by Jayne Rylon
He tensed but held there, suspended in euphoria, as Vaughn slid down his shaft, taking it all in his mouth. When Bryant’s cock bumped his soft, hot flesh, the ex-cowboy did something with his jaw and welcomed Bryant into his throat.
He swallowed around the entire length of Bryant’s hard-on, proving that even if Bryant was bigger than normal, it wasn’t a problem for his partner. As the pressure increased, Vaughn flicked the pad of his thumb up the center line of Bryant’s sac. He used his tongue to lave the underside of Bryant’s cock.
But when he hummed, like Bryant’s erection was the most delicious thing he’d ever put in his mouth…that’s what got Bryant. He tensed, his eyes flying wide open as he peered down at Vaughn.
The guy smiled around Bryant and nodded, letting him know it was fine to come in his mouth.
So he did.
His balls tensed impossibly, then exploded as he shot jet after jet straight down Vaughn’s throat. The guy drank it all, drawing more and more pleasure from Bryant. He’d never been caught in the throes of an orgasm for so long. Part of his scientific mind wondered just how long a single climax could last as his body continued to spasm. Hard.
But not very much of it. The majority of his being was dedicated to wringing every drop of rapture from the generosity of his lover. Lover. He couldn’t believe that’s what Vaughn was to him now. That thought alone added another several pulses to Bryant’s epic release.
And when Vaughn had drunk him dry, Bryant collapsed, exhausted and drained onto the guy’s pillows. Holy fuck. Was that normal, what he’d just experienced? “Vaughn.”
“Damn, Bryant. I thought you were going to drown me there for a second. You’ve been saving that up for a long fucking time.” He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand then crawled up to lie beside Bryant, cradling him against his chest.
When Bryant still couldn’t respond, Vaughn ran his fingers through Bryant’s hair. “You okay?”
“Mmm,” he managed to purr. It was a little while later, when enough of his mind began to function properly, that he noticed Vaughn’s raging hard-on, which was leaving an impression on his hip. When he reached for it, Vaughn dodged.
“You don’t have to do that.” He kissed Bryant’s forehead. “Just savor the afterglow.”
“I think I’ll enjoy the hell out of making you feel half as good as I do right now.” He reached for Vaughn’s cock again. This time the other guy didn’t stop him. Bryant rubbed it through Vaughn’s jeans for a minute before Vaughn caved and shoved them off, flinging his pants somewhere in the distance. “Just tell me what to do. What you like, since you already know.”
“You’re sure?”
“Hell yes.” Bryant extended his hand again, this time not stopping until he clutched Vaughn’s cock. He studied the feel of it, silky yet hard, hot and smooth, in his fingers. He rubbed it artlessly, until he realized it wasn’t so different from jacking himself.
So he did what he liked, hoping that was good enough for Vaughn.
When his partner moaned and kissed the shit out of him, he figured it didn’t suck too bad.
Eventually, Vaughn came up for air. He stared down at Bryant, his eyes practically glowing in the lamplight. “Use your other hand on yourself. Get yourself hard again for me.”
That wasn’t going to be a problem.
But Bryant did as he was told. He hissed at the first touch of his palm on his shaft.
“Keep it there. Good. Just like that.” Vaughn growled. “Don’t stop stroking us, okay? Can you do that for me?”
“Uh huh.” Bryant concentrated on keeping the pace steady, not rushing and pushing them further than they could resist, but refusing to falter either.
“I’m going to make it even better for you. Is it okay if I play with your ass?” Vaughn nuzzled Bryant’s neck then bit his shoulder lightly as he waited for a response. He didn’t press the issue or move any closer to his intended target until Bryant thought about the question hard and answered.
“Yeah.”
“If you don’t like it, tell me to stop. That’s fine. This is all about you and figuring out what you like, remember?” Vaughn kissed the place he’d nipped, then lifted his head to stare into Bryant’s eyes and make sure they were on the same page.
Bryant nodded enthusiastically.
Vaughn smiled and reached for the table beside his bed. He didn’t roll away so far that Bryant had to relinquish his grasp on Vaughn’s cock, for which he was grateful. Holding the proof of Vaughn’s arousal in his fist helped him ignore the parts of himself that were insisting he couldn’t possibly do anything for a man used to sleeping with guys who could handle a stud like him in bed.
