Wilder, Winona - Loving Tyler [Coming Out 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (5 page)

He approached the bed. Marcus was on his stomach, propped up on his elbows. His back was toned to perfection, his ass firm, round globes. He added lube to his sheathed cock as he approached. Just the thought of sinking deep made him dizzy with desire. “The bedding doesn’t smell fresh,” said Marcus.

“Don’t worry about the linens, darlin’. Worry about the nine inches about to fuck your ass.” He bent one knee up on the bed and positioned himself for entry. “Make sure you relax for me. No tightening up.”
Tyler
pressed the head of his cock at the tight rosette. He was tighter than a clenched fist.

“Bad idea,” Marcus complained, attempting to turn around.
Tyler
held him in place with a hand to his back. “It’ll hurt.”

“I know you’re scared. It’ll hurt for just for a sec, and then it’ll feel plenty good. I promise.” He forced an inch inside his tight ass. The man moaned when he breached his unforgiving anal ring. The worst was over. Any minute and Marcus would learn what he’d been missing all these years.
Tyler
would show him.

* * * *

Marcus had never been so aroused in all his life. As soon as
Tyler
touched his bare dick, he knew in an instant that he was one-hundred percent gay. He wanted more, he wanted it all. When he sucked him into his hot, wet mouth he knew he’d beg if the man stopped. It felt so good, so intense. Heat radiated through his body and his balls pulled up tight.

Reality didn’t reemerge until
Tyler
mentioned taking a cock in his ass. He knew that was what men did, but it scared him. There would be no turning back if they had real sex. Once he allowed a man to take his virginity, to fuck his ass, it would be a mental confirmation of his sexual status. He didn’t want to lose his job or his family, but he also couldn’t pretend to be somebody else for the rest of his life. Marcus was so tired of playing a starring role that wasn’t his to play. It was time to come out, to take what he wanted, not what he knew others expected of him.

He could feel the cowboy’s huge cock fighting for entrance. It was hard to relax and accept him as
Tyler
suggested. He was so tense, so nervous, so lost. That first thrust brought tears to his eyes both from the pain and the loss. But as
Tyler
slowly fed the full length of his rigid cock into his ass, it proceeded smoothly, only an uncomfortable pressure left. He could feel the partial weight of the cowboy drop over him, feel the heat from his skin against his back.
Tyler
planted kisses over his shoulder blades and neck. Never did he thrust or move, only throbbed inside him as he adjusted to the invasion. Marcus appreciated the kind gesture, considering they were strangers and didn’t owe each other a favor.

Tyler
whispered in his ear, “You did it.” In a way it was a hurdle in his life, something that had to happen and was long overdue. He could hear the genuine pride in
Tyler
’s voice, and it made him feel special, victorious.

The cowboy began to move, the sensation of each thrust sent Marcus’s nerves into overdrive. Every sensation felt magnified and vibrant, pulling him deeper and deeper into an erotic web. His cock was pinned painfully against the mattress where he couldn’t reach. The mix of pleasure and pain twisted into a deep-seated longing for more of the same.

“You okay?”
Tyler
asked. He nodded, too focused to speak. All he wanted was more friction, more new sensations from his cowboy lover. Then
Tyler
’s strong hands gripped his hips and pulled him to the edge of the bed. “Walk to the wall with my dick in your ass.”

Tyler
’s hard-on bent and tugged inside him as he moved. When he nearly reached the wall he stretched out his arms and braced himself, his upper body on an angle. “Give me more,” he begged.

“Darlin’, use one hand for support and use the other to fuck yourself. We’re gonna come together.”
Tyler
was so raw, so untamed. Every word he said in that sexy Southern drawl sparked life into his long dormant body.

He wrapped a fist around his girth and pumped, matching the rhythm
Tyler
kept in his ass. It was exquisite. The double stimulation had his eyes rolling back in his head. Streaks of light passed by his vision and he felt the pressure building and building in his balls. His pending release would rival all others by his hand.

“Damn, you’re tight. You’re hugging my dick so tight I can’t hold off another second.” He growled behind him, a feral sound which only excited him. His cultivated, lackluster lifestyle in the city could never compare to this untamed abandon. “I’m gonna fill you with my seed, sweet thing.”

“Do it!” He pumped his shaft three more times and he exploded. Marcus called out as a wide arch of white ejaculate sprayed the wall. Moments later,
Tyler
rammed him hard, growling his own release. They stayed frozen in time for a long moment before the cowboy gently slid out of his ass.

Now what? Marcus felt a new vulnerability. Since he never did relationships, he’d never known heartbreak or the intense need now surfacing under his skin. Now he’d have to man up and watch his first lover walk out of his life.

Chapter Four

Tyler
knew Marcus had watched him barrel race. He felt his stare as he prodded his horse around the sharp corners. The cheering crowd didn’t fill him with the same enthusiasm as it always had. Why couldn’t he focus? The city boy had transformed into a country and western cover model once he’d donned
Tyler
’s old jeans and T-shirt. He couldn’t stop envisioning him or remembering the hot sex. He’d actually taken the man’s virginity, forced him to accept his dormant sexuality. It felt like a heavy responsibility, and it ate away at him.
Tyler
always avoided commitment, which was the reason he refused to be sponsored by Cavendish or anyone else, company or individual. Fucking around, guilt-free one-night stands, and living large were his way of life.

