Wild Trail (Clean Slate Ranch #1)(83)

“Duly noted. Lube.”

Wes dropped it on his chest. Mack growled, then poured some onto his fingers. “Rise up,” he said. Wes lifted up on his knees so Mack could push a hand beneath him. Circle his hole with those lubed fingers. Wes reached back to pull his cheeks apart, giving Mack more room to prep him, moving together as fluidly as a couple who’d done this for years.

Mack wanted to be doing this with Wes years from now, but thinking that far ahead was too big. Too scary. Living in this moment was easier.

One finger slid in easy, so Mack pushed in two, watching Wes’s face for any sign of discomfort. All he saw was arousal and bliss, so Mack gently fucked those fingers in and out of Wes, revving him up and getting him ready. He curled his fingers to brush over Wes’s prostate, and Wes whined. A goddamn sexy sound no one else was ever allowed to hear, and Mack kept at that spot until Wes was leaking clear fluid.

“God, fuck me now,” Wes begged. “Please.”

Mack couldn’t manage the condom with one hand, so he reluctantly tugged free to take care of the rubber. Smeared more lube on his length, then nudged Wes backward. Pressure against his cockhead gave way, and Wes slowly sank down, spearing himself on Mack.

Wes released a long, low moan as his ass came to rest on Mack’s upper thighs. Mack held him by the hips, waiting for Wes to adjust before urging him to move. Needing him to move, because Wes had all the control right now and the constant pressure around Mack’s dick was driving him a little nuts.

“God, I love your dick,” Wes gasped. He looked down at Mack, something unspoken and a little bit scary shining in his eyes. “You gonna say it?”

Mack wasn’t entirely sure what Wes meant. And then the scary thing turned into an amused sparkle, and Mack laughed. He loved that he could laugh during sex with Wes. “Ride ’em, cowboy.”

“Oh yeah.” Wes rose up, high enough for Mack’s cockhead to catch on his rim, and then sank back down. A long, slow glide that made Mack groan. He kept that awful, wonderful slow pace for a while, taking his time. Torturing Mack by tweaking his nipples and rubbing that tongue stud over his own lips.

“Feels so good,” Wes said. “Fuck.”

“You don’t speed up soon, this bronco is gonna buck you off and take over.”

Wes leaned forward, putting more weight on his knees, and kissed Mack, stroking that stud against Mack’s tongue. The position took pressure off Mack’s hips, giving him room to thrust up. Wes moaned into his mouth, but Mack wanted to hear it. He needed to hear it, because it had been too long since the last time. After this, even a day apart would be torture.

Mack cupped Wes’s cheeks and pushed his face back, basking in the sight of Wes’s red cheeks and panting mouth. Mack thrust faster. Wes gasped and groaned, making the loud noises Mack couldn’t get enough of. He didn’t give a shit if the whole apartment building heard them, because he needed Wes to fall apart. Needed to know he’d given Wes that.

Mack alternated fast and slow, taking his time until his abs burned from the strain of the position, but he needed more. Needed to show Wes how much this meant to him, how much Wes meant to him. He lifted Wes up and off, put Wes’s hands on the headboard, and then pushed back inside. Wes’s head dropped back, exposing the long column of his neck. Mack draped himself over Wes so he could lick and bite that pale skin as he fucked him, desperate to mark him. Claim this man he cared about so much. Wes didn’t censor himself, and neither did Mack. Their noises combined with the hard smack of skin on skin, and the occasional bang of the headboard.

“So good,” Wes panted. “Don’t stop.”

“Could do this all day.” Mack punctuated each word with a sharp thrust of his hips, then slowed. Changed the angle so he could scrape Wes’s prostate.

“Fuck!”

Mack reached around Wes’s waist to fist his leaking cock, using the fluid to ease his strokes. “You close, boss?”

“Yes. Oh fuck.”

“Good.” Mack was close, too, but he needed to get Wes off first. Needed to feel him come. He sealed his mouth to the side of Wes’s neck and sucked a new mark, branding him as Mack’s. Then he rubbed his beard over the sensitive spot, and Wes bucked.

Wes tightened around Mack’s dick as he came, shooting over Mack’s fist and the pillows. His body trembled as he came down, panting. Mack wrapped his arms around Wes’s waist and tugged him backward until he sat on Mack’s lap, still impaled by his cock. Wes’s belly contracted once.

Mack turned his head to kiss him, to show Wes how beautiful he was, how much Mack loved making him come.

“So good,” Wes whispered. “Fuck, Mack.”

“Hmm.”

“How do you want to finish? You can keep fucking me.”

As appealing as that was, Mack needed something else this morning. To mark Wes again, in a different way. To make his fear over their future together go away for a little while. He gently helped Wes rise up and off his dick. “Turn onto your back.”

Wes flopped over, the very picture of a well-fucked man with his flushed cheeks and hazy eyes. Mack knelt over his knees, stripped off the condom, and used some residual lube to jack himself. It didn’t take long, not with the way Wes was watching him, so intent and satisfied and...not in love, but very definitely in lust.

Can’t be love yet. Can it?