Dirty Cowboy (MM)

Excerpt

ADULT EXCERPT

“You like that?”

“Yes,” Dalton said, holding himself wide, silently asking for more.

Pleased, Everett licked him while easing his finger inside with plenty of slicking saliva.

Dalton moaned so low and deep he almost shook the wagon.

“You like that?” Everett eased another finger inside the tight ring of flesh.

Dalton whimpered and spread his legs even wider. “I want you inside me.”

That was exactly what Everett wanted to hear. He’d been afraid that whoever left him here had hurt him before dumping him off, but from the incredible tightness of him, he thought Dalton was a virgin. Anticipation caused quivers to prick across Everett’s flesh. Just the thought of filling his sweet, tight channel with his aching cock had him shaking. He’d longed before, and he’d been swamped with raging desire, but this was different. This feeling was just as powerful but kinder, gentler. He wanted Dalton completely but only if he was ready.

“Please, Everett.” Holding his legs wide, Dalton lifted his head so he could look down. “I want you hard and hot inside me.”

When he was sure Dalton was good, wet, and ready, Everett rose up over him, balancing his weight on his arms. He angled his hips so his cock pressed right against his thoroughly teased hole. Slow-building tension had them both in a state of almost excruciating expectation.

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

Dalton didn’t answer with words. He let go of his legs, wrapped them around Everett’s hips, and pulled him down.

Everett’s cock slid into him as if their bodies belonged together. Dalton’s body was hot and crushed around his shaft, clinging to his cock.

“My God.” Everett lowered his lips to Dalton’s and kissed him. “I’ve never felt anything as good as you.”

“Good?”

“Beyond good.” Everett nuzzled his nose to Dalton’s. “Snug. Hot. Clutching around me so perfectly. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Even in the dark, Everett saw Dalton’s beaming smile.

“You feel good inside me.” Dalton tightened his legs. “I thought it might hurt, but I feel only pleasure.”

“That’s why I teased you so long.” Shaking his head, Everett kissed him then eased back. “I’m not gonna last.”

“That’s okay, we can go again. And again.” Dalton kissed him so soundly he took his breath clean away.

Everett had never felt anything as good as being balls deep inside this man. When Dalton’s cock smoothed against his belly, he readjusted his opinion. This was the best feeling he’d ever had. Everett had thought that earlier he’d found blissful completion, but that was before he’d mounted Dalton.

Dalton wrapped his strong legs around Everett and tightened his ass around his cock while their bellies worked against Dalton’s prick with each thrust that they made. What started slow turned frantic, and the more Everett tried to ease back, the more Dalton urged him to ride.

“Fuck me, dirty cowboy.” Dalton gripped his legs tight around his hips. If he’d been wearing spurs, they would have dug right into Everett’s butt. As it was, Dalton was getting in some good urging flicks with his naked heels.

“What’d you call me?” Rising up by extending his arms, Everett loomed over Dalton in the dark.

“I called you a dirty cowboy.” Dalton stroked his hands up Everett’s arms. “Now prove me right.”

“You want dirty? I’ll show you dirty.” With a mighty flick of his hips, Everett thrust his cock deep into Dalton.

“More, cowboy. Give me more.”

Certain now that playing rough was exactly what Dalton wanted, Everett did his best to be the dirty cowboy his lover needed. While hissing raunchy words into Dalton’s ear, Everett fucked him so hard they slid the makeshift bedroll toward the front of the wagon. When continuing on would mean jamming Dalton’s head into a mound of gear, Everett stopped.

“Don’t stop now!” Dalton let fly a string of profanity that damn near had Everett blushing.

“Get on your knees.” Pulling out, Everett got Dalton turned around and bent over one of the barrels filled with salted meat. After ordering him to hang on, Everett lined up his cock, but he didn’t plunge inside, not just yet. Pale moonlight gave the inside of the wagon a milky-mud glow and allowed Everett to see how Dalton looked back over his shoulder, watching.

“Spread your cheeks for me.”

Reaching around, Dalton did as he was told.

Everett slid back inside Dalton’s tight channel with a sigh that Dalton echoed. They picked up right where they had left off. The only problem was giving Dalton’s cock some attention. That problem was solved when Everett rested one hand on the barrel edge to steady the thing from rocking and reached his free hand around Dalton’s hip and grasped his cock.

“You’re close,” Everett said, feeling the slickness at the crown of Dalton’s prick when he palmed him. “Don’t you come until I say.”

Nodding agreement in time to Everett’s thrusts, Dalton braced himself against the barrel and the edge of the wagon. Frustrated at the way the barrel kept rolling and dislodging his rhythm, Dalton pushed away from that and grabbed the edge of the wagon with both hands.

Riding him hard, using his grip on his cock to help keep Dalton’s hips at the perfect angle, Everett felt the inevitable rising up through his body.

“I can’t hold on much longer.” Dalton’s grip on the edge of the wagon was so tight his fingers looked white even in the dark.

“Come.”