Long Haul Love (Trucker Love #1)

Chapter Twelve

Shepherd was stunned when, instead of falling over him and getting busy, Brogan grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the bed. He then pulled him along behind him toward the single door across the room.

“What are you doing?”

“We need a shower,”

he said, flipping on the light in the bathroom.

“But I want to fuck,”

Shepherd whined as his man released him and bent to take off his boots.

Brogan ignored him and continued stripping off his clothes.

With a frown, Shepherd toed off his sneakers and then reached for the hem of his t-shirt.

“Get undressed and in the shower. We’ll see what develops from there,”

Brogan said with a wink and a grin.

“Ah, multitasking,”

Shepherd said as he tossed his t-shirt to the floor and attacked the fastenings of his jeans. He was naked in a few seconds and stopped to look around the room. It was larger than any bathroom in any home he had ever been in. While the fixtures were nice, it was the fact that there was both a shower and a bathtub big enough to hold a party that took up most of the space that impressed him. The toilet was tucked around a corner and there were two sinks and a huge mirror along the opposite wall.

In a minute, Brogan had pulled towels out of a linen closet behind the door and had turned on the water in the shower.

Shepherd stepped into the shower and slid the door closed behind him. “This is nice,”

he said as he moved in close behind Brogan.

“Thanks. We each met with the designer when we were planning our rooms. If there’s something you don’t like, we can change it. Well, except for the size of the bed, and the television.”

“We can talk about that, later,”

Shepherd said, grabbing the bar of soap from the little shelf in the corner. He built a lather in both hands then returned the soap to its shelf and smoothed his hands down Brogan’s torso to the hard cock poking at his belly. He took his time smoothing the bubbles over his cock and balls before sliding his fingers between the man’s legs and washing the crack of his ass.

Brogan’s quick inhalation told him he was doing the right thing, but he was a man on a mission, wanting to get them both clean and out of here before either of one of them exploded. They were still in the getting-to-know-you stage of this relationship, and he could not wait to feel Brogan’s cock filling his ass up once again.

One he had thoroughly washed the front, he grabbed the soap and repeated the procedure on his back, taking his time massaging the man’s ass for nearly a minute before kneeling and washing his legs.

“Rinse,”

Sheperd said as he rose to his feet.

He watched in awe as Brogan rinsed away the bubbles. The man then wet his hair and quickly washed it before turning his attention his way.

It was pure sexual torture when Brogan gave him a similar treatment. On the road, they had shared shower rooms but never shared the shower. Now, with Brogan’s hands running all over his body, washing him thoroughly, all Shepherd could think about was getting Brogan’s big cock in his ass again.

Finally, Brogan rinsed his hands in the waterfall coming from high on the wall. “Rinse off and do your hair, Hoss,”

he said, his deep voice even deeper and rougher.

Shepherd quickly wet and washed his hair, once again wondering if maybe he should get it cut short. But as crazy as it seemed, longer hair made his curly hair a little easier to deal with. And when he got tired of it, he would pull it back into a ponytail or a messy bun.

Once he was finished, he turned off the water and turned to look at the man who had captured his heart. “So, what now, big boy?”

“Now we go to bed,”

Brogan said, opening the shower door and grabbing a towel.

He took his time drying Shepherd before quickly wiping himself dry. Then he took Shepherd’s hand and led him back into the bedroom. A visit to the nightstand yielded lube and several condoms.

“Is this when you fuck me until I can’t walk a straight line?”

Shepherd could not help but tease, even though each time Brogan fucked him left him feeling boneless and not good for anything productive.

“No, Hoss. This is where you fuck me until I can’t walk a straight line.”

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From Shepherd’s sharp inhalation, Brogan knew his words shocked the man. Now that they were off the road for an extended period of time, he could handle having a sore ass. And after touching, licking, and looking at the monster Shepherd packed, Brogan knew he would not be able to sit comfortably for a while, which was why he waited until now.

Shepherd’s mouth dropped open and he licked his lips before he whispered, “You want me to fuck you?”

Brogan pulled the man close and wrapped his arms around him. “If this is going to be an equal partnership, we both need to give and receive the love, don’t you agree?”

“Okay,”

Shepherd said before taking a breath, “but I’ve never given before. What if I do it wrong?”

“Hoss, there’s no way you can do it wrong, unless you slam in and don’t give me time to adjust to this monster before you start pounding away,”

Brogan said with a chuckle. He reached between them and stroked his hand up and down the man’s cock.

“Okay. I can do that. Or rather not do that. No problem. So, how do you want to do this?”

The next minutes were a learning experience for both of them. Shepherd learned how to stretch Brogan, and Brogan learned how much he liked having Shepherd’s fingers in his ass. It was a win-win.

When he felt he was loose enough, he looked over his shoulder and said, “All right, Hoss. Glove up and fuck me with that baseball bat of yours.”

He had decided he would lay over the end of the bed and Shepherd would enter him from behind.

He rose up and looked over his shoulder so he could watch Shepherd prepare to take him. He had never thought rolling on a condom could be a sexy sight, but watching Shepherd made his cock twitch. He wondered how he was going to survive the next few minutes without his head blowing off.

“You’re sure about this,”

Shepherd said as he moved in behind him.

“Yes, I’m sure,”

Brogan assured the man before turning around and laying himself across the bed.

He took slow, deep breaths and worked to relax his ass in order to let the man in. The cool lube Shepherd had used helped, but it was still a challenge to keep from clenching down when the wet tip of the other man’s cock pushed into his back hole.

He tried disconnecting his head from his ass, though it was difficult. Shepherd filled him almost painfully full, and they both released a sigh when the man’s thighs pressed against his ass. He was fully seated, and Brogan had never felt so full before.

He also had never felt so aroused before.

“Move, Hoss,”

he whined. He knew he was begging, but he needed more to drive him over the edge he was teetering on.

“I’m afraid to,”

Shepherd said in a soft tone. “I need more time to calm my nuts before I try to move and blow my load immediately.”

He understood where the other man was coming from, but he needed more. “Take three deep breaths and that’s all I’ll give you before I start fucking you with my ass.”

Shepherd’s soft laughter helped relieve the tension, and after they each took several deep breaths, he pulled back until only the head was in. Then he reversed direction and move just as slowly, filling him once again.

Brogan allowed him to go slow and easy for several strokes before he got demanding once again. “Faster, Hoss. Harder. I need more.”

Shepherd grunted but moved faster. Each stroke was a bit faster and harder until the man was pulling out almost before Brogan realized he was full of cock.

But still Brogan could not find the trigger. Not until his man reached around his hip, grabbed hold of his cock, and began jacking him. Then he shot over the peak and into nirvana with a shout that harmonized with the one Shepherd gave as he slammed home one last time and filled the condom that separated their bodies.

Shepherd dropped over him as if boneless, and breathed, “So damn good.”

Brogan smiled because he knew exactly how the other man felt.