Wilder, Winona - Loving Tyler [Coming Out 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (17 page)

Tyler
urged him to stand in front on him with silent gestures. He complied, fitting between his open legs as he looked up at him from the bench swing. Then
Tyler
tugged the towel away, tossing it aside with disregard.

“Well, well, well. When did this happen?”
Tyler
alternated looking from Marcus’s eyes to his prominent hard-on, jutting out near his face.

“I’m always hard for you. You know that.”

“Damn, I love your cock. It’s fucking gorgeous.”
Tyler
painted a line along the hard ridges with a fingertip, a featherlight stroke when he needed so much more. He wanted the cowboy to squeeze him, play with his balls, anything to help squelch the heat burning in his veins.

Marcus sighed. He felt odd standing on his porch stark naked, the warm breeze gently tickling his body. Both of
Tyler
’s hands cupped his ass, pulling him forward into his hot, wet mouth. “Someone will see,” he muttered, bracing his arms against the brick wall behind the swing.

“Who’s gonna see what we’re doing way out here? The horses? Darlin’, this is our place, and we can do what we damn well please. Right now I want your dick in my mouth.”
Tyler
grabbed the root of his erection and suckled him. He knew exactly what to do with his tongue, lips, mouth to drive Marcus to the edge in record time. With both hands supporting his weight against the bricks, he watched
Tyler
’s mop of wavy brown hair bob back and forth, bringing him to that place where nothing mattered but sex and more sex.

“I’m gonna come down your throat, cowboy.”

Tyler
pulled back, leaving him bobbing in the breeze. “The hell if you are.” He unzipped his Wranglers and released his own cock—hard, darkened by desire, and impossibly thick. A few days had passed since they’d made love. That increasing stress no longer existed.

“Can I sit on it?”

He growled. “No teasing.”

Marcus wasn’t playing. His ass felt achy and needy. He craved the wicked rush of pleasure he knew
Tyler
’s cock could bring him once he impaled his full length in his ass. He turned around and squatted over his lap. His cock was throbbing, so he began to stroke himself, unable to wait for
Tyler
to prep with his saliva.

“Okay, put it down on me, baby.”

He lowered down, and
Tyler
guided him. Even only a few days without sex left him impossibly tight, in need of a good stretching. He wiggled around
Tyler
’s thick, swollen head to loosen himself, anxious to feel the burn, the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain. “Fill me up. All the way.”

Tyler
eased him down, holding his hips in his big, rough hands. Once sitting heavily on his lap, his dick fully lodged inside him, he nearly came from the intensity of it all. He leaned back until he his head rested on
Tyler
’s shoulder. They kissed as his cowboy jerked him off. It was heaven. The multiple stimuli had him spiraling out of control. He needed to come, needed to release all the stress and pent-up energy he’d been holding on to.

“You take over for me. I need to fuck you now, baby boy.” One more kiss and he leaned forward, pumping his own shaft in time to
Tyler
’s rocking hips. They helped each other, Marcus rising and Tyler thrusting upwards.

“That feels so good.
So good.”
He drifted, needed it harder, rougher, dirtier.
Tyler
delivered as if sensing his wicked desires, pounding his ass like a machine. The rocking bench creaked and rattled, probably close to coming undone. “I’m gonna come,
Tyler
. Oh, God, I’m coming…” He rapidly worked his cock as his orgasm ripped through his body.
Tyler
’s animalistic groans behind him signaled he wasn’t far behind.

“Oh, baby. Fuck!”

Marcus could feel
Tyler
’s seed spraying inside him, filling and completing him. He collapsed back against his boyfriend’s chest, trying to catch his breath.
Tyler
ran his hands up and down his sides and over his six-pack abs in a loving caress. They rocked this way, with
Tyler
’s flaccid cock still connecting them, for the longest time.

A couple of their chickens scurried across the yard. “What are you thinking?” Marcus whispered.

“That I could get used to this.”
Tyler
’s chest rumbled beneath him as he chuckled.

“Good, because I’m not going anywhere.” They interlocked fingers. “This is our home now, cowboy, our new beginning.”

It had been a wild road to reach this point, but he’d do it again in a minute. Everything in his life had prepared him for this day, so he could fully appreciate the love, peace, and acceptance. They’d saved each other, combining their unique attributes to make them both better people. His road trip to recruit a rising rodeo star had not worked out as planned. But loving
Tyler
was so much better.

THE END

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