Page 46 of Hotshot

“You’re doing so good.”

“What turns you on?”

“This—you on your knees,” he replied huskily. “The way you’re looking at me. Do whatever you want, Den. You’re running the show here. We stop when you say.”

I stroked him lazily. “Okay.”

“Try this.” He squeezed precum onto his thumb and held it up like an offering. “For you.”

This wasn’t new, but it was so damn good, and I fucking yearned to taste him.

“Mmm.”

“You like it, don’t you? Lick it all. Go on. That’s right. Now, lick it off my cock,” Hank urged. I flattened my tongue over his pole and hummed with pleasure. My dick pulsed against my zipper. He was still talking. “Again. That’s it. Suck the tip. Oh, yeah. Take a little more, touch my balls. Damn, you’re a fucking natural. Such a good cocksucker. Next, you’ll be wondering how this bad boy is going to fit in your ass.”

Every dirty command, every nasty compliment egged me on. I opened my mouth wider and sucked with gusto.

Was I great? No. Probably not. I gagged more than once and I was a little sloppy, but Hank didn’t seem to care. He moaned encouragement, occasionally reminding me to mind my teeth, suck harder, use my hand.

I was so hard, I was in danger of passing out. Sitting on my heels, I released him with a pop to free my aching erection.

“I’m gonna fuck you,” I growled, twirling my tongue around his crown as I jacked myself.

“Mm, and I’m going to love it,” he purred. “Suck your fingers for me. You’re going to need to practice stretching me open. Or have you already done that?”

I bit my bottom lip. “You want me to put my finger in your…”

“Ass,” he finished, kicking his jeans to pool at his feet. “If that’s where we’re heading, you’ll need to know what to do. For educational purposes.”

“So, you want me to suck your cock and stick my finger?—”

“No, you don’t stick it. You massage your way in. Carefully,” he added. “Ideally, you’d use lube. Lots of saliva will do for now. Show me what you got, Hotshot.”

I smacked his ass cheek and glared up at him. Slicking my fingers with saliva, I lifted his balls and trailed a digit along his crease. “Like this?”

“More.” He shrugged his jacket off, laid it over the bale of hay, and kicked off his boots and his jeans. My mouth went dry when he sat on the haystack, opening his legs wide for me.

“Holy fuck,” I choked out.

The view was incredible. I tried again, sliding my thumb over his hole, massaging his pucker. He tapped his erection against my cheek in a not-so-subtle request for me to get back to work, so I did, licking his crown as I slipped a digit inside him. Hank groaned his approval and before I knew it, I was a multitaskingmotherfucker, sucking cock and fingering my lover’s ass while jacking my throbbing dick like a pro.

Honestly, I didn’t recognize myself. Sure, I loved sex, and I liked to think I was good at it, but I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been blown away. If I had any lingering questions about my bisexuality, they’d been answered. I was bi and sucking cock was my new favorite thing.

Needless to say, I didn’t last long. Hank’s hands in my hair and his whispered commands of the “You got this, you’re doing so good, such a good cocksucker” variety were all it took to shove me over the edge.

I came like a freight train, shooting over my fist, on his leg, and all over the haystack too. He pushed my head away and finished himself off…with my finger in his ass.

I couldn’t hear above the rush of blood pounding in my ears, and I definitely couldn’t speak.

But I’d never felt better.

Maybe it wasn’t fate, but I couldn’t help thinking this felt right. Who knew? Maybe the cowboy was my good luck charm after all.

8

HANK

“He was here? In the stable?”