Now his world was tilting off its axis.

He didn’t even wait for the winners to be announced before he leapt over the wooden fence. Fans and friends patted him on the back. The crowd was thick and the noise deafening.
Tyler
couldn’t find Marcus, not even where he’d spotted him in his peripheral vision during the event. Had he imagined him? He continued to search the grounds, weaving through the throngs of spectators, feeling desperation creep up his neck.

“You see the man I was with earlier?” he asked one of the hired hands.

“Nope.”

He ran up the main road to the diner, bursting through the glass door, half out of breath. “Dara, you see the man I was with earlier?”

“No, but I wish he’d pay me a visit.” She winked.

He made haste getting out, ignoring the chorus of laughter. What was wrong with him? When had a quick fuck ever stayed in his thoughts? The closest he’d gotten to another man was Jet Cartwright, but even that was just a familiarity, not the longing he now felt as he searched for the city boy. After an extensive exploration, he gave up, leaning against one of the barns. He felt hot and clammy, but knew he had another round to get set up for. The Saddle Bronc competition would need his full concentration and strength, but his mind was elsewhere and his body weary from running around like a fool.

All he could surmise was that he needed an agent to help him forget—alcohol. It was the substance he used to escape the past, and now he’d use it to escape the present. It pissed him off that he’d allowed emotion to creep into his being.
Tyler
had even been tempted to ask Marcus to stay the night with him, not to split the cost of the room, but because he wanted to make love to him—which was ridiculous.

* * * *

Marcus felt like a stupid, jilted teenager. It had been sex with a drifter, nothing more. If anything, he should have thanked
Tyler
for opening his eyes, helping him accept what he knew was there all along. Now it was time to face the music.

As he’d watched
Tyler
ride his horse in competition—cowboy hat, leather chaps, number 444 pinned to his back—he knew one night would never be enough. He wanted it all, and knew he couldn’t have it with a wildcard like
Tyler
. It was time for him to suck it up like a man and return to the city.

He got in his sedan, pumped the air-conditioning, and stared at the windshield for nearly twenty minutes. The shirt he wore smelled like
Tyler
, rich musk and the great outdoors. He had to return home to his empty condo, back to his fake life, the one he led to keep everyone else happy.

There was a loud rap on the driver’s side window, pulling him from his reverie. When he turned to the side, an old man with a salt-and-pepper beard and straw hat scowled through the glass barrier. Marcus used his control panel to lower the window a few inches, unsure what the uncouth-looking man wanted from him.

“Can I help you?”

“Marcus Vita-something, I take it?”

He nodded. “Vinetti.”

A few other men joined him from behind. “Then I suggest you get your butt back to the event because we ain’t letting you leave town until you do.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me? I’ll inform you I do have a cell phone, and it will only take me one minute to call your local sheriff.”

The old man laughed, along with his counterparts. “The sheriff’s looking for you, too. Tyler James refuses to ride his event until we all find you. I, for one, have a lot of money riding on that boy.”

Tyler
wanted him? Actually sent these crazed country folks out looking for him? He felt a rush of excitement swirl around inside him.

He followed his escorts back to the rodeo grounds. “I’m not gay,” he said, unsure why he felt the need to blurt out the information to the group of men.

A couple of them laughed, and then the old man said, “No man is before he spends a night with Tyler James. After that, not so sure.”

Okay, he
was
gay and for some reason infatuated with a cowboy he had no business falling for. Like half the fucking town professed,
Tyler
was a playboy, ready to screw any man who showed him interest. Marcus didn’t want to be a number, a passing fancy at one of his stops. He wanted to be special, like he felt right now because
Tyler
had sent for him. How long would the fantasy last?

“Look who we found trying to split town,” said his captor as they approached the abandoned side of an outbuilding. Marcus could hear the roar of the crowd around the corner. He felt inept as
Tyler
gave him the once-over. He was leaning against the building with one boot propped up, a cigarette between his fingers. When he gave a push off and moved towards Marcus, he also waved the other men away. “Tell them to give me ten and I’ll be there.”

They scattered, leaving the two men alone in the secluded spot in an otherwise overrun town. “Leaving without saying good-bye?”

“I thought it would be appropriate. I didn’t want to make a big fuss.” He coughed slightly from the smoke.

Tyler
flicked the cigarette butt away. “Sorry, darlin’. I know about your lungs. I’m gonna stop the filthy habit just for you.”

“That’s a good idea. It’s bad for your health.”

The cowboy smirked. “How about you stay and watch me one more time, no running off, then we’ll talk for a bit.”

Marcus’s heart clenched. He couldn’t let the cowboy play with his emotions and expectations like this. He prided himself on being a modern, successful businessman. He was well respected, took care of his health, and had family that loved him. But here he was, ready to throw it all away from one more night with the drifter. Fuck, he was messed up bad. “Talk about what? How you’ll be moving on to the next rodeo town in a week, fucking the next clueless man who shows you attention?” Where did that come from? Marcus was not a jealous man, nor did he have a temper. Now he felt like a volcano ready to lose its top just thinking about
Tyler
moving on with his life without him.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.”
Tyler
cupped his face, leaned in, and kissed him once on the lips. Those lips were perfect, firm yet soft, and just as precious on his lips as they were wrapped around his cock.

“Don’t patronize me.”