, careful not to bump my leg. It’s getting easier to shuffle around the house without the walking stick, and as long as I don’t do anything to make it worse. I reckon, I’ll be out of this thing early. But then if I am, that means my days helping Preston at the clinic are over, too. Maybe I will do the full six weeks?
“Is that a good idea?” I ask. Brutus was a good producer. We’ve got two of his bull calves out in their own pastures we kept for this exact reason. I’d like to keep all the cattle born on Beaker Brothers, but even I know that isn’t practical, so we only keep the calves we need, and sell or trade the extras to neighboring farms.
“We’ve got a good enough sized herd that we’re thirty percent over our goal of milk production, so it’s probably the best time to experiment.”
“Why spoil a good thing, then?”
“Because we’re more than a dairy farm, we’re a ranch with a whole host of animals that people come to see.”
“Okay, now I’m thinking the new cross-breeding suggestion you’re proposing isn’t something I would be expecting.”
“You’d be thinking right. I was in the cuddle cove looking at the mini-Highlands, and thought maybe it was time we got a full-sized one?”
“Oh, umm, okay.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I mean, why not? They’re good milk producers. Maybe not as good in quantity but they’re known for a creamier yield, and would be great to add to the cuddle cove, Connor will love it.”
He stares at me, a frown on his forehead like I just spoke some foreign language. “What?” I ask.
“You’re just going to say yes without me having to convince you that I did all the numbers and cleared it with Gramps, and jump through a bazillion hoops, proving it’s a good idea?”
“I’m assuming if you’re asking, you did any checking you needed to. If you want a full-grown Highland, we can get a full-grown Highland. But don’t let Skye name it.”
“Ha, no. I’m naming this one.”
I roll my eyes. “Okay, what is it going to be?”
“King,” he replies with a little bob of his head showing he at least thinks it’s a really good name.
I don’t hate it. After a while, you start running out of names, so just thinking up a name we haven’t used before is all I can really ask. The guys however like having names that match each animal’s personalities. Imagine if people were named like that. Like, what if we grew up with a placeholder, and then as our personalities evolved our names were chosen to fit? Nial would be more like a Gizmo, that gremlin thing that looks all cute and cuddly but is a firecracker on the inside. Preston actually fits his name, his last name anyway. Knight. He’s always out there saving animals like he’s their knight in shining armor.
“King’s a good name. Make it happen. I trust you,” I say, pushing up and shuffling to the door to head over to the clinic to help Preston. Soon I’ll be back here every day, so I have to take advantage of my injury while I can.
“You should get laid more often,” Nial calls after me, and I grab my hat, catching my smile in the hall mirror as I set it in place.
“I couldn’t agree with you more.”