Aubrey
Iraced into my cottage leaving Hoyt strolling up the walk.
After flicking the lights on I spied Ruggerio sleeping in the corner on his new cat bed.
He’d just had his nugget surgery yesterday so he was recuperating inside.
He seemed okay with the confinement so far but I was sure that would change once he was back to one hundred percent.
I hoped not though. He opened one eye, saw it was me, and then went back to sleep.
Obviously he was miffed at me for removing his tallywags. Which was understandable.
Once I saw that he was fine I peeked outside to see Roberto sleeping inside the shed, his big gold form settled on the windowsill. He was more than likely lonely. I’d take care of that tomorrow. At least he was inside for the night.
The door behind me opened. I spun to see Hoyt fill the doorway with those wide shoulders of his. Because Gee-Gee had raised me to be a proper mistress of the household I did the following:
Removed Hoyt’s coat and hung it up.
Removed Hoyt’s journal from his hand and placed it on a side table by the door.
Removed Hoyt’s shirt, belt, and boots.
Then, because I was a hostess with the mostest, I led him to the bedroom.
“I’d like to kiss on you,” I whispered as he tumbled to the bed with a tiny hoot. “Careful. Watch your shoulder. The doctor said that returning to strenuous activity too soon can reinjure your clavicle.”
“You plan on riding me so hard that you snap a bone?” I stuck my tongue out. He chuckled. “Stop fretting. I can handle whatever you dish out.”
“Still, you just started rehab and even they said to not push too hard.”
“Aubrey, baby, you worry too much. Come to me, darling.” He patted his thighs. Thick, strong thighs from gripping bulls all those years. My dick liked the idea of sitting on those thighs. “If you’re comfortable you could take off that suit jacket, tie, and shirt.”
I adored how he was so into consent. Asking and not telling was a big turn-on for me. Something my moronic ex had never been able to grasp. Probably Hank just never cared what I desired. All that mattered was him getting off.
“I’m comfortable.” I began untying my tie.
Then I whipped it over my head like a lasso while yee-hawing.
That amused the big man spread out over my bed.
Lordy, he looked fine there, chest bare, cock pressing a firm line of hard flesh behind his zipper.
I peeled off my jacket, folded it, and placed it on the foot of the bed. Then I did the same with my shirt.
“Time sure does drag when you’re waiting to see a work of art,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. I felt alive in ways I hadn’t for ages. The success of the poetry read followed by this moment with this man had me humming with the joy of life.
“I’m far from a work of art,” I replied as the last button came free on my dress shirt.
“To me you’re a fine, pale marble carving by Michelangelo.”
That made me blush hotly while melting like a stick of butter. Kneeling on the edge of the bed I made my way up over him, crawling like a cat, low and slinky, until my lips brushed his.
“Kiss me, Aubrey,” he whispered.
So I did as asked. A good hostess always pleases her guest. I licked into his mouth, picking up the subtle taste of the red wine he had enjoyed as he’d cleaned up after the reading.
His hands came to rest on my hips, no pulling or yanking, just there.
The kiss grew hotter, more frenzied, and I found that I needed more.
Wanted more. With a little sigh I kissed the corner of his mouth, then his jaw, and then down his neck to the scar.
I touched it with a flutter of a kiss. A barely-there peck.
He groaned low and long, his big hands moving tenderly up as I made my way down. “God above you are driving me wild.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked as I tasted a tight nipple.
“Hell no, baby,” he panted, a wobbly smile appearing then fading when I flicked his nipple with my tongue. “Damn, I like that. I like everything you’re doing.”
“Me too,” I breathed out, fanning his nipple with warm air before licking a hot path down the dark treasure trail leading to his prick. He slid a hand under my jaw to gently lift my gaze to his.
“You don’t have to do that,” he said, gruff and winded from my attention.
“I want to do it.” I turned my face into his hand, his palm was warm and rough, so I kissed his life line a few times as I stared into smoldering brown eyes. “I want to.”
“Okay, yeah, okay.” He let his head drop to the pillow as I reached for his fly.
The rigid cock behind it made pulling it down tricky.
I did not want to kill the mood by catching his dick in the zipper.
That was not fun. Do not recommend. He pulled in a hot breath when his fly opened and his cock peeked at me from the top of his briefs.
Hungry for dick like I had never been before I lapped at the rounded head, tasting a salty delicacy that made my mouth water.
