Connor hissed and caught his hand, tangling their fingers, and returned the gesture, rolling his nipple between wet fingers. “You are the sexiest man on earth. You still turn me on like the day I met you.”
“Good.” He wanted that and more, because he knew what Connor liked now. He knew every hot spot and could play each and every one.
Connor chuckled, straddled his knees and sat. “So confident.” Connor kissed him again, the connection hungry and needy.
He didn’t feel it; Early felt desperate, but he’d be damned if he let it show. He wanted to make Connor sweat, remember that they were the real thing.
He grabbed Connor’s ass, dragging their bodies together.
“All these handsome, strong cowboys out here are going to see is a hot rancher on his own. But you’re mine, and they can’t hold a candle to me. I’m going to make sure you don’t forget that.” Connor slid a hand under his sac and gave it a firm squeeze.
“I never would.” No matter what. He would fight God Himself for his family.
“I know. But how about we make sure anyway?” Connor grinned at him and worked his prick slowly in a tight fist.
“Sounds like one hell of an idea. Seriously.”
“Mhm. I think you should make my ride home just the right kind of uncomfortable.”
“I intend to make you ache.” He slicked his fingers and encouraged Connor to kneel tall.
“Please.” Connor threaded fingers into his hair and shifted up onto his knees, spreading for him. “I’m yours.”
All Early could do was get his lover ready for him, fingers stretching that tight, sweet hole. Connor rode his fingers, arching against him. “Yeah. I want that fat cock, cowboy.”
“You ready?” Because he was aching, his prick heavy and throbbing. “’Cause I’m ready for you.”
“Ready. Yes, I’m fucking ready.” Connor practically growled at him and stretched up higher.
He pushed his cock back and used his other hand to guide himself to press into Connor, humping in just enough to make them both grunt.
“Oh god. Yes.” Connor exhaled heavily, so Early leaned back, grabbed Connor’s hips, and starting fucking his lover as hard as he could.
Connor’s eyes popped open, then glazed right over as Connor grabbed at his shoulders and hung on. The water splashed around them as he dove into that tight heat, his husband doing what he could to meet him halfway, sending him deeper and deeper.
“Love.” He bit out the word, his lips pulling away from his teeth.
“So much.” He knew when he had Connor’s full attention. The ranch could burn down around their ears right now and Connor wouldn’t notice.
All he had to do was focus on his lover, give them both what they needed.
Connor rode him hard and squeezed tight around him. “So good. You feel…so good.”
“Mmhmm…” He didn’t have enough breath to say more. All his focus was on loving his man.
“Touch me,” Connor begged, looking sweaty and a little wild. “Touch me. Make me shoot.”
It took everything he had, to let go of Connor’s hip and wrap his fingers around that fat cock.
“Yeah.” Connor bore down hard, then rocked up, pushing through his fingers. So needy, his man. And not the least bit ashamed of it. “Oh, god.”
“Shoot for me. Come on my cock, baby.” Early stroked once more, good and hard.
“Yes, yes! Fuck!” Connor shouted and shot on cue, riding him all the way through it, muscles rippling, working him just right.
Early was right behind, holding on just long enough to send Connor flying before he clamped on to those hips and humped into his lover. Connor moaned, giving up everything for him to take, moaning with each thrust.
When he came, it was like he was flying into a million pieces.