These Colorado Boys - Sex Stories

These Colorado Boys

... Clearwater as Colorado itself. He’s been out here since he was a boy, Adriana five years younger than that. “I’m sorry to hear that, Chase. I hope that isn’t the case.”

Chase just kind of grins, hiding his own disappointment. He looks to the cows meandering about by the pen. “I gotta get ‘em in. It’ll only be a minute.”

Adriana hops off the fence. “Can I come?”

“Sure. C’mon.”

Chase gestures and makes room, helping Adriana up in the saddle as she rides in front of him on a slow Tennessee Walker.

The sensation of riding high on the horse with Chase brings Adriana an insurmountable amount of joy. A genuine smile shows under the hot summer sun. Chase is focused on the cows as Adriana takes it all in. This isn’t new. Adriana would ride up in the saddle with Chase like this, but they were barely more than kids back then, young people on the cusp of life.

Chasely’s hand slips along Addie’s hip, holding both of them sturdy as the horse picks up to a little trot. She bumps up against Chase, but neither seem to mind. Chase makes sure he takes the long way around the pen, wasting time with Addie’s soft hips ridding between his legs as the sun sets toward the distant mountains.

They make small talk while mounted, the cows finally penned and left behind as they ride. Chase is saying something about the next horse the family needs to purchase, Addie’s hand taking his before their locked fingers wrap around her waist. They’re hardly moving, the swaying grass being the ...

... only sound against the fading cicada. Addie leans back against Chase’s hard body. It’s a mix of body spray and day-long sweat, but somehow, it’s a great combination.

No one is expecting them back at the house. No one will look for them. No one suspects a thing.

All of these things play in Addie and Chase’s favor as they kiss on the tailgate of a new Silverado under orange and purple skies. She’s wearing his hat, not minding the way Chase cups her face, kissing both sides of her mouth.

Everything about Chase is exactly what Adriana needs in a man right now. He’s young and determined, passionate and giving, her heart racing as Chase’s hand slips under her shirt to find a toned waist.

Addie is a skinny thing, the smoothness of her hair the scent of shampoo and sensation of silk. Chase isn’t anything like those college boys. There’s something definite about Chase, about the way he touches her, about the way he tells her everything without an ounce of second guessing himself that he’s not good enough for her. She’ll give herself to him. It’s only a matter of time.

Shirts are undone and passions are boiling over by the time Chase leads Addie into the back of his truck.

No time is wasted. Neither are hiding their intentions with one another.

The shirts are tossed first. Addie’s bra is next.

With Chase cupping her soft breasts, Addie looks into his eyes with swollen lips needing to be kissed. Feeling him push up against her, Addie helps with his belt and zipper ...