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Smoke reached behind himself to comply. Watching Smoke fuck his own hole with two fingers to get ready for him was sexy as hell, and Trey’s cock pulsed in time as Smoke’s fingers glided in and out.

Unable to wait any longer, Trey grabbed Smoke’s hips and yanked him back, closer to the edge of the mattress. The bedspread came with him, clenched tightly in his hands.

Trey lined up his dick with Smoke’s hole, bumping against the puckered flesh gently. Smoke moaned and pushed back at him. “I want you inside me.”

“Take it easy.” Trey leaned forward with gentle pressure, and suddenly the head was in. Smoke gasped and squirmed, his muscles working frantically to adjust. Trey held still, although the urge to fuck was almost overwhelming. He knew that moment of erotic pain, knew how the burn turned slowly into a euphoric fullness. He waited for Smoke to relax and accept him.

“Go on.” Smoke pressed his ass back into Trey’s palms in silent invitation.

Slowly, Trey slid inside. The tight channel set his cock on fire inch by inch, sucking him in greedily. With his chest pressed against Smoke’s back, he grabbed on to Smoke’s hands, holding him in place. Smoke dropped his head to kiss one of the hands holding him captive. Trey bit into the tender spot between Smoke’s neck and shoulder as if he wanted to rip his flesh, suck it inside himself. Smoke hissed and reared his head back but didn’t pull away. Trey swiped his tongue soothingly over the spot in mute apology. Salty. Delicious.

Trey pulled back slowly and then slammed his cock inside. In response, Smoke groaned and tilted his ass up to give Trey better access.

A drop of sweat dripped off Trey’s chin and glistened like a tiny jewel on the smooth skin of Smoke’s back.

Trey start to glide in and out slowly, intensely aware of how Smoke reacted to every thrust, but the pressure on his shaft was too much to resist, and he started pumping Smoke harder and faster.

“Oh fuck!” Smoke clawed the sheets, and with a superhuman effort, Trey managed to stop himself. He kissed the back of Smoke’s arm. “You all right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m all right,” Smoke gasped out. He turned his head to the side, enough so Trey could see his profile.

Trey stood upright, his hands on Smoke’s hips. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

Smoke grinned, though his brows were knit. “It’s a good hurt.”

His cock still buried deep inside, Trey reached under Smoke to rub a soothing circle on Smoke’s chest. He pulled Smoke up onto his knees and against his own chest. “Better?”

“Yeah.” Smoke reached back and held on to Trey’s thighs to brace himself. “Fuck me.”

Trey circled his arm around Smoke’s waist and started to thrust slowly. Smoke let his head fall back against Trey’s shoulder, moaning continuously. Trey marveled at his lack of self-consciousness. He pressed his face against Smoke’s, feeling the sound of his moan vibrate against his cheek. Although they’d fucked often, Trey had never felt as connected before, as if they were really a “they.”

When Smoke tightened up on him, he pushed Trey a little too close to the edge. He didn’t want to come yet. Hell, he never wanted to come if he could stay inside Smoke. Fighting the urge to thrust mindlessly until he came, Trey pulled out slowly and reached around to grab Smoke’s cock with a little thrill of pride. Guys didn’t always stay hard while they were being fucked, but Smoke was, and his cock dripped with precome.

Smoke turned in his arms to face him, their erect cocks battling playfully like swords. Smoke kissed him, and Trey parted his lips in invitation. Smoke cupped his face, holding him still while probing deeply with his tongue.

They kissed for a long time but finally had to break for air. Smoke was smiling.

“Ride me,” Trey ordered, his voice rough. “I want you to ride me like a fucking bull.”

When Smoke tugged at him, Trey let himself fall onto the mattress on his back. His cock stood proud, pointing straight up, and he clenched his groin muscles to make it sway invitingly. “Sit on it.”

His lips parted, breathing hard, Smoke watched Trey’s cock closely. Then he grinned. “I’m gonna mount up.”

Trey grinned back and wiggled his cock with his hand. “I’m a-waiting.”

Smoke walked closer on his knees. He swung one leg over Trey’s groin to straddle his hips. “No rope.”

“I’ll try not to buck you off.”

Smoke grinned. “I think I can make the whistle.”

Trey smacked his ass lightly. “Cover that bull.”

“Do my best.”

In all the time they’d been fucking, they’d never done it this way before. Probably in too much of a hurry. The chill of the air on his cock made Trey impatient. He thrust up and jabbed Smoke with it.