“Shit…okay…Aubrey.” I glanced up to see him now bolstered on his elbows, his sight locked on me. “Your lips on my cock…shit.”
“You taste divine,” I whispered before pulling down the waistband that caged him. His cock fell into my hand, thick and veiny, slick with precum. I did love sucking cock. To be honest sucking cock ranked right up there with anal in my book. “I love how fat your prick is, a handful of Knox meat.”
He snorted in amusement. I took him down my throat. Way for overcoming a gag reflex. A moan rolled out of him as his hips stuttered. He pressed his ass down into the mattress, his hands mauling the bedding, as I did my best to please him. Within moments he was huffing, his cock oozing steadily.
“Okay…shit…stop I’m close.” With a shaky hand he eased me off his prick, a thread of spittle from my lower lip linked me to his shiny cockhead. “Lord, oh lord, you sexy thing.”
“Never been called that before,” I confessed then allowed him to ease me up over him to straddle his crotch. He swiped at the spit on my chin with his finger then licked it off. My cock pulsed. I may have whimpered.
“Then you must have been sleeping with blind men. Can I take your glasses off? Do you feel secure without them?” He rubbed my bare arms.
I nodded softly, lolling about like a calf in a clover field at the gentleness this big man was showering me with. “Yes, I feel safe here with you.”
He smiled before easing my glasses off. Then in a bold move he freed my hair, carding his fingers into it to fluff it. I closed my eyes when he began massaging my scalp. Settling back and down I snaked a hand to my fly.
“You okay?” His question was breathy. His touch heavenly.
“No. I need my cock out.”
That made him snicker. I sat back slightly, tugged my zipper down, and reached in to pull out my dick.
“That’s a pretty cock,” he said as his hands fell from my hair, fingertips like sandpaper skimming over my chest where he gave my nipples a little rub. My back arched. “You like that?”
“Love it. Love it. Oh, Hoyt, I need more.”
“I got you, sugar, no worries, I got you.”
I wasn’t worried. Not even a little. His large hand grasped both of our cocks.
I rocked my hips as I lowered my mouth to his.
His tongue tangled with mine. With short, jerky motions we both began thrusting, rubbing cock against cock.
When things got dry he held up his hand.
I licked his palm like a dog trying to lap bacon grease off a plate.
After that it was a wild, manic race to our orgasm.
Who came first I didn’t know. Hot cum coated both of our dicks as we spasmed, grunts and pants and the creak of my bed filling the air.
I fell over him, kissing him with a breathless urgency as my balls emptied.
He placed a hand on my ass to slow my wild pumping, his lips moving over my face.
Eyes, nose, chin, cheeks. Soft little kisses fell to my jaw, my shoulder, and then he returned to my puffy lips.
“Mercy, oh my…” I felt light as a cloud.
If not for Hoyt’s hand on my butt I might’ve floated to the ceiling.
There I would bounce about. A mylar Aubrey with a now withered string.
I giggle/snorted against his lips. He drew back into the pillow with brows raised.
“Sorry I just…I had a thought that I was a balloon.”
“A balloon?”
“Yes, an Aubrey balloon bumbling about up there.” I waved a limp hand skyward. “Lying with you makes me feel so airy. Calm, cared-for, coddled.”
“Good. I want you to feel that way. I want to coddle and care for you. You’re so extra special to me. I like you so damn much, Aubrey.”
“Hoyt, oh my stars,” I pressed a kiss to his chin, loving the rasp of whiskers on my already sensitive lips. “I like you so much as well.” He purred like Ruggerio when he got salmon cat treats. “Let’s clean up and cuddle.”
“Yeah, yeah, I want that.”
We finished undressing after a fast cleanup with baby wipes.
The night was young but I had no place I would rather be than in bed with him so we returned to my bed after skipping to the kitchen to dive into the slow-cooked spinach and parmesan meatballs.
Sated, sleepy, and so very in like. Deep like.
The kind of like that is one hop, skip, and a jump to the L-word I was so leery of.
Funny thing, as I curled into his side, thinking about the L-word with Hoyt wasn’t as terrifying as it once was.
Not that I planned to propose or anything right away but he was safe.
Kind, tender, sweet. And he cared about me and my needs, my wants, my happiness. My ex had only cared about himself.
“What classic cowboy poems should everyone know?” I asked after an hour of petting, kissing, and stroking that led to a case of the giggles for me when he ran a finger down my spine. Now we were tangled up like fishing line on a windy day. It was perfect.