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Coke -- different colors, different fabrics. He hadn't seen
Coke wear them until today.
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"Oh, babe. You wore the green ones!" Dillon was a
little worried that they'd not make it out in the snow.
His bullfighter blushed, gave him a grin. "They're
real soft. I like them best."
"I like the way they look." He liked the way they felt,
too, when he reached out and touched them.
Coke's eyes crossed and that pretty cock jerked.
"Careful, now."
"Why? Unless you'd rather go tromp through the
snow..."
"I want to see you now. You promised."
"I did." Backing up a step, Dillon stripped down to
just the long underwear bottoms, wiggling a bit. He had
millions of people staring at him in a year. Millions. But
it was that look -- hot and happy, like he was the center
of the world -- that did it for him. He struck a pose.
"What do you think, babe?"
"I think that I am the luckiest fucker alive."
"Oh." He kinda flung himself at Coke, hopping up for
an all-fours hug.
Those strong arms wrapped around him, squeezed
him tight.
"Love the way you feel." Luckily they were right by
the bed, so if Coke got tired... Which he rarely did.
"Good." Coke's hands were on his ass, fingers
squeezing and rubbing. "You got the prettiest ass in
rodeoing."
Which was high praise, honestly, given that he had
Sam Bell and Balta to compete with there. They both
had fine asses, though Dillon would never tell them.
Unless he was drunk. Which he'd done to Balta once. He
might have even felt up Balta's ass...
Okay, he was getting distracted.
Coke was waiting, so Dillon kissed him, just to say
thank you. Coke kissed him back, full force, tongue
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pushing between his lips like there was nothing else the
man wanted to do, ever. Thank God for that, because
Dillon could spend all his time just like this. With Coke.
"Cowboy..." Coke's lips left his, just for a second.
"Yours." Heart and soul and all other sorts of places.
Coke hummed softly, and he got that grin, that
wondering little smile that was his and his alone.
"So. Bed or snow?" He grinned back.
"I have to choose?"
"Which one you want first, yeah." They just needed
to do them consecutively, not concurrently.
"Well, I reckon the pups are still napping and I'm
more nekkid than not. So bed."
"Oh, that was what I was hoping for." Dillon let go,
knowing Coke would give him a good toss on the bed.
He landed smack in the middle, his bullfighter
looking him up and down.
Dillon hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his
long undies, peeling them down a bit. Just enough to
tease.
Coke's eyes fastened onto his belly like a laser, and
the man's lips parted. The fabric slid down another inch,
his cock making a tent there now. God, this was fun.
Coke stepped forward, tongue wetting the parted lips,
and a dark spot appeared on the green boxer briefs.
Dillon swallowed, letting his legs fall open, letting
his hands reach for Coke. Damn. Coke didn't say a
word, just came to him, lips slipping up along his cock.
"Coke!" Oh, hell. He was in trouble.
"Mmmhmm?" Fuck. That mouth was wrapping
around his cock, nice and careful. From this angle, he
could see the heavy, still-red scars on the back of Coke's
neck.
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Frowning, he stroked them a bit, hoping Coke wasn't
overdoing it. Sometimes he forgot because Coke was so
strong.
That mouth moved lower, tongue working the shaft
of his prick.
"Coke." He loved the feel of Coke's mouth on him, of
the heat and wetness of it.
"Mmmhmm." Coke couldn't move fast, but the
pressure was enough to make his toes curl.
His belly went tight, his balls drawing up. It was
good enough to make him moan. Coke's callused hand
found his sac, and the man cupped it in one palm, rolling
it firmly. Dillon's heels drummed the mattress, his body
arching up. Fuck, yes.
He felt Coke's approval in every inch of his cock.
"Please. Coke." He wasn't sure if he was begging for
more sucking, or for Coke to come up and kiss him.
Whatever.
Coke moaned softly, that mouth sinking down
deeper, taking him in and in and in.
"Oh..." Oh and maybe oh. Dillon rocked, his hips
moving like crazy, his chest heaving.
His prick slipped deep in Coke's mouth, the tip
nudging the man's throat. When Coke swallowed around
him, the heat and pressure made him want to scream.
Dillon lasted all of maybe five seconds that way. Then
Coke's fingers nudged his balls again, and he just lost it,
giving Coke everything he had.
Fuck. Fuck. Coke swallowed around him and it was
so fucking huge, so big. He shook with it, barely able to
believe his good luck. He had this man all to himself.
Those hands eased him through it, eased him down
into the mattress. "Good."
"Good? Coke, that doesn't even begin." Not even
close. Good was a pale reflection of what that had been.
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Coke's chuckle ghosted over the tip of his cock, soft
enough to tickle.
"When I can move, I'm gonna tear you up..."
That was a full-out laugh, hearty and happy. "I'm
looking forward to it, Cowboy."
"Mmm. Yeah? Which part do you like best?" His
hand felt heavy, but he managed to start petting.
"Shit, Dillon. I just like you." Coke kissed the tip of
his prick, tongue barely touching the slit. "I like your
flavor, your smell." One hand caressed his ass. "Your
pretty backside."
"Mmm. You want it, babe?" He was ready. He could
let Coke in now. His energy was coming back.
"I can let you rest..." That hand moved farther down,
though, finger teasing his hole.
"I think I'm rested." His cock thought so, too. A lot. It
was rising again, sure as anything.
"Do you?" Coke hummed, lips near his balls, tongue
moving them from side to side.
"Uh-huh." His eyes crossed, his toes curling again.
Jesus, there was nothing like lazy, focused Coke.
Nothing. Coke spread his legs, tongue slipping behind
his balls now. Dillon grunted, his breath hitching good
and hard. Oh, yeah. His cock was definitely back up.
"Need you, babe."
"Got me." Coke got him all right, got him good and
wet, got him slick, then pushed over him, strong arms on
either side of his shoulders.
Dillon spread wide, pushing his hips up so Coke
could line up with his hole. Easy.
"Dillon." Coke slid into him, sank deep and spread
him. He got to watch the thick muscles ripple for him,
bulge.
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"Mine." He gripped those wide shoulders, holding on
for dear life. That thick cock pressed into him, opening
him up.
"Yeah." He hadn't had Coke like this, covering him,
looking strong and sure, since the accident. It was
almost enough to short out his brain. Not quite, because
he wanted to see and feel and be with Coke. He wanted
to make it last.
Those amazing muscles rippled, Coke staring at him,
looking at him like he was the center of the earth. Fuck.
Fuck, it was hot. "Cowboy. Want to do this forever."
"Okay." Okay, he was right there with that. Yes.
Coke nodded once, then started moving, hard, strong
strokes that made him shake, made him cry out. He held
on as hard as he could, loving on whatever skin he could
reach with his mouth. He was a lover, after all.
"Lean up here. Kiss me. Can't reach you."
Dillon pulled himself up mainly with his abs,
knowing Coke loved how that felt. Then he gave Coke a
kiss, hard and deep. Coke cried out, slamming into his [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]