“I’d like that. I think…” I slid my palms up over his arms, enjoying the play of hard muscle under tan skin. “I think I might be falling for you.”
A soft smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. “I think I already fell.”
“Then I better catch you,” I whispered, opening my arms. He lay over me, our mouths melding. We kissed forever it seemed, stroking and touching until the want was too great to be ignored any longer. With an expert touch, his slippery fingers worked me open, rubbing my prostate over and over until I was unable to speak coherently. “Hurry…hurry,” I pleaded when he sat back to roll the condom down over his engorged dick.
He dropped back over me, pinning my legs to my belly with his chest, the blunt head of his cock pressing into me. He slid in smoothly, one long sweet thrust that filled and stretched me. I grasped my knees, nails biting into flesh, then urged him to move.
“Fuck me, professor,” I huffed, my words rough as a gravel lane. “Hard.”
“Whatever you say, cowboy.” He pulled out then slammed back in. Over and over and over, his dick wringing cries of passion from me that bounced off the soft white walls of our hotel room. He sat back, sweat beaded on his upper lip, and placed his hands over mine. His gaze darted down to where we were joined. “I love seeing my cock moving in and out of you. Your ass is so tight…”
He rocked back and forth then slammed home, his head whipping back as he blew apart. His cock kicked and pulsed. Fuck but I so wanted to feel that hot rush of spunk flowing into me. With a grunt he reached for my dick, his fingers stroking the head. I howled in release, coating his hand as I clamped down around the fat cock inside me. Dots swam before me as I battled to catch my breath. Bishop continued milking me as he rode his own release.
“Fucking hell fire, Nate,” he panted, easing out once the tremors had subsided. He flopped to my left, pulling on my still quaking body, until he had me lying half on him. Our lips roamed over the other’s, tender pecks and soft brushes, our uneven breaths mingling. “I mean…wow, dude!”
I chuckled roughly, his arm coming across my lower back. “That was…pretty spectacular.”
“And then some.” His gaze met mine, and it was all there. Everything we’d just said and shared was right there.
“I do love you,” I confessed, the words sticky like honey from a comb and just as sweet.
He ran a finger along my jaw. “I love you too.” He used that finger to lead my mouth back to his time and again. “Quite a discovery we’ve made out there in the wilds of Wyoming.”
“That trike of yours or us?” I asked just to hear him say it once more.
“Oh, the trike for sure.” I gave his little pink nipple a flick. He twitched and sniggered. “Us of course, although that bone pile is a damn close sexy second.”
I could live with that. Gladly as a matter of fact. We’d just have to figure out exactly how we would live with this new love. But that worry was for later.