by BA Tortuga
“I want to see it all.” Gianni grinned wider, like a shark ready to eat him up. “Now, caro. Show me.”
His hands shook as he worked his buckle open, and then he stopped and grinned. “Boots first, huh?”
“I think so, yes.” That husky laugh slid right down his spine like a caress.
“You too.” There was no reason for awkwardness, was there?
“Mmm. Once you’re naked.” Gianni did move his hands to the buttons of his shirt.
He managed his boots without falling over or falling down, which was a miracle in and of itself, and then he opened his buckle.
“Oh.” Gianni hummed, just staring at where Bonner’s hands met his jeans. “Open it, caro. Show yourself to me.”
Bonner nodded, his cock battering at his fly as he opened it. He slid his jeans down and kicked them off, leaving himself in a pair of boxer briefs that didn’t hide anything. Not one crease or wrinkle, showing off how damn hard he was.
Gianni licked his lips. “Those now.”
“Say please,” he dared.
“Now.” That tone made him shiver with desire, and he hooked his thumbs in his waistband and tugged them down. His cock sprang out, his balls swinging as he straightened up. He stood there, bare as the day he was born, staring Gianni down.
Another smile creased Gianni’s face, and he began unbuttoning his shirt, baring that tanned skin. Bonner would swear he could smell Gianni from here, rich and fine. Those flat brown nipples made his fingers twitch, and he wanted to touch.
Gianni showed off for him, moving like there was music that he couldn’t quite hear. Whatever it was, it was slow and sexy and made him stare. “Come to the bed, Bonner. I want to explore your ink.”
He walked over, taking his time, but Gianni grabbed him, spun him around, and pushed him down face-first over the bed, bending him like fence wire. Those hot hands climbed up his spine, Gianni’s jeans rasping his legs.
Bonner grunted, wanting to fight but spreading like hot butter instead.
“Oh… you make my mouth dry, caro. The things I need to do with you.”
“I want them all.”
“Do you?” Gianni traced the branding irons, one at a time.
“Yes….” Goose bumps popped up over his entire body.
“I do too. Every perverse, heated, naughty thing.” Gianni bent over his back, licking his skin. His ass rolled back, rubbing the tender skin on the back of his balls on Gianni’s denim. “Your skin is amazing, Bonner. Your tattoo is amazing.”
He snorted, and Gianni swatted him, popping him on the hip.
The burn made him jump, his cock giving a throb. He would never, ever admit it to anyone but Gianni, but that felt damn good. He went up on tiptoe, trying to stay still, but his body had other plans.
“I love my handprint on you. God, I’ve dreamed about this.” Then another swat landed, just about bringing him to his knees.
Gianni lifted him and put him on the bed all the way so it supported him. It was a bit like really firm clouds. Bonner spread, feeling like all kinds of slut.
“There we go.” Gianni stroked his crease, fingers warm and rough. “No falling.”
“No falling.” It was a little too late for that.
“Well, no more.” Gianni massaged both cheeks of Bonner’s ass, digging in until he moaned. “So tight, caro. You were made to be fucked.”
His skin prickled, warming up until he felt overheated. He pushed up on his knees, pressing back with his ass. Offering.
“Mmm….” What he got was another swat, this one lingering, hand on Bonner’s ass.
“That’s not fucking, Gianni.”
“Not yet. It’s foreplay.” One finger tapped his hole, making him gasp. “Spread for me, caro. I need to see.”
Bonner hid his face in his arms, one leg pulling up.
“That’s beautiful. Look at that hot little hole. I finally remembered to get condoms and lube, so this time you don’t get away until I have this.” Gianni circled and tapped at his wrinkled flesh. His ass clenched, and he grunted, his cheeks beginning to burn.
“I know. I want so bad.” He heard the sound of a zipper, and he grinned. “Boots first,” Bonner warned.
“Oh shit. Right. You make me a little crazy.”
The idea that he made Gianni forget himself was wonderful.
He rolled over to his side so he could watch.
Gianni bent to take off the boots, then flung them out of the way before skinning out of jeans and undies. Lord, those banana slings. They should be ridiculously silly, but they were hot. “Don’t those things chafe in jeans?”
“What?” Gianni looked down. “You mean my enormous balls?”
He made it a point to gawk at Gianni’s nutsac. “I meant the butt floss.”
“Nah. I think I have calluses from wearing them for so long. My father, he says it’s a badge of Italian honor.” Gianni winked, surprising a laugh out of him.
“Poor callused balls. I keep mine soft and protected.”
“I like yours. Fuzzy. Very nicely shaped.”
Were they really talking about balls? He grinned, and Gianni cracked up.
“I think you just don’t want me to slap your ass anymore, but I’m going to.”
