I’m falling in love with you.”
I felt the breath catch in my throat, and I stared up at
him. “Is this part of how you’re going to get me to come first,
just by kissing me?”
He kissed me very delicately, just on the corner of my
mouth. “Well, that’s something you’re going to have to figure
out, now isn’t it?”
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I sighed, lay back down. “I thought so.” He giggled
again, kissed the other corner of my mouth, sucked my
bottom lip into his mouth and nibbled on it, just a bit. “ Out
in the West Texas town of El Paso, I fell in love with a Navajo
boy .”
He had a good singing voice, and he kissed me in
between lines, stared down into my eyes as he swore
undying love, killed a wild cowboy who was vying for my
attention, a cowboy wild as the West Texas wind, and ended
with a bullet in his chest, dying for love, dying in my arms.
He rested his head on my chest, then he reached over
the side of the couch, pulled something from the pocket of
his jeans. In one hand he had a blue condom. In the other, a
small plastic pouch of lubricant. I took the lube, looked at
the label. Tequila flavored. Good God.
I looked at him for a long moment, seeing just a bit of
shy in his eyes, just a bit of a question. Then I unwrapped
my arms and legs, took the condom. This part I knew how to
do. “Get on your knees, cowboy.”
He scrambled up, trembling, and he watched me roll the
condom up my cock. I tore open the plastic on the lube,
squirted it out on my fingers. Then I waited for him. His face
was flushed, that wild rose color in his cheeks, and he was
breathing hard, one hand rubbing his chest. He turned
around, gave me his back, then climbed up on the couch.
I reached for his waist, pulled him to the edge. He
looked back over his shoulder, and my heart did that slow
roll again, turning over in my chest. The need in his face,
wanton and shy at the same time, those wild blue eyes—the
look of him burned through my mind. I slid my fingers
against his anus. I couldn’t look at him again. I seated my
cock, waited for him to lean back against me. He moaned,
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rocked a little, and I felt the head slip in. Jesse dropped his
head, and I could see the bones of his back, the delicate
bones of his neck. You’re mine , I thought, shoving roughly
inside. This was what he wanted. Anything you want, Jesse.
I’ll fuck you as hard as you want. Because what you need is
mine to give.
I didn’t say it out loud. We were speaking without
words, our needs travelling along our nerves, along our blood
vessels, our skin damp and hungry. I shoved inside, shoved
again until I was buried in his body up to the balls. I leaned
over, slid my fingers along his spine until I could touch the
damp hot skin at the back of his neck. He turned his head,
slipped one of my fingers in the corner of his mouth, and
dark passion crawled up out of my belly, started to wrap
around my throat, but I stomped it down hard. This was for
Jesse. I rocked him hard until he reached between his legs,
stroked his cock once, twice, then he was coming, a
groaning, thumping lusty cry that went straight to my balls,
nearly tore them loose when I exploded inside of him.
He was shaking so hard I reached out, still deep inside
him, held him against my chest, my mouth making its slow
way along his shoulder. “Shhhh, hush, baby. Everything’s
okay. I’ve got you. You’re right here in my arms, all safe and
warm, and I’ll never let you go, I promise, Jesse. I promise.”
He turned his head, and his mouth found mine. He
didn’t say anything, just looked at me with those blue eyes,
all warm and sleepy, studied me like he’d never seen me
before. His lips curved into a smile. Then he reached over
and kissed me, a sweet little sigh against my mouth, and I
felt myself slip out of him.
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JESSE took his clothes and
I felt the breath catch in my throat, and I stared up at
him. “Is this part of how you’re going to get me to come first,
just by kissing me?”
He kissed me very delicately, just on the corner of my
mouth. “Well, that’s something you’re going to have to figure
out, now isn’t it?”
Marathon Cowboys | Sarah Black
89
I sighed, lay back down. “I thought so.” He giggled
again, kissed the other corner of my mouth, sucked my
bottom lip into his mouth and nibbled on it, just a bit. “ Out
in the West Texas town of El Paso, I fell in love with a Navajo
boy .”
He had a good singing voice, and he kissed me in
between lines, stared down into my eyes as he swore
undying love, killed a wild cowboy who was vying for my
attention, a cowboy wild as the West Texas wind, and ended
with a bullet in his chest, dying for love, dying in my arms.
He rested his head on my chest, then he reached over
the side of the couch, pulled something from the pocket of
his jeans. In one hand he had a blue condom. In the other, a
small plastic pouch of lubricant. I took the lube, looked at
the label. Tequila flavored. Good God.
I looked at him for a long moment, seeing just a bit of
shy in his eyes, just a bit of a question. Then I unwrapped
my arms and legs, took the condom. This part I knew how to
do. “Get on your knees, cowboy.”
He scrambled up, trembling, and he watched me roll the
condom up my cock. I tore open the plastic on the lube,
squirted it out on my fingers. Then I waited for him. His face
was flushed, that wild rose color in his cheeks, and he was
breathing hard, one hand rubbing his chest. He turned
around, gave me his back, then climbed up on the couch.
I reached for his waist, pulled him to the edge. He
looked back over his shoulder, and my heart did that slow
roll again, turning over in my chest. The need in his face,
wanton and shy at the same time, those wild blue eyes—the
look of him burned through my mind. I slid my fingers
against his anus. I couldn’t look at him again. I seated my
cock, waited for him to lean back against me. He moaned,
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rocked a little, and I felt the head slip in. Jesse dropped his
head, and I could see the bones of his back, the delicate
bones of his neck. You’re mine , I thought, shoving roughly
inside. This was what he wanted. Anything you want, Jesse.
I’ll fuck you as hard as you want. Because what you need is
mine to give.
I didn’t say it out loud. We were speaking without
words, our needs travelling along our nerves, along our blood
vessels, our skin damp and hungry. I shoved inside, shoved
again until I was buried in his body up to the balls. I leaned
over, slid my fingers along his spine until I could touch the
damp hot skin at the back of his neck. He turned his head,
slipped one of my fingers in the corner of his mouth, and
dark passion crawled up out of my belly, started to wrap
around my throat, but I stomped it down hard. This was for
Jesse. I rocked him hard until he reached between his legs,
stroked his cock once, twice, then he was coming, a
groaning, thumping lusty cry that went straight to my balls,
nearly tore them loose when I exploded inside of him.
He was shaking so hard I reached out, still deep inside
him, held him against my chest, my mouth making its slow
way along his shoulder. “Shhhh, hush, baby. Everything’s
okay. I’ve got you. You’re right here in my arms, all safe and
warm, and I’ll never let you go, I promise, Jesse. I promise.”
He turned his head, and his mouth found mine. He
didn’t say anything, just looked at me with those blue eyes,
all warm and sleepy, studied me like he’d never seen me
before. His lips curved into a smile. Then he reached over
and kissed me, a sweet little sigh against my mouth, and I
felt myself slip out of him.
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JESSE took his clothes and
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