Cowboys Down by Barbara Elsborg Page A

pushed him down. No confusion as to who was in control but that was fine. Calum’s turn would come. He felt a sharp prickle at the back of his head. His first warning. On five he’d lose it.
    Jasper dipped his tongue into the slit and Calum shot straight to four and three quarters.
    “F-fuck,” Calum gasped.
    He wanted to watch Jasper’s dark eyes staring up at him, but Calum’s eyes fluttered closed as his hips rose and Jasper swallowed him. Calum’s cock brushed the back of Jasper’s throat and his balls detonated. Lightning blazed down his spine and he shot spurt after spurt of thick fluid into Jasper’s mouth, each jet accompanied by a guttural groan, until Calum collapsed back onto the seat. His shoulder was wedged against something hard, his ankle was twisted, but he didn’t give a fuck.
    Calum dragged energy from somewhere to open his eyes and looked up at Jasper staring down at him, a smile quirking his lips. Calum wiped a fleck of come from Jasper’s lower lip with his finger and brought it to his own mouth.
    “That was some dessert,” Jasper said.
    “I feel deprived.”
    Jasper swallowed, his eyes dark with need. “That could be quickly remedied—and I mean quickly. I’m not talking minutes.”
    Calum chuckled. “You make me laugh.”
    “Is that good?”
    “I thought I’d forgotten how. Want to swap places?”
    “Might be easier said than done.”
    It was, but in a tussle of arms and legs, amid a lot of laughing and groaning, Calum eventually pinned Jasper on his back and tugged down his pants and shorts to expose his cock. Long and thick, the head wet with pre-come, a dark purple vein tracing its length, the damn thing looked so beautiful, Calum’s lungs locked.
    “One lick would do it,” Jasper said with a gasp. “Damn it, if you keep staring at it, that’ll work too. Twenty seconds tops.”
    “Trying to spoil my fun?” Calum wrapped his hand around Jasper’s cock and loosely stroked it, savoring the velvet-soft texture of the skin against the steel-hard muscle beneath.
    “Shit,” Jasper grunted. “No more than ten.”
    Calum squeezed the shaft, his thumb sliding off the shallow dip beneath the head. “Ten minutes?”
    “If I didn’t think it would tip me over the edge, I’d laugh at that pathetic joke.”
    Calum stroked and played with Jasper’s cock, cupping his heavy balls and rolling them gently in his palm.
    “Maybe five seconds,” Jasper choked out.
    One lick of the salty tip of Jasper’s cock and Calum’s head fogged. He knew Jasper was close, the strain evident on his face, a mixture of pleasure and pain. Calum sucked the tip into his mouth.
    “God, God, God, God,” Jasper panted.
    Taking the swollen crest tighter between his lips, Calum slid his mouth up and down the top couple of inches. Jasper’s hands clenched and unclenched against Calum’s ribs. Calum teased the slit, bathing it in spit and pre-come and then screwed his mouth hard down Jasper’s length.
    Jasper’s breathing grew so labored that for a moment Calum worried, and then a hand on top of his head urged him to continue while the other hand stroked his cheek.
    “Shit, I never knew I could multi-task so well,” Jasper blurted. “And I’m reciting the alphabet backward at the same time. Stuck at Y.”
    One deep swallow and Jasper’s body went as stiff as his cock.
    “Oh Christ, that…you…fuck…yesssss.”
    The thick shaft swelled and pulsed, and Jasper cried out as he emptied his load into Calum’s eager mouth. Calum didn’t move until he’d swallowed every drop of come. He licked Jasper clean and then he kissed his way up Jasper’s body, lapping the salt from his skin until he nuzzled into the hollow of his throat above his tie. Calum lifted his head and looked straight into Jasper’s face. Jasper grinned at him, still panting, his lower lip swollen from where he’d bitten it.
    “You make my fucking heart jump,” Calum whispered.
    He laid his palm over Jasper’s chest and felt