Wild Trail (Clean Slate Ranch #1)(53)

“My beer.”

Wes squawked.

*

Mack couldn’t hold back another belly laugh. Winding Wes up was becoming his new favorite thing. Even though getting that tongue stud against his dick was a top priority, he couldn’t avoid the tease. Besides, Mack was the one suffering from the weird mint/beer combo in his mouth.

Wes crossed his arms and adopted that adorable pout Mack kind of loved. “Just for that, I’m not sucking your dick tonight.”

“That’s just fine, boss.” Mack stroked himself through his sweats. “Just means I’ll be balls deep in your ass a lot longer.”

“You seem to think a lot of your own stamina. Do I need to get an outside opinion?”

“You’ll be able to form your own opinion in a bit. Now get that fine ass on my bed.”

Wes shivered, responding to the direct order. He walked slowly, though, wiggling his ass in a way that made Mack want to smack it once or twice. Wes knew how to use his body to seduce, and Mack couldn’t wait to use it a little himself. He wanted to wind Wes up, get him desperate for Mack’s cock, and then make them both come like rockets.

Instead of simply sitting, Wes crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees, presenting that ass in a way that made Mack’s dick pulse. Desperate need to get inside of that ass and fuck Wes senseless—but first, he wanted to have a little fun.

Mack retrieved a condom and lube packet from his clubbing stash, then tossed them onto the bed by Wes’s hands. Shoved his sweatpants down and stepped out of them, mostly to mess with Wes’s head. He wasn’t ready for the main event yet. Mack knelt behind Wes, taking a moment to admire the big bruise he’d put on Wes’s lower back yesterday. Remembering how incredibly nuts Wes had gotten over that spot.

He bent over Wes and rubbed his beard over the mark, earning a sharp hiss from Wes. “This was my favorite part of last night,” Mack said. “Putting this mark here, making you crazy with just my mouth on your back.”

“Loved that, too. Hated you for it a little, but loved it more. I never knew I was so sensitive there.”

Mack licked the mark; Wes shivered, the skin on his shoulders and neck pebbling. As much as Mack wanted to drive Wes that crazy again, he didn’t want to go too far on already bruised skin and accidentally hurt Wes. So he went with his second favorite memory and pulled Wes’s taut cheeks apart. Rubbed his beard across Wes’s hole just for the gasp Wes let out.

“Seem to remember you saying how you loved feeling that between your cheeks,” Mack said. “Still true.”

“Fuck yes, that’s true.”

Mack wasn’t usually much for making his bed partners beg for what they wanted. He typically liked direct sex, two parties getting off. Wes made him want to pull out every bit of his inner toppy bastard and be “daddy.” Make Wes beg for his mouth and his beard, and for every dirty fantasy rolling around in that blond head.

Next time. Yes, there would be a next time.

He dragged his tongue from the back of Wes’s balls, across his taint and hole, and up to the top of his cleft. One long swipe that put Wes’s unique taste back on his tongue. And it got a soft, breathy gasp from Wes. Last night, Wes had said he was an incredibly oral guy. Mack hadn’t admitted that yeah, so was he, and he was going to enjoy the hell out of this rare chance to really rim a guy—a guy he liked a whole hell of a lot more than he probably should.

Eating Wes out took his undivided attention for a long time. Licking, then stabbing at his hole. Nibbling at the muscle, working it with his lips, teeth and tongue. Occasionally rubbing his beard over the sensitive spot, soaking in every noise Wes made. Every time he shivered and moaned and jerked. And Wes didn’t censor himself, which was refreshing. Then again, most of Mack’s hookups lately had happened in semi-public places. Getting a guy like Wes in private, with plenty of time to enjoy themselves?

Priceless.

Too bad he’d only have it for a few more nights.

He worked Wes until he could thrust his tongue inside, and then added a finger. Prying Wes open, preparing him, because Mack had a feeling once he was inside Wes, he wasn’t going to be able to go slow.

“Jesus,” Wes said. “Fuck.”

“Soon.” Mack could do this for hours, but Reyes was coming back at some point, and he’d rather have the main event conclude before that happened.

“Now, Mack, please.”

“Hmm.”

“Please.”

The second please did it every time. Mack rolled on the condom first, then ripped open the lube sachet. Pushed most of it into Wes with two fingers, which got him a gasp that lowered into a soft growl. Wes rolled his hips and fucked himself on Mack’s fingers a few times, before Mack pulled out and smeared the last of the lube onto his dick. Then he laid a teasing smack on Wes’s right cheek. “Up and at ’em, boss,” Mack said. “You’re riding.”

Wes glanced over his shoulder, those pretty blue eyes shining. “I’m riding, huh? Do I get to put a saddle on you first?”

Mack tapped his erection. “Saddle’s on. You ready to ride?”

“I honestly can’t decide if this conversation is sexy or ridiculous.” Wes stood, then gave Mack a shove onto his back. Climbed back on, his knees on the bed straddling Mack’s thighs, before Mack could get settled. Wes stroked Mack’s cock in a loose, lazy grip. “But there is something inspiring about riding my very own cowboy.”