Wild Trail (Clean Slate Ranch #1)(45)

All of the pleasure and sensations started to overload his senses a little bit, and Wes gasped, “Fuck me. You can fuck me.”

“Am fucking you, boss.” Mack bit his left ass cheek. “And no, I’m not doing it with my dick tonight. You told me your limit, and you’re too far gone on endorphins for me to break that limit.”

Guh, why does he have to be such a gentleman?

It made Wes like the man ten times more for restraining himself, when the temptation to put his dick in Wes had to be overwhelming.

And then Mack turned back into an evil torturer and started eating Wes’s hole again, fucking him with his tongue while his thick fingers toyed with Wes’s balls. Wes whined, hating the sound, but damn it, he needed Mack to touch his dick. To get him off right the hell now before he internally combusted.

He hadn’t had this kind of sex in a long time. The kind that left him a strung-out mess, begging to come, because his partner had utterly destroyed his ability to do anything else. He’d expected fun blow jobs with Mack, but not this...not this sort of chemistry or passion, or the complete deconstruction of Wes’s body.

Mack landed a soft smack on each of Wes’s cheeks, before flipping him over again. “Jesus fuck, you’re so responsive,” Mack said. “I love your ass.”

“My ass loves you, too,” Wes kind of slurred. “Fuck meeeee...”

“Nope. Maybe next time.”

Oh good, next time. Yay!

Wes only half-registered Mack getting something from behind the pillow. The squirt of lube. A tiny part of his lizard brain hoped that meant fucking, even while he knew it didn’t mean that kind of fucking. Mack lubed up both their dicks, then pressed his big body down on Wes’s, their slick cocks lined up. Wes raised his legs and wrapped his ankles around Mack’s thighs, urging him when Mack started to thrust.

He tried to kiss Mack, who resisted at first, but Wes didn’t give a damn where his mouth had just been. Wes tugged him down, licking into Mack’s mouth, tasting them both there and loving it. Mack deepened the kiss, hips snapping harder, faster. Wes shouted into Mack’s mouth as his orgasm struck, shattering his spine and everything he thought he knew about sex.

Mack kept thrusting, chasing his own climax, eased by the new slickness between them. Wes held on, unable to do anything except feel as Mack used his exhausted body, until he finally shot between them on a long, harsh groan of satisfaction.

They kissed until Wes forgot how, his head lolling uselessly against the mattress. Mack nipped at his chin, then settled, half of his body draped over Wes. Both of them still breathing hard in the silence.

“Thank you,” Wes said, because he couldn’t think of anything else.

Mack chuckled, his left hand skating out to tweak Wes’s nipple. “For the orgasm? You’re welcome.”

“That, too.” Wes angled his head to meet Mack’s curious gaze. “Thank you for keeping your wits and respecting my limit, despite my heat of the moment pantings.”

“No problem. It’s why I like to talk a little before the sex happens. Didn’t do that once, and we both regretted it later. Sex shouldn’t be about regrets.”

“Agreed. No regrets here. None.” He tugged on Mack’s beard. “I particularly liked feeling this between my cheeks.”

“Guess I better not shave, then.” Mack winked.

That simple gesture, combined with Mack’s respect of his no-fucking limit, made Wes’s heart turn over in a strange way. He’d never felt so...seen by a sex partner before. Like he was more than just a way for the other person to get off. “Please don’t shave. We’re doing this again, right?”

Mack nipped at his shoulder. “I do seem to recall making a promise about fucking you properly.” He slid his hand between Wes’s legs, stroking in between his sensitized cheeks. “I do love that hole of yours an awful lot. Be a shame to give it up so soon.”

“Thank God.” Wes had no illusions of a relationship with the man, but hot damn, he’d have some mind-blowing sex with him while he could. Make some fantastic memories to take home with him to San Francisco.

Mack is totally going to become the gold standard for hookups after this.

“Come on, let’s take a shower,” Mack said.

“Do we have to?” He kind of liked lazing in bed with Mack in post-coital afterglow.

“Yes, unless you want Reyes to walk in on us with our junk hanging out.”

“Something tells me Reyes wouldn’t gossip about it if he did.”

“No, he wouldn’t.” Something oddly possessive passed through Mack’s expression. “Maybe I don’t want him to see you naked.”

Wes couldn’t help it. He fell for Mack a little bit, right then and there. He reached out to lightly stroke Mack’s beard. “Then I guess we should go take a shower.”

*

An hour later, Wes slipped out of Mack’s cabin and down the path to the guesthouse, thoroughly exhausted and completely pleased with himself. Shenanigans in the shower had gotten Wes hard again, so Mack had very thoughtfully helped him out with a hand job and a whole lot more kissing. Sure, Wes had a little beard burn he couldn’t hide, but it was so worth it.

Their entire interlude had been better than Wes imagined. Mack had given him so much more than a blow job, and he’d done so with a kind of respect Wes wasn’t used to from the guys he fucked. Sex with Mack was the very best kind of sex, and he was very much fixated on the next time. If Mack was that talented with his mouth, Wes couldn’t wait to see what the big cowboy could do with his dick.