Cowboy Logic - B.A. Tortuga Page 0,52

cleaned and changed the sheets this morning. I must have known you were coming.”

“You’re good to me. I want you enough that I’d take old sheets.” He reached for Jericho, tugging the man’s T-shirt up and off.

“Uh-huh.” Jericho watched him, and he wasn’t sure if the man knew what he was agreeing with. That kind of need was a huge compliment.

He opened Jericho’s fly with one hand, teasing one nipple with the other. “You’re damn pretty.”

“I’m just a cowboy, babe. You’re the pretty one.” Jericho kinda walked up against his hand like he was settling in the saddle, then reached for Logic’s shirt.

“Mmm… so pretty.” He took another kiss, moaning as he found Jericho’s cock.

“Oh damn.” Jericho said it against his mouth, rocking back and forth against him. He pushed at the shirt. “Off.”

“Uh-huh. Skin on skin.” He pulled his T-shirt up and off, his belly drawing up tight as they touched, finally bare.

“Is it weird to say I dreamed about this? All week.” Jericho touched him, hand flat on his sternum.

“Be weirder to think you hadn’t. You’ve been my fantasy partner since I knew you… well, since that day.”

Jericho’s pleased flush moved all the way down to his chest, and he grinned, those gray eyes like as far as anything could get from icy.

“Tell me what you need. Where do you want to start?” He was easy.

“I want to see all of you. Every last bit.” Jericho stepped a few scant inches away to kick out of his flip-flops and pull off his jeans.

He stripped off, knowing he looked good, but he wanted to know that Jericho thought so. He’d never been so nervous to be naked before in his life.

“Oh.” Jericho didn’t look self-conscious at all. Then again, there wasn’t a tan mark on the man, so he might be used to being buck-ass naked where people might see. His wide-eyed admiration made Logic feel amazing too.

He stepped close, brought their bodies together, all the way. He couldn’t have stopped his moan if he’d tried.

“Feel you. So hot. Christ, you’re beautiful.” Jericho’s belly rubbed him, cock coming up under his.

“I want you.” He rocked them together, one hand on Jericho’s ass. “God, I want…”

“Anything.” Jericho danced for him, swaying. “Bed?”

“Bed.” He groaned as they separated, and he led them both to the bed. “Lord, I’m so hard I’m aching.”

“God, yes. Feel.” Jericho crawled on top of him when they got to the bed, cock sliding along his thigh. That dick was like a brand against his skin. His eyes rolled back and he arched, rubbing hard against that sweet prick.

The groan he got was deep, almost guttural. “What—what should we do?”

“Are you good for a two-fer?” It was important to know.

“I bet today I could go three or four, babe.” Jericho laughed. “But I know I’ve got two.”

“Mmm… let’s shoot for three. Interested in a sixty-nine?”

“Yes. Yes, show me. I mean, I’ve seen it on porn…”

It was like a whole new world he was opening up for Jericho. The level of trust there made him feel incredibly humble.

“I’ll lay here; you fuck my lips from above?” He stretched out, encouraging Jericho to spin around, getting that pretty prick where he could taste.

Jericho straddled him like a pro, the velvety head rubbing his lips. Jericho licked the tip of his cock in turn, and they were off and running. Logic explored this time, dragging his tongue along the shaft, tracing each and every vein. Damn, this was fun.

He got himself a double-handful of ass, squeezing lightly as he pulled. Those muscles were like iron, and the promise of fucking that ass made him grunt, his body bucking.

He arched his neck, drawing Jericho in deeper, swallowing hard.

Licking and kissing, Jericho panted for him, hot air blowing over him. He thought maybe Jericho was afraid he might bite or something, since he didn’t suck. That was okay. He’d suck Jericho off and get the sweet bastard to fuck him, nice and slow.

Then Jericho surprised him by sealing those lips around him, going down halfway, and he rethought his plan. Returned to his original idea.

He moaned, letting him know how good it was, how bad he wanted it.

Jericho worked him, maybe not like a pro, but with serious enthusiasm and no teeth. The sounds of them sucking were just insane.

He pulled Jericho in deep, swallowing over and over, bobbing his head along the length. He wanted to taste again. He wanted all the things, if he was honest. Jericho made him a