Valentino's Cowboy [Brac Village 10] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (15 page)

Standing, Abe began to wrap the belt around his waist when Valentino grabbed his hands. “Oh no, hon.”

“But you said—”

“I want you to wear the belt, boots, and hat…nothing else.”

Abe gaped at his mate. Was he serious? He was going to look foolish as hell. “You want me naked?”

Valentino gave him a shitty grin as his chest rumbled with a low purr. “Not entirely. You’ll be wearing this stuff.” He waved a hand at the items that were pulled from the box. “Go in the bathroom and change. I want the full show.”

What show? Abe hadn’t a clue what Valentino was talking about. What did his mate expect him to do? Abe yelped when Valentino reached over and smacked him on his ass. “Go get dressed.” He chuckled and the sound slid over Abe like soft satin. No man had ever affected him this way before. It was as if Valentino was his own personal fantasy come to life. “Or should I say, undressed.”

Abe was about to grab his glass of wine and swallow the contents, but he wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. He was already feeling a bit woozy and if he was going to do this for Valentino, then maybe he needed to keep a clear head.

Or maybe he should be drunk off of his ass because he was nervous as hell.

Grabbing the items, Abe walked into the bedroom and closed the door. He set the stuff on the bed and examined the items a little more closely now that he was alone. His fingers ran over the belt and he liked how soft the leather felt.

He was going to be with Valentino a very long time. He needed to get over his shyness. This was a huge step for him. Abe had never played dress up before. Taking in a deep breath, he removed his clothing and strapped the belt around his waist. The material was light. It barely felt like he was wearing the thing.

Next he pulled the boots on. Valentino had gotten the perfect size. Glancing at the door, Abe bit his lip as he reached down and ran his fingers over the spurs, blushing when he heard the sound it made.

Lastly, he grabbed the hat and placed it on his head. He was dying to look in the mirror but didn’t have the nerve. Abe didn’t want to know what he looked like with his cock hanging out. His heart was already racing and his palms were so wet that Abe felt like he had dipped his hands in water.

But he was going to do this. Yes, he was.

Valentino wanted this and Abe had promised. Grabbing his shirt from the floor, Abe tried his best to wipe the moisture from his hands before he reached for the door knob. His hands were shaky as hell, but he opened the door and strolled down the hallway.

Abe paused right before the living room, his nerves pulled tight and the resolve he had just seconds ago, fleeing.

“Come on out, my little cowboy.”

The sexy voice made Abe shudder. It was deep, rich, and full of naughty promises that Abe was excited to have fulfilled and scared to act out. Wrapping his arms around his waist, Abe stepped out into full view.

Valentino’s eyes widened as he raked them over Abe’s body. It almost felt like the man had truly caressed him. He stood there, unsure of what to do. He felt foolish wearing these things.

“Hon, you are every goddamn fantasy I ever had and some I didn’t even realize I could envision.” Valentino sat there in the wingback chair, his right ankle crossed over his left knee, his wineglass in one hand as his eyes continually ran up and down Abe’s body. “Come closer.”

Abe took a few more steps, his good hand curling into a fist, his injured fingers trying to close. He glanced at everything but Valentino, wishing he could run back to the bedroom and get dressed.

Sneaking a peek at his mate, Abe noticed Valentino’s snap to his jeans were undone and his shirt was wide open. His hair was still sticking up in a sexy mess and his tongue was tracing his lips as if Abe were a snack.

Even his taupe eyes were darker, predatory. Abe felt a bit silly standing there naked while Valentino was fully dressed.

“Turn around.”

Abe swallowed and turned, nearly falling over his own damn feet. He caught himself as he slowly twirled. When he turned back to face his mate, he saw Valentino taking a picture with his phone.

“What are you going to do with that?” he asked, terrified someone would see him in this get-up.

“Don’t worry, hon. This is only for me. I want to be able to look at this picture any time I want and remember this moment.” Valentino sat the phone aside. Abe thought the man was about to stand, but instead, Valentino reached into his pants and pulled his cock free, his thumb tracing over the bulbous head. “Come suck me, hon.”