“Wait for the gate to open,” Smoke teased.

On his knees, Smoke leaned back, supporting himself with one hand while he found Trey’s cock behind him with the other. He used Trey’s erection to spread his cheeks, rubbing it over his hole. Watching Smoke and feeling the tightness of his fingers wrapped around him, Trey was as hard as steel. He gasped at the sheer heat as Smoke’s flesh engulfed Trey’s cock.

Once completely seated, Smoke looked surprised at first, and then he smiled. Watching that beautiful face blossom with fearless joy filled Trey with confidence.

Smoke’s thigh muscles flexed when he lifted up, and he smiled down at Trey, his eyes soft and glistening. His torso undulating, pelvis thrusting forward on the down stroke, the way Smoke rode him mimicked the motion of riding a bull perfectly.

Trey dug his fingers into Smoke’s hips and fucked up into him hard, straining to get as deep inside as he could, as if that would somehow cement them together.

Smoke’s mouth dropped open in surprise. He lunged forward to take Trey’s lips in another kiss. Trey grabbed his buttocks and held Smoke still. He drove up inside Smoke, hard and fast. When he found the spot, Smoke’s eyes rolled back, his mouth open in silent ecstasy.

It was too much and not enough. Trey pulled out suddenly and pressed on the base of his cock to control himself. “Turn over.” He pushed Smoke off him.

“If you pull out again, I’m going to think you don’t like me.” But Smoke was smirking up at him, as if he knew Trey’s secret.

“Oh shut up.” Trey shoved a small pillow under the base of Smoke’s spine. Then he grabbed Smoke’s thighs to pull him closer and lifted his legs. When Trey guided his cock into him, Smoke dug his heels in Trey’s ass, pulling him in deeper. Trey grabbed Smoke’s cock and stroked it in time to his thrusting.

Smoke rolled his head from side to side as Trey drove into him. Trey leaned forward to kiss him and stopped fucking for a moment. He bent Smoke almost double as he leaned over him, and Smoke spread his legs even wider, pressing Trey’s sides with his powerful thighs.

“Do you want to come?” Trey gave him a single hard thrust.

Smoke moaned in need. “Oh yeah… oh God….”

“Say my name.” Another jab.

“Trey, oh yeah, Trey, give it to me….”

Trey drew back and pounded his cock home, surprised when Smoke moaned and clamped down tighter, shuddering through his orgasm. As each pulse of come erupted, Smoke’s hole clenched tighter around Trey’s cock, demanding his climax. Trey was too close. He couldn’t do this.

He pulled out so fast Smoke winced. He’d barely grabbed his cock before he was immediately submerged by waves of ecstasy. His eyes shut tight against the orange flares exploding in his head, and his body arching back as he came, Trey’s muscles tensed and quivered with the strain. Trey slowly let himself down next to Smoke, his balls aching with emptiness.

Drifting in the most perfect bliss, Trey’s mind was blank. His body was heaving for air, and the drumming of his heart slowed. Smoke’s hand rested on his hip bone, fitting over the curve as if it was made for that purpose alone. His fingers traced a pattern on Trey’s skin.

“Hundred-point ride,” Trey murmured.

The bed shook with Smoke’s laughter. “Fifty for the bull, fifty for the rider?”

Trey grunted. “Sixty for the bull. This ain’t my first rodeo, bucko.”

“You did give me a good ride, but I contributed too.”

“You did at that.” Trey nuzzled Smoke’s neck. “I need another shower.”

Smoke sniffed at his armpit. “Think we both do.”

Trey didn’t want to get up. He wanted to stay there holding Smoke for the rest of his life, but Smoke pulled away from him. He got up and held out his hand to Trey.

“Let’s go. Or can’t you get up under your own power?”

“Hey, the rider doesn’t throw the bull.” He allowed Smoke to haul him to his feet.

It was too soon to be aroused again, but Trey wrapped his arms around Smoke in the shower and they stood still, allowing the water to flow over them.

Back in bed, a little damp and chilled from the air-conditioning blowing over them, Smoke cuddled closer. Trey fell asleep thinking how right Smoke felt in his arms.

“HOPE I
can ride today.” Smoke rubbed the seat of his jeans. “Drilled two nights in a row. That’s never happened before.”

“It’s only eight seconds.” Trey gave him a smug grin. “If you could cowboy your way through assless chaps to make the whistle, you can do this.”

“Not quite the same thing.” Smoke stomped his boots on. “What do you want to bet I score big today?”

“In the ring or in bed?”

