Wild Trail (Clean Slate Ranch #1)(44)

Mack let out a loud moan that Wes felt in his balls. Going slow wasn’t usually in Wes’s repertoire, but holy hell, this was going to be fun. He ignored his own raging hard-on and concentrated on blowing Mack’s mind. Revealing more of Mack’s dick, inch by inch, rubbing that stud up and down his flesh. Urging more noises out of Mack, deep, guttural sounds of pleasure that made Wes’s hole clench with want. If Mack was this vocal over a blow job, how loud was he while fucking?

The thought nearly made Wes break his no fucking on the first date rule.

Nearly.

Mack held his hair tight enough to sting, so Wes redoubled his efforts, taking Mack to the back of his throat. Swallowing to get more of those awesome noises. Dragging the stud along Mack’s flesh. He was a mouthful in the very best way. Wes used his hands to play with Mack’s balls, stroke his taint, squeeze his thick ass cheeks. Cheeks he kind of wanted to bite, which wasn’t a typical impulse for Wes.

Hell, being with a guy like Mack at all wasn’t a typical impulse for Wes, but he was enjoying the hell out of the experience so far.

Wes pulled back, gave the head of Mack’s dick a kiss, then asked, “Do you have any hard limits?”

Mack frowned. “Like watersports?”

“Ew, no.” Wes shuddered. There was nothing sexy to him about being peed on. “You seem like a pretty toppy guy, so...”

“Ah. I’ll bottom when I’m in the mood, and my ex had some toys we’d play with, so a finger or two up my ass isn’t a dealbreaker.”

“Excellent.”

“You got any more questions, because I like you better when your mouth is full.” Mack spoke with such a sexy smirk that Wes didn’t take the comment as anything other than a gentle tease.

Wes slid his fingertips up and down Mack’s cock, doing his own gentle teasing. “I don’t know, I think I’d like to see how much I like you when your mouth is full.”

Mack used the fingers in his hair to tug Wes back to his feet, and then kissed him until Wes was dizzy from lack of oxygen. That thick tongue plundered his mouth in a simulation of fucking that had Wes’s balls drawing up tight.

“You’re overdressed,” Mack said when he finally released Wes.

Wes made quick work of his clothes, tossing them carelessly toward the upholstered chairs. As soon as he was down to his bare skin, Mack engulfed him again, kissing and stroking as he urged them toward one of the single beds. Wes had figured on them swapping blow jobs in the living area, but this was good, too. Even though he had no real reason to trust that Mack would adhere to Wes’s no-fucking rule, he did trust him. So much that it kind of scared him.

He shoved that fear away and relaxed into Mack’s capable hands, curious what the guy could do when he was in charge. Mack pressed Wes onto the mattress, his bigger body draped over Wes’s, and sucked along his collarbone, licking and nipping at the skin. Down to bite Wes’s nipples, which made Wes buck up against the thigh between his legs. A thigh not putting enough pressure on his dick, damn it.

Mack continued his oral exploration, taking time to lick across Wes’s abs, dipping into his navel, nibbling at the top of his pubic hair without touching his cock. He bit the sensitive spot where Wes’s hip and thigh met, and Wes yelped, desperate for some attention a few inches to the left.

Wes grabbed at Mack’s shoulders. “You gonna suck me or what?”

Mack looked up, his eyebrows furrowed, eyes sparking with something...the challenge Wes had just laid out.

Oh shit.

“Not yet, I’m not,” Mack replied.

In a move of surprising strength, Mack flipped Wes onto his stomach and lowered himself so Mack’s thick cock pressed against Wes’s ass. His knees caged Wes by the hips. Wes swallowed a quiver of anxiety over the position, but Mack simply started exploring again. Kissing along his shoulders and spine, leaving cool, damp spots all over Wes’s back. Down over his ribs. Right to the top of his ass, where he sucked the skin at the small of his back.

Wes arched, the new and unexpected erogenous zone flashing happy signals up his spine. “Oh God, yeah, right there.”

Mack made a sound more purr than growl, then proceeded to make Wes insane by biting and sucking on that spot. Wes bucked his hips, rubbing his erection against the blanket beneath him, needing that friction. Until Mack held him still with strong arms across his back and upper thighs, trapping him in the best kind of hell.

“Fuck!” Wes shouted before he could censor himself. “You’re evil! Stop. Oh my God, don’t stop.” He was going to have a bruise there later, and holy shit, who cared when his brain was so scrambled and his dick and balls ached so good?

When Mack finally stopped torturing him, Wes was gasping for air, his legs twitching, so desperate for release he wanted to weep. Mack tilted his hips higher up from the bed, and Wes was two seconds from telling Mack to grab a condom and go for it. Except Mack tried to kill him by parting Wes’s cheeks and licking his hole.

“Oh shit, yeah,” Wes said. Nothing made him crazier than a guy who liked to rim. So few of his past hookups did.

Mack pressed his mouth over Wes’s entrance, his beard abrading Wes’s sensitive skin in the most delicious way possible. The heat of Mack’s lips and tongue slowly drove Wes insane as he licked, stabbed and nibbled at Wes’s hole, playing with that spot and making soft moans of his own, while Wes surrendered. He was Mack’s to enjoy, and he was more than willing to turn his body over to this very capable man, who seemed to know exactly how to push all of Wes’s buttons.