Abe moved, almost smiling when he heard the spurs jingling. As silly as he felt, he was also feeling rather sexy from the looks Valentino was giving him. The man looked like he wanted to eat Abe alive.

Dropping to his knees, Abe glanced up at Valentino and then his eyes dropped to the man’s large cock.

“Suck it, baby,” Valentino demanded.

Abe planned on doing just that and so much more. Valentino’s body was something to be worshipped and explored. The fine lines running along his mate’s ripped abdomen were definitely worth his attention. His mate was a wondrous sight. He was strong, powerful, the epitome of manliness.

And he belonged to Abe.

His tongue swirled around the head, licking at the clear liquid that seemed to have multiplied. Abe leaned a little closer, taking his mate’s cock further into his mouth as his tongue flattened and ran the length of Valentino’s fat cock.

His mate hissed. “That’s it, hon.”

Abe began to place his hands on Valentino’s thighs, but his mate protested. “Put your hands behind your back, Abe. I only want your mouth to touch me.”

An odd request, but Abe obeyed. He was careful of his injured hand, but managed to rest both comfortably behind him.

“God,” Valentino said before sucking in some air. “Do you know how fucking sexy you look right now?”

Abe hadn’t a clue. But if Valentino’s reaction was anything to go by, he would say
very
.

Valentino’s hand cupped the side of Abe’s head, his fingers playing in Abe’s hair as he licked around the large cock, fighting to get it back into his mouth. It wasn’t easy when he wasn’t allowed to use his hands.

“Let me stand.”

Abe moved back and then rose a little higher on his knees as Valentino pressed his fingers into his erection and fed his cock to Abe. He had no idea that sucking dick on his knees while the man stood in front of him would feel so sensual, so erotic.

Valentino removed Abe’s hat and tossed it on the couch, his fingers threading through Abe’s hair, and then he gave a small tug. Abe’s cock had grown hard, pulsing between his legs as his tongue swirled and licked, his mouth sucking his mate’s erection to the back of his throat.

“Fuck, you are one fast learner.”

Abe beamed at the compliment. He loved having his mate’s approval. It made him feel like he could do anything. He inhaled his mate’s scent. It was clean, fresh, and so fucking hot it made Abe’s cock throb.

He wanted Valentino. Oh, he wanted the man so bad it was about to kill him. Abe wanted his mate inside him, deep and hard, making him scream his desire. But he didn’t pull away. Abe continued to suck Valentino’s cock, slurping, licking, and enjoying how the man tasted.

Valentino swept his hand behind Abe’s head, cupping the nape of his neck and drawing him closer. His mate’s hand pushed Abe’s hair back, watching Abe as he moved his head back up and down the hard length of his erection. “Your lips are magical. But if you keep this up, I’m going to spill my seed down your throat.”

Wasn’t that the point?

Abe wanted to pout when Valentino pulled his hips back, his cock leaving Abe’s moist mouth. He stared at the hard cock in fascination when he saw his saliva coating the hard shaft.

“Don’t worry, my little cowboy. We are so far from done.” Valentino turned, grabbing a tube of lube Abe hadn’t even seen from the table next to the chair. His mate lifted his wineglass and took a large swallow before setting the glass back down. “I want you bent over my chair.”

Abe got up, ready to climb onto the chair when strong hands gripped his hips. “No, just lean your arms on the seat.”

“Like this?” Abe asked when he pressed his arms into the cushion.

“Perfect.”

Abe glanced behind him when he hadn’t felt Valentino touching him and gasped when he saw his mate taking more pictures with his phone. He prayed like hell that no one ever saw them.

“My phone stays locked so no one will accidently see them,” Valentino explained before setting his phone down. He ran his rough hands over Abe’s ass. “But damn if this isn’t one beautiful-ass sight. I wish I could have a portrait made of you in this outfit.”

“Not on your life,” Abe automatically said.

Valentino let go of a light laugh. “Don’t worry. I would have to gouge out everyone’s eyes who saw it.”

Okay, the man made no sense. But was Abe really paying any attention to what Valentino was talking about or was he ready to get fucked? Yep, his mind was on the fucking. He wiggled his ass, grinning when he felt the holster sway.

