McLeod, Anitra Lynn - Dirty Cowboy (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) (6 page)

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to hold very still.”

“That’s not doing something,” Dalton groused.

“If you don’t hold still, I can’t do what
I
want.” Everett eased himself between Dalton’s legs. As much as he wanted to fill him in one long thrust, he wouldn’t. Virgin or not, Dalton deserved to be touched with the greatest of care. Everett didn’t pamper him because of what someone else might have done to him. Everett took his time because he wanted to show Dalton how good they could be together. He wasn’t going to enter him until he knew Dalton was good and ready. Preferably tossing, turning, and begging like he’d been earlier.

Clearly anticipating penetration, Dalton gave a confused groan when Everett lifted his spread legs, and pushed on the back of his thighs until they were pressed almost against his chest.

“What are you—oh.”

As soon as Everett’s hot breath caressed Dalton’s parted cheeks, he stopped talking and he stopped squirming. Instead, he grabbed his own legs, right at the back of his knee, and held them up so Everett could focus all his attention on his ass.

Using only his breath, Everett held Dalton in thrall. He had yet to touch the now overly sensitive puckered flesh of Dalton’s bottom, but he was thinking he might not have to.

“If you don’t calm down, you’re going to blow your load before we even get started.” Everett kept his mouth tantalizingly close while he spoke, which only ratcheted up the tension. Hell, if Dalton didn’t calm down, Everett feared they both were going to climax without a touch to their shafts.

Just when Dalton had endured about all he could, and was surely convinced contact would never come, Everett lowered his head and flicked his tongue right across his hole. Damn it all if he didn’t taste sweet there, too. What was even sweeter was the sound Dalton made. High, breathless, and utterly enraptured, Dalton’s cry was just the kind of noise Everett had always wanted to compel from another. Emboldened, Everett licked him again, and again, until the sound he made was almost plaintive.

“You like that?”

“Yes,” Dalton said, holding himself wide, silently asking for more.

Pleased, Everett licked him while easing his finger inside with plenty of slicking saliva.

Dalton moaned so low and deep he almost shook the wagon.

“You like that?” Everett eased another finger inside the tight ring of flesh.

Dalton whimpered and spread his legs even wider. “I want you inside me.”

That was exactly what Everett wanted to hear. He’d been afraid that whoever left him here had hurt him before dumping him off, but from the incredible tightness of him, he thought Dalton was a virgin. Anticipation caused quivers to prick across Everett’s flesh. Just the thought of filling his sweet, tight channel with his aching cock had him shaking. He’d longed before, and he’d been swamped with raging desire, but this was different. This feeling was just as powerful but kinder, gentler. He wanted Dalton completely but only if he was ready.

“Please, Everett.” Holding his legs wide, Dalton lifted his head so he could look down. “I want you hard and hot inside me.”

When he was sure Dalton was good, wet, and ready, Everett rose up over him, balancing his weight on his arms. He angled his hips so his cock pressed right against his thoroughly teased hole. Slow-building tension had them both in a state of almost excruciating expectation.

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

Dalton didn’t answer with words. He let go of his legs, wrapped them around Everett’s hips, and pulled him down.

Everett’s cock slid into him as if their bodies belonged together. Dalton’s body was hot and crushed around his shaft, clinging to his cock.

“My God.” Everett lowered his lips to Dalton’s and kissed him. “I’ve never felt anything as good as you.”

“Good?”

“Beyond good.” Everett nuzzled his nose to Dalton’s. “Snug. Hot. Clutching around me so perfectly. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Even in the dark, Everett saw Dalton’s beaming smile.

“You feel good inside me.” Dalton tightened his legs. “I thought it might hurt, but I feel only pleasure.”

“That’s why I teased you so long.” Shaking his head, Everett kissed him then eased back. “I’m not gonna last.”

“That’s okay, we can go again. And again.” Dalton kissed him so soundly he took his breath clean away.

Everett had never felt anything as good as being balls deep inside this man. When Dalton’s cock smoothed against his belly, he readjusted his opinion.
This
was the best feeling he’d ever had. Everett had thought that earlier he’d found blissful completion, but that was before he’d mounted Dalton.

Dalton wrapped his strong legs around Everett and tightened his ass around his cock while their bellies worked against Dalton’s prick with each thrust that they made. What started slow turned frantic, and the more Everett tried to ease back, the more Dalton urged him to ride.

“Fuck me, dirty cowboy.” Dalton gripped his legs tight around his hips. If he’d been wearing spurs, they would have dug right into Everett’s butt. As it was, Dalton was getting in some good urging flicks with his naked heels.

“What’d you call me?” Rising up by extending his arms, Everett loomed over Dalton in the dark.

“I called you a dirty cowboy.” Dalton stroked his hands up Everett’s arms. “Now prove me right.”

“You want dirty? I’ll show you dirty.” With a mighty flick of his hips, Everett thrust his cock deep into Dalton.

“More, cowboy. Give me more.”