His grip must have tightened involuntarily.
Vaughn moaned, then chuckled. “I’m coming right back, promise.”
Bryant groaned, self-conscious about how much he needed more of Vaughn. A lot more.
He rubbed their cocks in unison, giving them both the same pleasure, which was amplified by the knowledge that Vaughn was feeling what he was. They were in this together. And if Vaughn got off on whatever he was about to do, Bryant couldn’t wait for him to start.
Vaughn found whatever he was looking for and returned to Bryant’s side. He knelt between Bryant’s legs for a moment, aligning their shafts so they pressed together. Bryant wrapped his hands around them both and pumped them simultaneously. Even their balls rested against each other. They were a perfect match.
“Damn, Bryant.” Vaughn leaned in to kiss Bryant for a bit more. “That feels amazing, but I want to show you more. How good it can be.”
“Yes.” Bryant wanted that, too. He didn’t want to waste this chance in case it was the only one he ever got to explore with the partner of his dreams.
Vaughn resettled himself at Bryant’s side, his cock jutting out over Bryant’s hip. Bryant never let go, never stopped playing with his new favorite toy while also caressing his own hard-on.
When Vaughn nudged his thigh—the one not trapped beneath the leg Vaughn threw over the one closest to him—Bryant instinctively spread his legs. He bent his knee and planted his foot on the mattress, leaving himself open to whatever Vaughn wanted to show him.
His heartbeat quickened.
“You’re fine, Bryant,” Vaughn murmured in his ear. “You’re here with me and only me. Don’t think about the past. Just concentrate on now and how this feels. We can stop at any time. Okay?”
Bryant nodded.
A moment later, he heard squishy sounds as Vaughn slathered his fingers in lube. “This might be cool at first, but trust me, it’s going to heat up fast.”
Bryant gulped. He let his knee drop outward, making more room for Vaughn’s advancing hand.
When the tip of one greased finger nudged his ass, Bryant yelped.
Vaughn chuckled. “I told you.”
Except it wasn’t the cold that had spooked him, it was the fact that he was letting someone do this to him again, after hiding from his desires for so long.
Before he could explain, Vaughn carefully inserted the tip of his finger. When it didn’t burn or tear, Bryant relaxed. That only made it easier for Vaughn to prod deeper. He moved his finger in a circle, massaging nerve endings Bryant hadn’t known existed. But now that he did, he wanted more.
A lot more.
Vaughn smiled down at him. “Good?”
“Mmm.” He lifted his hips, driving Vaughn’s hand deeper.
So the other man responded by adding a second digit. He spread them within Bryant, opening him farther, making him crave more. This went on for what seemed like hours. Every time Bryant adjusted to the pleasure and pressure, Vaughn would increase it until Bryant didn’t know how he could stand anymore. Not because it hurt, but because it flooded him with bliss.
After a while, he realized that although he could easily come with Vaughn’s fingers teasing his hole and the sensitive places within him, he didn’t want to. He craved more of his lover.
“Vaughn, fuck me. Please.”
Bryant squirmed, impaled on Vaughn’s fingers, which were wonderful, though not nearly enough.
Instead of plunging inside him, Vaughn hesitated. “I’m not sure you’re ready. Why don’t we take it slow tonight?”
“I’m telling you….I’m fucking ready. This is what I want. You. Inside me. Right now.”
Vaughn’s face flushed. His eyes dilated and he crushed his mouth to Bryant’s for a few moments. Then he lifted off and said, “I promised you anything you asked for. As long as you’re sure.”
“Stop talking and start fucking.” Bryant had no idea where this side of him came from, but he kind of liked it. All of the careful consideration he usually relied on as a crutch to keep from making terrible decisions flew out the window. He acted on instinct. Pure, raw, feelings.
Vaughn grinned. “I like it when you’re bossy.”
“Then why aren’t you buried balls-deep yet?”
Vaughn pinched Bryant’s nipple playfully. “Hang on. Let me grab a condom.”
