A contemporary cowboy M/M erotic romance with explicit language and sex scenes. Jayden Frost is a young city guy looking for escape but meets a mourning cowboy, Mal Ryder, in the Midwest, and ends up finding his fate.
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Rivers of Wind
A gay city boy looking for rest and escape. A mourning cowboy with grudges.
Jayden Frost has been through an ordeal and finds himself staying at a relative’s bar/diner in the mythical Midwest. He’s been gay all his life, but lately he’s been forced to question many aspects of his life, and there are hungry ghosts from the past haunting him.
Mal Ryder co-owns a local horse ranch. His kind sister invites Jayden to stay with them for the duration of the local customary horse and cattle auction. Mal finds himself drawn to Jayden, whose past is catching up to him. Inexperienced and unsure as to how to deal with his newfound emotions, Mal must find peace within himself to help Jayden be free from his demons.
Together they must overcome burdens of the past and dangers in the present to find true love.
“Oh, Jay, you feel so good.” Mal’s compliment was met with a bubbling giggle from Jayden’s sweet mouth.
Finally, Mal felt his thighs against Jayden’s ass cheeks and knew he was all the way in. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feel of being inside his lover so deeply and fully. His brain melted. No rational thoughts appeared through the bloodred haze. He couldn’t think past the need to come inside his lover—and to make him come, too. The ass muscles around Mal’s cock twitched and contracted as Jayden couldn’t contain his body’s aching needs, and the young man made little whimpering sounds that were like a sweet symphony in Mal’s ears. God, how badly he wanted to do this. To be with Jayden.
Jayden’s back arched. “Please, move, Mal. Please, move. Fuck me. Oh, please, fuck me.” His plea was made with a raspy, quivering voice that shattered at the end. He was so engulfed in sexual desire, and Mal loved the way the young man sounded, so eager, so vulnerable, so exposed. He wanted to give the young man pleasure.
Mal took a stronger hold around Jayden’s legs. He pulled his cock out, all the way to the edge of the young man’s anus, only the tip of his cock inside, and then pushed back in hard. Jayden let out a cry as his body tensed up, his back arched again, his head tilted back, and his hands made fists on the green grass. Damn, if that wasn’t the sexiest thing Mal had ever seen.
Pulling out again and pushing back in, Mal began to fuck the young man in earnest. He both felt and heard his balls slap against Jayden’s ass as he moved in and out hard and fast. The rhythm seemed beyond his control. Some unspoken of basic need jerked the movements out of him, an excruciating external force pulling and pushing him to take what he so desperately craved. His whole body was taut and strung as he kept pushing in and out, Jayden moaning and panting underneath him. God, he wished he never had to stop.
* * * *
The grass was warm and slippery underneath Jayden’s back, and that odd sensation just made the feel of his lover’s grip on his legs and cock inside him that much more distinct. God, Mal’s dick inside him. It felt so freaking good. Mal was big and hot, and his thrusts made Jayden tingle and flutter all over, on his skin and inside his hole. He never wanted the moment to end.
Mal took a hold of Jayden’s right foot and flung it over his shoulders while shoving his left foot onto the small of his back. Then Mal dropped forward onto his left hand above Jayden, still pumping hard and fast the length of the young man’s hole inside with his cock, and with his right hand he began to stroke the young man’s pretty prick. Jayden moaned out loud as he felt his lover’s palm around his prick, pressing and squeezing and rubbing.
“Oh, Mal, so good. So fucking good. You make me so…oh…so hot.” Jayden’s impulsive statement was met by Mal’s rumbling laughter deep in his chest.
God, the man was a fucking god—a god of sex. Jayden’s dick was beading pre-cum in hot, white little pearls, and Mal smeared them away with his thumb every time he reached the tip, spreading it along the length of Jayden’s shaft with every stroke. Clearly Mal relished what he was doing since his fingers dug deep into his sensitive cut flesh, and Jayden figured his lover had never touched a cut dick this way. That was fine by Jayden, who ate it up, the special treatment.
Stunned by his lover’s touch, Jayden stared up at Mal, whose grin was smug and oh so hot. “You look pretty pleased with yourself—Oh, God!” Jayden was distracted by the waves of pleasure washing over him, and again Mal replied with a thundering chuckle.
Jayden was no newbie. He’d been butt fucked so many times he never thought he’d feel anything new about it again. Only someone new. But this was all that and more. It wasn’t the physical sensation that brought it on. It was because it was Mal. He touched Jayden through the skin and flesh, muscles and blood vessels, all the way to his heart. His lover wasn’t caressing his cock but smoothing over the cracks in his heart and pulling out the pain like he was pulling out cum from his dick. All the bad was washed away, and all that was left was the good.
* * * *
Mal could no longer hear the slap of his balls against Jayden’s skin, and knew that it was because his balls were drawn in tight against his body in anticipation of his release. He was so close to coming. The rhythm was heated now, hasty and intense, his cock buried to the hilt inside his young lover’s ass, again and again. He knew he couldn’t hold out much longer and pumped the pink prick in his hand even more vigorously.
“Oh, God, Mal, yes! Yes! Harder! Harder! Fuck me! Fuck me! Just like that! Oh, God! Oh!”