Certain now that playing rough was exactly what Dalton wanted, Everett did his best to be the dirty cowboy his lover needed. While hissing raunchy words into Dalton’s ear, Everett fucked him so hard they slid the makeshift bedroll toward the front of the wagon. When continuing on would mean jamming Dalton’s head into a mound of gear, Everett stopped.

“Don’t stop now!” Dalton let fly a string of profanity that damn near had Everett blushing.

“Get on your knees.” Pulling out, Everett got Dalton turned around and bent over one of the barrels filled with salted meat. After ordering him to hang on, Everett lined up his cock, but he didn’t plunge inside, not just yet. Pale moonlight gave the inside of the wagon a milky-mud glow and allowed Everett to see how Dalton looked back over his shoulder, watching.

“Spread your cheeks for me.”

Reaching around, Dalton did as he was told.

Everett slid back inside Dalton’s tight channel with a sigh that Dalton echoed. They picked up right where they had left off. The only problem was giving Dalton’s cock some attention. That problem was solved when Everett rested one hand on the barrel edge to steady the thing from rocking, and reached his free hand around Dalton’s hip and grasped his cock.

“You’re close,” Everett said, feeling the slickness at the crown of Dalton’s prick when he palmed him. “Don’t you come until I say.”

Nodding agreement in time to Everett’s thrusts, Dalton braced himself against the barrel and the edge of the wagon. Frustrated at the way the barrel kept rolling and dislodging his rhythm, Dalton pushed away from that and grabbed the edge of the wagon with both hands.

Riding him hard, using his grip on his cock to help keep Dalton’s hips at the perfect angle, Everett felt the inevitable rising up through his body.

“I can’t hold on much longer.” Dalton’s grip on the edge of the wagon was so tight his fingers looked white even in the dark.

“Come.” As soon as Everett spoke the word, they both erupted. They uttered simultaneous cries of release. When the last of the trembling thrusts left him, he gripped Dalton’s hips and pulled him against his chest.

Kissing his ear, murmuring his name, Everett maneuvered their bodies down onto the bedroll. There was something jammed into his hip, but he didn’t care. His body was spent, he had Dalton in his arms, and no matter what came at them tomorrow, they’d face it together.

Morning came and went, but they didn’t leave the shelter of the wagon until midday. Huddled together against the chill wind that drove sheets of rain, the only thing Everett had left their bed for was to retrieve his clothing and boots in the wee hours of the morn. If he’d left them out, they never would have dried.

Dalton suggested they make a name for themselves as the first naked cowboys, but Everett shook his head.

“I don’t want that kind of notoriety.”

“You don’t want to be famous?”

“Nope.”

Curled onto his belly, with his head cradled by his crossed arms, Dalton grinned at him. “What do you want?”

Lying on his back, Everett propped himself up a bit higher by stuffing his mostly dried pants behind his head. He’d never really thought about what he wanted. All he knew was what he didn’t want. Now, though, with Dalton in the picture, the possibilities were staggering. Still, without even giving the matter a tremendous amount of consideration, Everett thought he knew what he wanted, now that he had what he’d been looking for.

“I want a homestead. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere. A place where…” And here Everett trailed off. What if he spilled his heart only to find that his dream wasn’t Dalton’s?

“Where what?”

“Doesn’t have to be in the middle of nowhere, I guess. Just a place where I can live without having to explain myself to others. Where I can be at peace.”

“I’d like that, too.”

Dalton’s words eased the tightness in Everett’s chest.

“So…” Everett started then corralled himself. He wanted to get things straight between them, but he didn’t want to seem clinging.

“So?” Dalton prompted.

Cautiously, feeling his way along, Everett asked, “That mean you and I might stay together?” Damn. He sounded like he wanted to slap a brand on the man and claim ownership. And he did, but he didn’t want to scare him off. Just because the man had a moment of weakness and begged him to stay right where they were didn’t mean he would follow Everett anywhere he went. People said things in the heat of the moment that they ended up regretting.

“I told you that you and I have been seeking. Now we’ve found. What makes you think after all that I want to go back to bitter loneliness?”

“Well, hell, when you put it like that…” Everett trailed off this time because he leaned over to kiss Dalton.

Sweet and tender turned rough and demanding mighty fast. For a brief moment, he wondered if it would always be like this—crazy and fierce—or if they would eventually settle down. Not too much, but maybe just a bit so his cock wouldn’t get chapped from too much attention. Not that he minded so much. Not when the payoff was so spectacular.

When the storm passed and the sun came out, they left the wagon to make some grub, wash up in the spring, and debate where they were headed. Dalton insisted he wanted to stay right where they were, but Everett knew others would come. The greener cottonwood trees in a landscape of mostly dried vegetation were a big calling card that water was here.

“This spot is an oasis, which, like most things, means good and bad.”

“How so?”

“Well,” Everett said, settling back, “it’s good because there’s water and all we need to be happy here, but bad because other people will come. There is no way to stop them, not when we couldn’t lay claim to this land.”

After a long debate, a smattering of sexual persuasion, and a last night in the sweet spot, they decided to push onward to the next cow town, whichever one that might be. It would be nice to make it to Abilene, but he had no idea how far away Kansas was.