“You don’t need to. I’m clean if you are.” Bryant shrugged.
“No. I’m going to protect you. Like I should have done before. Some other time, when you’re thinking straight, you can make that call. Not tonight.” Vaughn wouldn’t budge on that point.
Though he was a little disappointed he wouldn’t have Vaughn inside him bare, Bryant appreciated his concern. It reassured him that this was the right time and the right person and that it was okay to give in to the overwhelming emotions swamping him.
Vaughn retrieved and donned a condom before slathering himself in more lube. He added another dab to Bryant’s ass as well before fitting the tip against Bryant’s hole. Even that tiny contact sent shockwaves through Bryant’s body.
It was real. This was happening.
He braced himself for the agony he’d felt that day in the barn, sure Vaughn’s pleasure was worth the sacrifice.
Vaughn leaned down and distracted Bryant with a tender kiss that stole his breath. It relaxed him, allowing the increasing insistence of Vaughn’s cock to push it the barest bit inside Bryant’s ass. It surprised him that it didn’t hurt. In fact, he wanted more.
He put his hands on Vaughn’s hips and tried to pull him closer, deeper, but Vaughn resisted. “Don’t rush me. I’m going to give you all of me. Just not all at once. That’s nonnegotiable. I refuse to hurt you.”
Though he didn’t say it, they both knew he meant…like Bryant’s attacker had.
Overwhelming affection snuck in beside the arousal threatening to drown Bryant. He slid his hands higher, up Vaughn’s back, until he could hug him. He squeezed tight and hoped Vaughn knew how much this meant.
Vaughn nibbled on his lower lip, then resumed his rocking, letting Bryant adjust to the widening head of his cock and how it reopened his ass like his fingers had earlier. Lost in the fluid glides of Vaughn’s tongue over his own, Bryant didn’t notice Vaughn’s cock had slid fully into his ass until Vaughn paused to draw a deep, shaky breath.
The amount of control and stamina he had impressed Bryant.
The fact that he used his prowess to bring Bryant only pleasure—and tons of it—blew his mind.
He reached between them to fist his cock, in desperate need of contact there.
“Let me get that for you.” Vaughn replaced Bryant’s hand with his own. “I’m going to come so hard and deep in you, Bryant. You can watch what you do to me. But not before you’re taken care of. You’re going to shoot first. I want to feel your come splattering on my chest and abs. I need to know you like this—that you’re getting off on it—before I can do the same.”
“Jesus, Vaughn. I love it.” He almost slipped up and said that he loved Vaughn, but even he knew that would be a rookie mistake. Just because he was giving the man his virginity didn’t mean Vaughn wanted more of him than that.
Then the ability to form coherent thoughts dissolved. Vaughn took up where Bryant had left off, stroking his cock even as he began to penetrate farther into Bryant’s ass. There wasn’t a single flicker of discomfort, and certainly no agony. It was all ecstasy as Vaughn filled him inch by inch. Bryant spread and lifted his legs, giving Vaughn room to work.
“Yes, that’s right,” Vaughn coached. “Let me in.”
Vaughn rocked his hips, working himself deeper until his balls tapped Bryant’s ass. Bryant looked down and saw their bodies pressed together. He had all of Vaughn within him. He shivered, his muscles tightening involuntarily. He clenched his ass around Vaughn’s cock, making them both groan.
“Are you okay?” Vaughn asked, his voice rough though calm.
“Amazing.”
“Yes, you are.” Vaughn kissed him more, his hand squeezing Bryant’s cock when it didn’t have space to rub the full length of his shaft. While they made out, he began to withdraw, every bit as slowly as he’d impaled Bryant.
Bryant made a strangled noise. He didn’t want Vaughn to go.
“Shhh.” The other man kissed his forehead, then straightened some. “I’m coming right back.”
True to his word, he reversed his motion, stroking Bryant from the inside with long, slow plunges. Meanwhile, his fist mimicked the path of his cock. He rubbed Bryant in time with his fucking, making him imagine what it would be like to be inside Vaughn instead.
