Page 26 of Saddles and Snowstorms (Sagebrush Cowboys #4)
As soon as he was on his stomach, I ran my hands up and down his back, massaging him to work some of the tension out.
“Just relax,” I repeated again and again, working my way lower until both my hands were on his ass.
The moment my thumb ran between his cheeks, he let out a soft groan of pleasure. So far, so good.
Leaning down, I pressed a few kisses to his back, then his waist, then worked my mouth toward his ass. Placing my hands on either side of his ass, I spread him wide.
“What are you?—”
But his words were cut off as I licked a hot stripe over his hole, replaced instead with a deep guttural moan. All at once his entire body relaxed into the bed.
“Fuck…” he muttered into the pillow.
I continued to work him with my tongue, loving the way his muscles relaxed beneath me. His moans grew more desperate as I pushed past the tight ring of muscle, alternating between firm pressure and gentle swirling motions. His hips began to move against the mattress, seeking friction.
“Easy there,” I murmured against his skin. “Don’t want you hurting your ankle.”
“Don’t care about my damn ankle right now,” he growled, but he stilled his movements.
I reached for the drawer where I’d stashed the lube the night before, coating my fingers generously. When I pressed the first finger against his entrance, Brooks tensed momentarily before forcing himself to relax.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, slowly working the digit inside. “Just breathe.”
The tight heat around my finger made my own cock throb with anticipation, but I focused entirely on Brooks’s pleasure. His breathing was ragged, his hands fisting in the sheets.
“How’s it feel?” I asked, carefully moving my finger in and out.
“Strange,” he admitted, voice strained. “But... not bad.”
I leaned down to press kisses along his spine as I continued to slowly work him open. When I felt him relaxing around me, I carefully added a second finger, watching for any signs of discomfort.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his back arching slightly.
“Too much?” I paused, concerned.
“No,” he groaned. “Don’t stop.”
I continued the slow stretch, working my fingers gently forward and back while searching for that spot I knew would make him see stars. When my fingertips brushed against it, Brooks jolted, a strangled cry escaping his lips.
“What the hell was that?” he gasped, looking back at me with wide eyes.
I couldn’t help but grin. “That, cowboy, is your prostate. And I’m just getting started.”
I focused my attention on that spot, massaging it with deliberate pressure while adding a third finger. Brooks was practically writhing beneath me now, his cock leaking onto the sheets.
“Please,” he moaned, his voice rougher than I’d ever heard it. “I need... I need...”
“What do you need, Brooks?” I asked, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “Tell me.”
“You,” he said simply. “Your cock. I need you… to fuck me.”
I smiled wide. “Turn over.”
I helped Brooks roll onto his back, careful of his injured ankle, and positioned a pillow beneath his hips. His face was flushed, his pupils blown wide with desire as he looked up at me. There was vulnerability there, but trust too—so much trust it made my chest ache.
“I want to see you,” I explained, my voice husky. “I want to watch you take all of me.”
He swallowed hard, clearly overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment. This wasn’t just sex anymore. This was Brooks Callahan—solitary, guarded Brooks—opening himself up to me in every way possible.
“You sure you’re ready for this?” I asked, hovering over him, one hand braced beside his head.
Instead of answering, he reached up and pulled me down into a fierce kiss, his tongue pushing into my mouth with newfound confidence. When he finally released me, we were both breathless.
“I’m sure,” he said firmly. “Now get on with it before I change my mind.”
I chuckled as I reached for the lube. “Always so romantic.”
The corner of his mouth twitched. “You want poetry, go read a book.”
Despite his gruff words, there was a softness in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. I slicked myself up generously with lube, positioned myself at his entrance, and pressed forward with exquisite slowness.
Brooks’s breath hitched, his hands flying to grip my forearms. His fingers dug into my skin as I breached him, the tight heat almost overwhelming.
“You okay?” I whispered, pausing to let him adjust.
He nodded tightly, jaw clenched. “Don’t stop,” he managed. “Just... go slow. Fuck…”
I continued the gentle push forward, watching his face for any sign of discomfort. When I was buried to the hilt inside him, I stilled, giving him time to adjust to the fullness. His chest rose and fell rapidly, a sheen of sweat covering his brow.
“Jesus,” he breathed, his eyes wide with wonder. “You’re inside me. You’re really inside me.”
I couldn’t help but smile at the awe in his voice. “Yeah, I am. How’s it feel?”
“Full,” he said immediately. Then, after a moment: “Good. Really fuckin’ good.”
I leaned down to kiss him softly, my heart swelling at the vulnerability he was showing me. When I pulled back, his eyes were dark with desire.
“Please,” he urged, his hands sliding down to grip my hips. “Please fuck me.”
I started with slow, shallow thrusts, watching as Brooks’s expression shifted from slight discomfort to curiosity to unmistakable pleasure. When I angled my hips to brush against his prostate, his whole body jerked, a string of curses falling from his lips.
“There,” he gasped, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Right there. Fuck…”
I maintained the angle, gradually increasing my pace as Brooks grew more comfortable. His cock lay hard and leaking against his stomach, pre-cum pooling on his abs. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking in time with my thrusts, and he nearly came off the bed.
“Fuck, Rowan,” he groaned, his head thrown back against the pillow. I couldn’t resist leaning down to taste the salt on his skin, sucking marks into his neck that he’d surely complain about later.
The room filled with the sounds of our pleasure—skin against skin, breathless moans, and whispered encouragements as I drove us both toward the edge. Brooks’s body was taut beneath me, his muscles clenching rhythmically around my cock as I hit that sweet spot inside him over and over.
“I’m close,” he warned, voice strained and desperate. “Fuck, I’m so close...”
“Me too,” I panted, increasing the pace of my hand on his cock. “Don’t hold back. I want to see you cum.”
His eyes locked with mine, wide and vulnerable and full of something I was afraid to name. He arched his back, moving his body in time with mine as I drove him to the edge of ecstasy.
When he came, it was with a shout of my name, his body tensing beneath me as he spilled hot and thick over my fist and his stomach.
The sight of him losing control, combined with the exquisite tightening around my cock, sent me hurtling over the edge after him.
I buried myself deep as my orgasm tore through me, my vision blurring at the edges.
For a long moment, we stayed frozen, connected in the most intimate way possible, our ragged breathing the only sound in the room. It was a at least a minute or two before I found words again, my head still swimming from the orgasm.
“I… I’m sorry, Brooks,” I said, still panting. “I didn’t ask if I could cum inside you.”
“Don’t apologize,” he replied, his fingers tightening as he pulled me closer. “That’s exactly what I wanted. What I… needed .”
My cock twitched inside him involuntarily. Fucking him was incredible. But breeding him like that… giving him what he craved most… that was hotter than anything I’d ever done in my life.
“Was it okay for your first time?” I asked, looking up at him with a grin on my face.
He opened one eye, furrowing his brows. “I don’t know,” he said at last. “I don’t have anything to compare it to.” Then he leaned back on the pillow, his fingers digging into my skin once more. “I guess we better do it again to see if it compares.”
I couldn’t help chuckling as I leaned forward to kiss him once more, driving my hips against his once more, my cock still lodged deep inside him.
“Don’t tease me.”
He kissed me back. “Who said I was teasing?”