Smoke leered at him. “Both. I feel a winning streak coming on.”

“Funny, so do I.”

“Want to make a small, friendly wager?”

“Whoever loses rides tonight.”

A touch of evil glinted in Smoke’s grin. “Only two more rides between me and my buckle.”

“You mean my buckle, right?” Trey fastened his belt and gave the buckle a quick polish with his sleeve. He’d won this one only a month ago, but Smoke hadn’t been at that event to compete for it. Usually when they went head to head, Trey gave it up to Smoke. Nerves, maybe. But Trey couldn’t shake the feeling that he was riding a big lucky streak this weekend.

Smoke took out a coin and tossed it. He clapped his hand over it without looking. “Heads you pay for breakfast.”

“Done.”

Smoke’s face cracked Trey up. “Tails. Lucky dog. Maybe I better rethink our bet.”

“Too late now. Come on, I’ll buy the coffee.”

WAITING FOR
their event, Smoke had been too restless to ride the planks all day. Either that or he was giving his ass a break by staying on his feet.

While Dolly and Trey sat in the stands with Alex and discussed the habits of various bulls during their outs, Smoke drifted around. Trey tried to keep Smoke in his sights. Not that he was jealous or anything. He had no need to be. They weren’t boyfriends.

Still, it was comforting to spot Rowdy Stetson alone in the stands opposite. He didn’t have to torture himself with images of those full pink lips wrapped around Smoke’s cock.

Finally, when the sun slanted low into the arena, it was time to ride some bulls.

“Who wants to watch one of these boys ride buck nekkid?” Miss Demeanor yelled.

The men in the stands whooped and hollered while the ladies held up their end by booing.

“I meant Buck Nekkid, the bull. Sorry if I misled you.” Miss Demeanor didn’t sound at all sorry. “And you’re lucky tonight. First up, Trey Stuart will be riding Buck Nekkid. In the interests of Trey getting the best shot at his ride, the organizers have reluctantly decided to let him keep his clothes on, although now that we know what he’s packing under there, maybe he’ll give us another victory dance in his saucy lingerie if he makes the whistle!”

Again, the men roared with approval. The spang of metal cut through the din when a group of bears in the first row started banging the steel rail with their toy axes.

“I guess they like you,” Smoke said.

“Damn, I drew first spot again.” Trey scowled up at the monitor showing the riding order.

“What does it matter?” Smoke asked.

“I like to know how much I need to win when I ride.”

“You gotta ride to win, no matter when you go. If you ride not to lose, you lose.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know your philosophy. Maybe it’s just butterflies.”

“Well, someone has to go first. It’s the luck of the draw. Besides, what difference does it make? You still got to cover your bull.”

Reluctantly Trey grinned. “I know. Call me superstitious, but I never win when I ride first.”

“You won yesterday. You won in Omaha last year.”

“How in the hell did you remember that?”

Smoke grinned and shrugged. “Come on, I’ll help you get ready.”

“Don’t you want to win?”

“Sure I want to win. I wish every one of us could win, but if I don’t, I want you to win instead.”

Interesting. Winning was so important to Smoke, Trey never suspected he felt enough camaraderie with any of the other riders to worry about whether they won or not.

Trey climbed up the rail and swung his leg over, hesitating only for a moment before he sat down. The bull was so big it really filled up the chute, but Buck Nekkid was quite calm, standing completely quiet to allow Trey to get set.

The comfort of Smoke’s hand gripping the back of his vest helped settle the butterflies. The confidence in Smoke’s face told Trey that he fully expected him to make a good ride.

“Here’s for that buckle, T-man,” Smoke said.

Trey nodded. “Let ’er buck.”

When the gate popped open, the bull’s muscles bunched under him like bands of steel right before it rocketed out of the chute as if shot from a gun. The raw power of the first jump launched them high up into the air. Trey was stunned by the height; the bull must have cleared the fence, and the fence was six feet tall. He’d never been up that high on the back of a bull before, but what goes up must come down. If the takeoff threw Trey back on his pockets, the drop and hard landing almost jolted him off over the bull’s head.

Desperately, he tightened his abs and flung his free arm back behind him wildly to stop his forward motion. The bull jerked on the rope again, and Trey bent forward at the hips enough to gain a little slack, just barely missing a slap. Even though the ride was rough and every jolt rattled his bones, Trey started to grin when he felt the bull stretch out under him and hump his back. Buck Nekkid jumped up and twisted its back end in midair in an attempt to pop Trey off.