Cowboy Logic - B.A. Tortuga Page 0,35

were pulling up, his skin overheated and too tight. His brain went all staticky and white noise, his body taking over as he writhed desperately.

“That’s it. Shoot for me.” The filthy words buzzed his ear, and Jericho jerked and came, the world shorting out. It seemed to go on forever, and he must have been loud, because Anderson mashed his mouth with a kiss, sealing his lips until he could hardly breathe.

Oh. Oh, that was—

“Wow.” That did his feelings no justice at all.

“Mm-hmm. Very wow. Happy Friday.”

“What can I do you for? I want to make you feel good.” Jericho didn’t want to be a taker. He wasn’t like that, not after he’d lived with that with his folks.

“Oh, honey. Thank you. Please. Kiss me.” Anderson slid one hand back behind his head.

Kisses he knew, so he licked and lapped at Anderson’s lower lip until that hot mouth opened for him again. Then he took it by storm. Anderson groaned softly, rubbing up on his thigh, and he could feel Anderson’s heavy cock.

He grabbed that tight ass, squeezing it through the jeans Anderson wore, pressing them together to give lots of friction.

“Yeah.” That groaned word did it for him, made him buzz all the way down.

He raised up his knee a tiny bit, letting Anderson straddle his thigh. “I can feel you, man. Hard and so frickin’ hot.”

“Uh. Uh-huh.” Anderson popped his fly open, jacking himself hard. “Pretty cowboy.”

He reached out too, wanting to feel that hardness covered with thin, velvety skin. He could smell Anderson, musky and rich and earthy. “Damn. Damn, babe.”

Anderson nodded, eyes heavy, and he felt like the son of a bitch wanted him as bad as he wanted Anderson. So he rubbed and pulled and tugged, trying to find which spots were super sensitive. And every time Anderson shivered or moaned, he lingered.

There was a spot right under the flared head, another down where the tight balls pulled up against the base.

And the strip of skin behind Anderson’s sac? He had to work for it, but he found it.

Oh, that lit the man right up. So Jericho did it again, pressing harder this time. He wanted Anderson as wild as he’d been.

Anderson hummed for him, nice and low. “Tell me you’ll fuck me Monday.”

“Oh God. Anything. I’ll get the stuff.” He didn’t have condoms or lube. Hand lotion and Kleenex were more his style. He would go to the store and buy out their whole supply.

“Good man. One… one more time, please. One more.”

“Like this?” He pressed that hot little spot, tugging at Anderson’s dick at the same time. Demanding.

“Uhn.” It wasn’t a word, but it was an answer, and Anderson shot for him, spunk spraying on his fingers.

Between his orgasm and that little noise, that jerking dance of pleasure from Anderson, Jericho felt fifty feet tall and bulletproof.

“Damn, honey. That… You made my eyes cross.” Anderson grinned at him, blinking slow, lips swollen and lovely.

“High praise.” He wasn’t sure words would come out well, so he rested against Anderson.

“I needed that. Thank you.” Anderson dragged one hand along his back.

“You have no idea.” He laughed, feeling a little giddy, which was a word he sure didn’t use much. He was, though. Dizzy with it.

Anderson chuckled softly. “No, you were right there on the edge. Been a while?”

“A long time and few and far between.” He laughed too, the sound wry. “I’m already hot for Monday.”

“Me too. I love sex, and I haven’t had a good fuck in too long.”

He laughed a little harder, surprised at how open Anderson was. “I love the way you talk. It’s like something out of a movie.”

“That’s one of the fascinating things about being so out and having most of your friends out. My first two years at school I did nothing but gawk, all the time.”

He nodded. Yeah, he could see that. Anderson made him feel a little backward and repressed. Heaven knew, he wanted to learn to be a little wild, and he would try as long as Anderson wanted to stick around.

“God, you have an amazing post-orgasm look. I think I would know now, if I saw you.”

“Well, only you’ve really gotten to see it, because I’ve never come like that before.”

Anderson beamed at him, honestly beamed. “That’s a lovely thing to hear.”

“Mmmm.” Jericho took one more long kiss because he knew with kids it wouldn’t be long before someone came looking. That was how it was.

“We need to straighten ourselves up, I know.” Anderson rubbed