Wild Trail (Clean Slate Ranch #1)(54)

My very own cowboy.

Mack liked that way more than he ought to, so he pushed the thought aside and concentrated on the long, lean body hovering over him. Knee-walking forward and planting one hand on Mack’s chest, while the other steadied Mack’s cock. Mack held onto Wes’s slim hips, wanting that tactile connection as Wes slowly lowered himself.

Pressure against the head of his cock gave way to slick heat. Wes worked himself down with gentle rocks of his hips, rising and lowering, head thrown back. Mack thrust up, curious, and was rewarded with a sharp gasp from Wes. And a glare. Wes took his revenge by leaning down and biting Mack’s nipple. Mack thrust again, and Wes soothed his nipple with that enticing silver ball in his tongue.

“Who’s riding who here?” Wes asked. “Give me the reins for a bit, daddy.”

Mack’s belly wobbled as it had every time Wes used that pet name. Calling Wes “boss” the first time had been a bit of slip and tease, but now...he liked it. And if Wes wanted to play the boss and top from the bottom, Mack would play along. He released his grip on Wes’s hips and folded his arms behind his own head, eager to give Wes control for a while. “Ride away,” Mack said.

Wes did, raising and lowering his hips in slow, circling motions, getting used to Mack’s girth. He trailed his fingers through the hair on Mack’s chest and abdomen, like he was petting a cat. Going easy for a while, and Mack let him do it. No sense in rushing toward the climax, because hot damn, he liked being inside of Wes.

Then Wes planted both palms on Mack’s chest, shifted his knees a bit, and started riding Mack for real. Harder and faster, his ass smacking against Mack’s pubes on every thrust, balls bouncing on Mack’s lower belly. Wes’s chest shined with perspiration, and he was taking deeper breaths, not quite panting. The wanton sight made Mack want to get back into the game, drive for a while.

He gave Wes a chance to wind down first, until Wes came to a stop, sitting on Mack’s lap, still full of Mack’s cock. “Jesus, you feel good in me,” Wes panted.

“You feel good on me. Don’t stop on my account.”

“Not. Gotta cramp in my leg.”

“In that case.” Mack dumped Wes onto his back. His cock slipped out, but that wouldn’t be the case for long. He arranged Wes with his knees hooked over Mack’s elbows, and then pushed back inside. Wes let out a long sigh as Mack’s hips met Wes’s ass. “Let daddy drive for a while.”

Wes’s eyes softened around the edges. He licked his lips, then let out a breathy, “Yes, please.”

Mack liked this position because it gave him room to kiss. He captured Wes’s mouth as he resumed fucking, loving the way that stud rolled over his tongue, his lips, inside of his mouth. Wes fit perfectly against him, pushing back against Mack’s thrusts, devouring his mouth, fingers dragging over Mack’s back and ass. Urging him on. Not like Mack needed urging. His balls started drawing up, so Mack slowed down. Didn’t want this to be over yet.

He altered his angle a bit, and he knew he’d found the right spot when Wes’s eyes shot wide. “Oh shit,” Wes said. “There. Fuck.”

Using this new knowledge to his full advantage, Mack slowed again, gentle rolls of his hips dragging his dick across Wes’s prostate. Milking the sensation for all it was worth as clear fluid pooled at the tip of Wes’s dick and left a shiny trail on his belly. Wes clutched at him, gasping, fucking writhing beneath him.

“You’re killing me,” Wes said.

“That’d be a damned shame.”

Mack pulled out of Wes completely, earning him a startled squawk. Before Wes could protest, Mack hauled him onto his hands and knees, pulled his cheeks apart and stabbed his tongue into Wes’s hole. Wes cried out, hips jerking hard. Mack held him still, ignored the taste of the lube and enjoyed himself.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me come.”

With a soft growl, Mack rubbed his beard over Wes’s hole once more, then draped himself over Wes’s trembling body. Pushed back inside Wes, happy to be there again. He reached around to clasp Wes’s dick as he began driving them both to orgasm. Wes spilled first, his body going crazy tight around Mack as he came. Mack caught most of it in his palm, and he used it to slick Wes’s dick, milking him until Wes pulled Mack’s hand away.

“Holy fuck,” Wes panted.

“Now that’s a compliment.”

Wes snorted. “You going to finish?”

“You sore?”

“Nope. Go for it.”

Mack nipped the side of Wes’s neck. It only took a handful of hard thrusts for Mack to fill the condom, his own orgasm ripping down his spine and tingling across his skin. Holy fuck was right. Mack stilled a moment, savoring the sensation of still being inside of Wes, before he reluctantly pulled out. Wes wilted to the bed, boneless and gasping. Mack curled up behind him, half-draped over Wes, breathing in the younger man. Enjoying how perfect it felt to hold Wes like this, and not pondering too hard on what that might mean.

They lay there for a while, simply existing, until it got too chilly for Mack’s damp skin. “Come on, let’s take a shower.”

“I don’t think I can move my legs,” Wes replied.

“Hah. I can barely move mine, but we’re both sticky, and my roommate could walk in at any moment and see our bare asses hanging out.”