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

Valentino’s hand slid down his thighs and then tucked neatly under his ass. His fingers massaged Abe’s butt, making Abe pant. He wanted. He wanted desperately. Valentino pushed Abe’s legs apart, situating his very large frame between Abe’s legs as he nibbled his way down Abe’s neck. His mate’s hot breath felt like tiny little puffs on his skin. Abe writhed below the man, his body needing to be filled.

“P–Please,” he begged, but Valentino acted as though he hadn’t heard Abe. It was maddening. His body shivered with his mate’s touch, his kiss, and his very presence. Abe wanted Valentino to sink inside of him and never resurface.

Abe shuddered when he felt a wet finger circling his hole. He lost all ability to think straight as Valentino’s finger breached him. He
gasped as he pressed his arms into the chair as his ring of muscle squeezed down on the invasion.

“I can’t wait to slide my cock into this tight hole.”

The thought of it, the images it evoked, were more than his already fried brain could handle. Valentino moved his finger in and out of Abe’s ass and Abe bit back a moan. His body undulated against his mate’s finger, wanting more, needing something thicker inside of him.

His lips parted and he let out a soft gasp when Valentino gave Abe what he had been craving. He inserted another finger, scissoring them, making Abe damn near babble.

Abe ground his head into the cushion, rocking his hips as his mate worked to relax his entrance. His knees felt weak and Abe feared he would collapse from the sheer excitement of what Valentino was doing to his body.

Placing one hand on the small of Abe’s back, Valentino began to fuck his hole with his fingers, pulling all the way back and then sliding them rapidly back in. He did that a few times before Abe felt a third finger join the others.

He wasn’t sure how much more he could take. His cock was as hard as steel and ready to explode at any second. “Valentino, I’m too close.”

“Not yet, hon. Don’t you come yet.”

Like he could stop it. Valentino was playing his body like a finely tuned instrument and Abe was ready to shout. He wanted his mate inside of him…now.

Abe
should have been frightened at his need for Valentino, a need so deep that it was overpowering. He
fought for breath as the head of his mate’s cock pressed against his hole. Valentino filled Abe’s ass, drenching the sensitive tissue deliciously, stroking it as a million bolts of erotic electricity fizzled along Abe’s channel.

Abe’s body, of its own accord, melted into Valentino’s. Abe smelled his mate, that faint masculine scent that was all outdoors and predator.

Blanketing his back,
Valentino moaned, harsh and wild into Abe’s neck as he began to pound into Abe’s ass, deep, driving thrusts that had Abe screaming, begging for release.

“Oh, no,” Valentino said. “You aren’t coming yet, hon.” His mate’s cock raked against nerve endings, making Abe twist and fight for more. Abe’s head twisted as Valentino’s strokes became firmer, thrusting harder, and driving Abe’s arousal higher.

Abe screamed with what little breath he had left. But it did him no good. Valentino slowed, refusing Abe the orgasm he was so close to having.

“Stop teasing me,” he begged.

“Trust me. I’m not.” Valentino backed his words up with one hard thrust. Abe was breathing hard, his skin sensitive. The rasp of Valentino’s fine hairs on his body caressing Abe’s legs was nearly driving him mad.

A growl rose up in Valentino’s throat. Hearing the sound made Abe’s arousal catch him in a vicious grip and shake him hard. His mate dropped his head and then he bit Abe’s earlobe with sharp teeth.

Abe cried out.

The feel of Valentino’s lips on the suddenly sensitive skin of Abe’s neck had Abe clutching his hands in an effort to find control where there seemed to be none. Abe looked over his shoulder and gasped when he saw that Valentino’s pupils were dark pools, mesmerizing and endless. The man was simply stunning.

Valentino’s
hips plunged hard, driving his cock deep inside Abe, causing Abe’s body to scream with pleasure, with an overload of sensation that made Abe cry out as Valentino’s teeth sank into his shoulder. Valentino’s teeth were hard, sharp, the little flashes of heated sensation sending shock waves to Abe’s ass, causing it to clench hard, deep.