Aubrey #3
“I know.” I reached up to stroke his cheek, catching the lone tear that escaped. “I want you to be happy. Always. So no more tears unless they’re tears of unfettered happiness. Those are allowed and encouraged!”
“God you’re amazing.” He lowered his head to kiss me.
My fingers carded into his hair, sealing our mouths, my body humming now.
His kisses were heady things. His mouth tasted of the late meal we’d shared with Ken at his ranch.
Simple fare. Steak, potatoes, a salad with sharp blue cheese dressing, and cold beer.
Hoyt carried the flavor of beer with him, a taste I enjoyed as long as it was on his lips.
Our tongues tangled. He dropped to his side, moving me with him, to free me from the rest of my clothes.
I hurried to do the same for him, shucking his jeans to the floor.
“Can I suck your dick? Are you cool with that?”
“Mmhmm, very cool.” I rolled to my back, eager to feel his mouth on me.
He was even more impatient than me it seemed for he licked a hot, wet path down my chest to fall on my prick as if he were a starving man.
My hips bucked off the bed. His tongue circled my cockhead as his hands pressed my legs wider apart to make room for his wide shoulders. “Oh that is divine!”
“You’re divine. Your taste is heavenly. I want to worship you tonight.”
“Such a way with words.” I sighed as I gave myself over to him.
He sucked my dick hard then soft, nuzzled my thighs with his rough, bearded cheeks, then drew my balls into his mouth.
My gibbering was incomprehensible. Perhaps I was speaking in tongues.
I slid my legs over his shoulders, always mindful of the left one even though he was now wholly healed. Rehab would stop in two weeks then…
No. Not tonight. I was not letting a dark future ruin this moment.
Pushing that fear aside, I writhed about as he stroked my belly, sucked my balls, and swallowed my cock so deeply down his throat I feared he’d suffocate.
He didn’t. He came up, gasping for breath, my wet cockhead resting on his lower lip, dark eyes smoldering.
“Come in my mouth?” he asked.
Winded and unable to form sentences I nodded, arching up from the bed to feed him my dick. His pink lips stretched around my prick. He began taking me apart with a fervor only a zealot usually possessed. My balls drew up quickly, the white hot flame at the base of my spine igniting then detonating.
“Hoyt…coming…coming!”
He hummed around my cock. The first pulse of cum hit the back of his throat.
He moaned deeply, swallowing rapidly, the bed slapping the wall as he fucked his cock into the mattress seeking his own climax.
I yelped, clawed at the bedding, and emptied myself over his tongue time and again.
He sucked and sucked until it was too much.
With a whimper I tugged at his hair, easing him off my prick and up so I could shove my tongue into his mouth.
I tasted myself. He tumbled to his back, taking me with him.
Laughing softly, I straddled his hips, his flaccid cock pressed to my hole. His pubes were matted and wet.
“Housekeeping will not like us,” I said, bracing myself on my arms then licking into his mouth again.
He patted my ass cheeks, giving them a squeeze right as someone pounded on the wall behind the headboard. We both jumped before Hoyt reached up to thump back three times.
“Little brothers are assholes,” he said but wore a crooked smile.
“Oh heck, did he hear us?”
“You. He heard you. My mouth was full of your delicious cock.”
I buried my face in his hairy chest, face flaming. He smelled good. The subtle lingering smell of soap and Hoyt.
“I will never be able to look him in the face again.” I snuggled in closer, his arm coming up with the blanket to cover my bare ass. “I’m walking home tomorrow.”
“Nope. You’ll get blisters on your little feet. You can ride in the back with Adobe.”
“Okay, that’s a good idea. He and I need to become friends.”
“Yeah, you do. I want to teach you how to ride. The ranch is gorgeous in the summer. And spring too, winter is brutal but beautiful.”
“I’m more a ‘stay-inside-with-a-hot-toddy-and-a-good-book-when-it’s-cold’ kind of man,” I confessed, letting my cheek come to rest on his beefy bicep.
“I sort of assumed that about you.” He dropped a kiss to my knotted hair. “So we’ll ride out on nice days only.”
“Mm, that sounds nice. I like Adobe. He’s sweet, and patient, and has a lovely white patch on his face.”
“Blaze. That mark is called a blaze.”
“Oh, of course. I have lots to learn about cows and horses. Cattle. Cattle and horses.”
“I’ll teach you all you need to know.”
I sighed a happy sound outwardly but inwardly I wondered how that would ever come to be when he was leaving soon.
Nope. Nope. No sad thoughts. Not tonight.
I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep as he slumbered away under me.
As a famous Southern belle once exclaimed “I’ll think on that tomorrow” or something to that effect.
Maybe not even tomorrow. Maybe not until he and his horse rode out of Chance one last time. Then I would have to think on it…