Bryant clenched his jaw as a squirt of precome pulsed from the tip of his cock, coating Vaughn’s knuckles. Vaughn didn’t hesitate—he lifted his hand to his mouth and licked it off as if it were a delicacy.
The next time he slid into Bryant, he was a little less careful, a little less slow.
Bryant loved it and craved more. “Harder. Faster. Please.”
He knew he couldn’t last forever, despite having come so hard earlier. He needed to do it again and he had a feeling that what he thought could never be topped would be a mere shadow of the rapture Vaughn was about to unleash within him.
Without speaking, Vaughn listened. He ramped up the pace and force of his fucking. In addition to the bolts of ecstasy shooting up Bryant’s spine from his ass, the masterful stroking of his cock had him writhing beneath Vaughn in short order.
Vaughn stared into his eyes, making sure he was okay. That he was loving every second of their encounter. And he was.
In fact, he loved it a little too much.
“Vaughn!” he cried, trying to keep himself from coming too soon and putting an end to the most glorious thing he’d ever felt.
“Oh no. Don’t hold back.” Vaughn leaned in and bit Bryant’s shoulder lightly. “Feel what I’m doing to you. What you do to me. By being so damn sexy and cute and fun and smart. This is all for you. Because of you. Tonight, no one else would do. It had to be you.”
That was the most arousing thing Vaughn had done to him yet. Make him feel like he was special. Like this meant something. Like he’d been right to wait so damn long for the perfect partner.
There was no way he could resist that.
Bryant’s ass clamped around Vaughn’s cock. He felt every ridge of the other man’s shaft as it plowed into him over and over relentlessly. He shuddered, then stared directly into Vaughn’s eyes as he lost control completely.
“That’s right. Come, Bryant. Come hard. Shoot all over me. Show me how much you love my cock in your ass. Fucking you. Finally fucking you.” Vaughn seemed lost in his own euphoria. He rambled as he drilled into Bryant, harder and faster, pushing him into climax.
Bryant pounded the mattress with his fists, shook his head on the pillow, and then roared as seed blasted from his cock. Vaughn didn’t stop pumping his shaft or filling his ass. But he aimed Bryant’s dick at himself and took the first blast of seed directly on his chest. He twitched as if it seared him, then went into a frenzy, fucking Bryant with a flurry of short, fast jabs that tapped his prostate over and over while he unloaded on Vaughn.
Seeing his own come glazing the other man’s abdomen and chest extended Bryant’s pleasure. And apparently, it ramped up Vaughn’s. He grunted, then plunged deep, locking them toge
ther. He shouted Bryant’s name and let him see how awed he was as he too began to climax.
Bryant brought his arms up to hold Vaughn close as he flooded the condom he’d insisted on wearing. Next time, Bryant promised himself he’d take the proof of Vaughn’s enjoyment and hold it deep within him. Absorbing it as if it was his own.
Because it was. Seeing the shock, rapture, and disbelief in Vaughn’s eyes made Bryant’s cock twitch with aftershocks. The intensity of the exchange caught him completely off guard. No matter what happened from this point on, he felt like part of him would belong to Vaughn for the rest of their lives.
He’d given the other man his virginity, but he’d gotten so much more in return.
This was what he’d always been missing.
And now he’d found it again.
Thanks to Vaughn.
Bryant melted into the plush bed, every ounce of sadness, grief, fear, and regret erased from his soul for that moment. He lay in a daze as Vaughn cared for him. Cleaning him, then crawling into bed to embrace him, crooning praise and who knew what else, kissing him gently as they came back down from the enormous high they’d reached together.
It was almost as good as the sex, the intimacy they wove afterward.
Bryant fought sleep for as long as he could, soaking in the comfort and closeness of their bond. Eventually he couldn’t resist and fell into a deep, dreamless slumber, with Vaughn wrapped protectively around him.
8
A faint scratching noise roused Bryant from his deep sleep. Sure, he’d been deprived after his marathon drive home from college and a restless night following the bonfire, but that didn’t account for how hard he’d crashed after making love with Vaughn.
From the light already sneaking in around the edges of the room-darkening shades Vaughn must use since he usually worked nights, Bryant figured his dad and the rest of the ranch had already been up and working for hours. Damn.