He watched the confusion of pleasure and need cross Ryder’s face, and that surrender was so sweet. “You’re so lovely.” He let go of Ryder’s wrists so he could brace himself for a couple of final, wild thrusts and gasped as he shot, groaning through the release that his body had been begging for.
“So pretty.” Ryder stroked his hair as he murmured the words, gentle little compliments that helped ease him down.
“Mmm.” Charles kissed Ryder again, slow and deep, before settling along the cowboy’s side. “You have a little bit of a naughty streak, darling boy.”
“Mmm…only the littlest bit. Most of me is good as gold.”
He nodded, wanting to pull Ryder in and protect him, though from what he wasn’t sure. “You’ve been good to me, no question. Do you snuggle? I’d like to hold you.”
Ryder blinked hard, eyelashes flashing quick. “I hate sleeping alone, so yes, sir. I sure do.”
They needed to clean up, but he’d hold Ryder for a while, make sure his cowboy knew that what happening here was more than just the sex to him. “Come on, then.” He rolled away a little, giving Ryder room to snuggle in.
Ryder hummed and curled right into him, sighing softly against his throat. Oh, so sweet. The cowboy was a champion snuggler.
He tucked his arms around Ryder’s shoulders and hugged him close until he felt Ryder’s breathing even out, then he relaxed a bit just keeping his cowboy close.
Ryder melted, quiet and solid against him.
Was this really happening?
He let Ryder rest while he took it all in. Charles let his eyes close, but his mind was busy. They were consenting adults, and he didn’t mind what others thought, but this was more than sex.It was complicated and layered, and there would be so much to talk about when they woke up.
13
Ryder woke up with his entire body suffused with heat, and he sighed, humming softly.
What a lovely dream.
He’d been making love with Mister Charlie, and he’d felt sensual and sexual, aroused and arousing.
It had been magical.
Or maybe he wasn’t awake after all. There was a soft sigh beside him and, as he turned to look, he felt the arm tucked over his waist.
It was warm, perfect somehow, and he’d be damned if he did anything to wake Mister Charlie. Not now.
Not with everything so warm and right for a second.
“Good morning,” Mister Charlie whispered without moving a muscle, the words just as warm and gentle as he felt.
“Mornin’. You sleep good?” Because he’d slept like a fucking dream.
“I don’t think I’ve slept as well in quite some time.” Charles leaned closer and kissed his forehead. “I am very comfortable.”
“I’m glad.” He searched Charles’s eyes. “I thought it was a dream, for a minute.”
Charles’s gaze was steady in return. “It certainly felt like one, didn’t it?”
“Yes, sir.” A good one too. His balls were still happy.
Charles sat up on one elbow, looking right into his eyes. “We’re just people, remember.”
Okay, what did that mean?
Were they supposed to be…aliens? Monsters? Supreme beings?
“Yes, sir.”