Dex swallowed hard. There was a promise in his cowboy's eyes that Dex was eager to explore. The light show kicked off, and Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar On Me" pounded through the speakers, making Dex's heart soar. His newest wet dream slowly turned, and Dex moaned, raking his gaze from the top of the black cowboy h
at down to a chiseled jaw, then farther down to a delicious set of abs Dex was dying to run his tongue over. God, he'd never wanted anything so bad. The large silver belt buckle set dangerously below the man's navel called to Dex, but not nearly as much as the sight of the exposed skin of his cowboy's hips.
Dex ran his tongue over his bottom lip before he raised his eyes. "You gonna give me a show, cowboy?"
His cowboy stepped off the stage and sauntered over, then stopped between Dex's knees. He straddled Dex's lap before slipping his fingers into Dex's hair to grab fistfuls of it. He tugged Dex's head back, exposing his neck, making Dex groan and his cock strain against his dress pants.
"Baby, I'm gonna give you a show you won't soon forget." His voice was almost a whisper, his lips hovering over Dex's.
Just when Dex thought he was going to be kissed, his cowboy licked a trail from under Dex's chin to over his lips.
He inhaled sharply. "Fuck."
"That comes later," his cowboy promised.
Dex grabbed his cowboy's hips and thrust his own hips up. His cowboy released a porn-worthy moan at the feel of Dex's hard erection, and Dex slipped his hands inside his cowboy's jeans to grip his ass tight. He leaned in, murmuring seductively, "You gonna ride me, cowboy?"
He received a sinful smirk before his cowboy got up and stepped back onto the stage. The quirk of those wide, full lips and the knowledge Dex was going to get ridden hard had him all but vibrating with anticipation.
And then Sloane started to move.
Sloane wasn't just dancing for him. He'd created an entire sexual fantasy, learned a whole routine, just for Dex. Had this been planned all along, or was it a last-minute decision? Either way, Dex didn't care. His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. Holy fuck. He'd never seen Sloane dance like that. Hell, he didn't even know Sloane could move like that. There was a sleek, smooth transition from one step to another, and he dropped to his knees and got up with ease. He took off his hat to reveal a sexy haircut, short on the sides and back, longer on top.
"You cut your hair," Dex said before he caught himself. He was such a dork. Here his boyfriend had created an elaborate fantasy, and he was getting dopey over Sloane's haircut.
Sloane winked at him before tossing his hat at Dex, who snatched it out of the air, then flipped it onto his head. He stood, smirking when Sloane crooked his finger and summoned him over. Dex happily obliged, taking Sloane's hand and stepping up onstage with him. Sloane jerked Dex up against him, his leg sliding in between Dex's. Their bodies were pressed together as Sloane started to move again. Dex wrapped his arms around Sloane's neck, smiling when Sloane lowered his head, their brows pressed together, meeting Dex's gaze. Man, he loved dancing with his sexy partner. Sloane wrapped one arm around Dex's waist, the other reaching for Dex's shirt tucked into his pants. The look of want in his eyes was going to make Dex melt.
"We've got the room to ourselves for the next hour," Sloane said, his low growl sending a shiver through Dex. "No one's going to interrupt."
Dex wrapped his fingers around Sloane's wrist and moved his hand down to the bulge in his pants. "Ride me, cowboy."
Sloane grabbed a fistful of Dex's shirt, then pulled him off the stage, spun him, and pushed him. The back of Dex's legs hit the banquette and he dropped down onto it, his heart pounding fiercely. He sat, mesmerized as Sloane slipped two fingers into his pockets and returned with what Dex assumed was a packet of lube. He tossed it at Dex, who caught it, his eyes never leaving Sloane as his hotter-than-hell fiance unbuckled his belt, then shoved everything down. Sloane removed his boots, then stepped out of what few clothes he had on. He straddled Dex's lap, and with a sultry smile, he took the cowboy hat off Dex and secured it back on his head.
Their eyes met, and Dex felt a swirling, thundering storm of desire and possession. Sloane sucked in a sharp breath, and Dex knew his eyes had changed. It was hard to control his new feral instincts where Sloane was concerned.
"Get ready for the ride of your life, cowboy." Dex brought their mouths together in a searing, bruising kiss, teeth gnashing, tongues tangling. Sloane scrambled to unfasten Dex's pants. He unzipped Dex, and Dex lifted his hips so Sloane could tug his pants down. His cock sprang free, leaking and ready. Sloane didn't bother with the buttons on Dex's shirt, yanking the sides open, buttons popping all over. He pushed it off Dex's shoulders and waited only long enough for Dex to pull his arms out before he was tugging Dex's T-shirt up and over his head, then dropping it to one side. He tweaked one of Dex's nipples, and Dex jerked beneath him.
Tonight was definitely surpassing all his expectations. Dex put his fingers to Sloane's lips, and Sloane sucked them into his mouth as he writhed on Dex, his breath as labored as Dex's. Tearing through the packet of lube with his teeth, Dex prepped Sloane as fast as he could with one hand while his free hand palmed Sloane's leaking cock.
"Do it," Sloane growled and leaned forward.
Dex shivered. He slicked himself up, and before he could exhale, Sloane was sinking down onto him.
"Oh fuck. Sloane," Dex half moaned, half groaned.
It was a slow start as Sloane moved torturously up and then down, rolling his hips when he was fully seated on Dex, only to do it over again, driving Dex crazy. Sloane was breathtaking. Everything about him, from his sculpted tanned body, the corded muscles of his arms, the mouthwatering abs, even the scar from one of the most terrifying moments of Dex's life, where he'd almost lost Sloane to an explosion.
Dex ran his hands up Sloane's torso reverently. No one could compare to Sloane, and no one would ever have all of Dex's love and affection the way Sloane did.
"You're thinking too much," Sloane murmured, bringing Dex's hand over his rock-hard cock. As promised, Sloane rode Dex like he was riding a bucking bronco. Dex was in serious danger of coming way too soon. He ran his hand up Sloane's chest, his fingernails scraping over Sloane's taut nipple. Sloane bucked, and Dex leaned in to flick his tongue over one pebbled nub. He licked, laved, and sucked before nipping at Sloane's skin, his other hand stroking Sloane's cock. Dex ran his tongue up the side of Sloane's neck, tasting his salty sweat-slicked skin, making Sloane groan.
"Fuck me, Dex." Sloane grabbed another fistful of Dex's hair and jerked his head back. He kissed Dex within an inch of his life, stealing his breath and setting his blood on fire. Dex dug his fingers into Sloane's hips as he drove himself into Sloane time and time again, the sound of skin slapping skin mixing with their labored breaths, moans, and whimpers.
"Baby, I can't wait to marry you," Sloane said against Dex's lips, breathless.
Dex grinned and thrust up hard, making Sloane gasp, then curse under his breath. "After I come inside you, I want you to fuck my mouth." Sloane made a sound between a groan and a whimper that sent a tingle through Dex.
"Dex," Sloane gasped, closing his hand over a fistful of Dex's hair and gripping tight. Dex lost his rhythm, pounding into Sloane as he held on, his muscles tightening as his release exploded through him, his mouth covered by Sloane's to stifle his cry. When Sloane's ass had milked every last drop from Dex, Sloane slumped against Dex, who wrapped his arms around Sloane as they both worked on steadying their breathing. Dex absently rubbed circles on Sloane's back as he softened and pulled out. He left little kisses on Sloane's shoulders, smiling at the contented sigh Sloane released.