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He slammed in another half dozen times then stilled for a split second as the first pulse of his cum shot into the condom. Then he ground his hips against Salt’s ass through a few more jets of his release.
    And finally, Andy sighed and collapsed on top of him. His rough panting matched Salt’s as they lay there for a moment.
    “Damn, got to move,” Andy groaned. “God…”
    Salt winced when Andy withdrew his dick. Salt’s hole was definitely tender and sore. He felt well-fucked, and worn out. Kind of like he’d never move again. Hell, he couldn’t even open his eyes.
    The sound of Andy’s uneven footsteps made him grin. He wasn’t the only one who was fucked out. Salt squirmed and got his pants and underwear back up over his ass, then he pushed up enough to get himself sprawled on the bed. He was asleep before Andy ever even came back out of the bathroom.
    * * * *
    What the hell just happened? Andy leaned over the toilet with a hand against the wall as he took a piss. He was shaken to the soles of his feet by the intensity of what he and Salt had just done. And smacking the guy’s ass and dick? Shit. Shit! There was no doubt that Salt had liked it. The man had come buckets—well, he’d come a lot anyways. Andy was fairly certain Salt wasn’t used to some of the stuff Andy had just done to him.
    Fucking among them. Salt’s ass had been tighter than a banker’s purse strings. It’d driven Andy to the point of desperation, feeling those tight inner walls clenching, the fierce grip of Salt’s ring around his fingers, his cock, his tongue.
    And hell’s bells, Salt had tasted fucking divine. All man and sweat, it was one of Andy’s kinks, to be sure. It was a rare treat, because most of his hookups smelt like freshly showered male, not hard-working, rough, tough cowboy.
    Andy groaned as his dick twitched. He shook it off and flushed the toilet. Man, he was forever going to carry the image of Salt shoved down over that bed, his ass red, that tight, tight hole clinging around Andy’s dick. Never had Andy seen such an erotic sight.
    Never had he felt such pleasure. Almost crushing, really, because he was close to panicking over it.
    He didn’t want strings.
    But he didn’t want to never see Salt again, never fuck the man’s ass or mouth again. Never see that smile or the way Salt’s eyes lit up when he was having fun, or the way they went hazy when he was feeling lusty. Didn’t want to never sit and talk with him like they’d done the night before.
    Andy pressed a hand against his stomach. He was a damned mess. That was what he was.
    After he pulled up his pants and underwear, and tucked his cock away, Andy washed his hands and face. He felt inexplicably nervous, as if he’d never talked to Salt before. Like he was going to walk back into the room, and a stranger would be in there waiting for him.
    A glance in the mirror told him a different story. He didn’t recognise the man looking back at him, flushed with the evidence of his orgasm, lips swollen from kisses, from rimming Salt’s ass, from biting his own lips as he pounded away at Salt’s hole. Sated—even through the worry, Andy could see that he was sated, content and not in any hurry to pack his shit and run.
    Like I always do. But Salt’s been an anomaly all this time. He’s the only man I’ve cared to have two nights with, even if he won’t actually stay the night. At least since college, anyway.
    Maybe that was just because he hadn’t got to fuck Salt the night before. And because Salt had been the one to sneak off.
    Not sneak off. Andy shook his head and turned away from the mirror. Salt had left like all good one-night stands should do. Go without bitching and moaning or waking Andy up.
    God, he was an asshole.
    Andy swiped a hand over his chin. He was stalling, and that was dumb. Salt didn’t expect anything from him other than what he’d just got.
    It still wouldn’t hurt to make sure Salt knew that. They’d have a little chat,