“I don’t think so.” Yes, please.
“At some point, we’re going to have time to tie you down so I can spank you until you beg. Until your ass glows. Today neither one of us has that luxury.”
“Nonsense.” He turned on his back, watching Gianni stalk him.
“What’s nonsense? The idea of the spanking or the lack of time?” Gianni pulled a face. “I really can’t take all the time I would like tonight.”
“We don’t have to… if you got other plans.” In fact, they didn’t have to at all.
“No. I don’t have other plans right this moment.” Gianni grabbed Bonner’s cock and stroked, stunning him for a moment before he remembered he could move.
He sat up, curling over Gianni’s hand.
“Mmm. Such pretty muscles.” Gianni bent to kiss him, just taking him by storm. Finally they were both naked, both together. Alone.
He wrapped a hand around Gianni’s neck, opening his mouth to let the man in. That tongue swept his mouth, tasting him everywhere. One hand slid under his ass and drew him up, fingertips digging in.
God. Bonner shivered, his cock rubbing Gianni’s hip. That felt huge, perfect, making his everything clench up. Gianni bit and sucked, his lips swelling with the kisses.
They rocked together, Gianni climbing up on the bed to kneel opposite him. How they didn’t both topple down into the bed, he had no idea.
“Need you.”
“I’ll give you what you need, caro.” Gianni petted him all over, stroking down his back and across his thighs, then back up over his belly and chest. Then Gianni turned him, settled him on hands and knees. “I’ve been imagining this for days.”
Bonner rocked, nodding before letting his head fall down, his back arching. “Please.”
“Mmm… look at you.” Gianni’s thumbs spread his cheeks wide.
“I want you to look at me. And touch me.”
“I am. I will.” Gianni bent, blowing warm air over his hole.
His toes curled, and his calves went rock-hard. No one before or since Gianni had ever put their mouth there, and he craved it suddenly with a stark, white-hot need.
“I ache for you, Bonner.” The single drag of Gianni’s tongue was enough to make him sob. He arched and rocked, trying to get more, but Gianni straightened, rubbing that hard cock against his ass. “I need this now. We can play that game later, I swear.”
“Bring it on. I need. It’s been a while.” Too long.
“How long?” Gianni sounded almost jealous. Too bad he couldn’t see that lean, sharp face.
“A while. I ain’t gonna kiss and tell—ow!”
Gianni slapped his ass. Hard.
He spread, his balls swinging as he swayed. All he could do was offer himself up.
The sound of a lube container flipping open made him tense and relax, his body trying to ready itself. The drip of the slick was cold on the top of his crease, slowly warming as it slid down. He wiggled, goose bumps rising all over his skin. God, Gianni made him nuts. Those long fingers caught the lube where it dribbled to his hole, spreading it around, then in. One finger delved deep, and Bonner yelped, totally taken by surprise.
“It has been a while, hasn’t it.” Gianni stroked that spot, again and again, lighting him up.
“I said so,” Bonner snapped. He felt totally out of control, like he was falling. Gianni swatted him, hard, and his head popped up. “Motherfucker!”
“Be good, cowboy. I have a finger in your ass.”
That finger quirked again and again, and Bonner shook, his hands fisted in the sheets.
“So damn tight, caro. I want in, but I won’t hurt you. I swear, I’ll never actually hurt you.”
Bonner believed it. Gianni had turned him inside out before but had never done him harm, except for the parting of ways. That had hurt even though there had never been any expectation they would see each other again.
“I know. We play. Please. Please, honey. I need more now.”
“You got it.”
More lube fell on his skin, and then Gianni pulled out before pushing in two slick fingers. He pushed up higher on his knees, bearing back and begging for more.
Gianni worked him, in and out, back and forth. The man was relentless, opening him up, getting him wet. He let himself be lost to it, let himself rock back and beg. “Just let me—” Gianni was breathing hard, his voice guttural. Bonner wasn’t alone. They both fucking needed this.
“Hurry.” He sobbed, pressed back.
“I got this, Bonner. All in good time.” There was a crinkle of a condom wrapper and the squirt of more lube. Then the broad cockhead was at his entrance. He tried to press back, but Gianni’s hand was like a steel band on his hip. “In my time, caro.”
“I want it, dammit!”
“So do I, but you know as well as I that anticipation makes it better. Hungry man.” Gianni worked in a scant inch at a time.
“Starving. I’ve waited forever.” Eons. Ages.
“I can tell. You’re so beautiful like this.” Gianni pushed in farther. “Made for me, caro. Hot as hell.”
“I am. Made for you.” Bonner was babbling and he knew it. Knew it but couldn’t care.
Nothing said in bed counted.
“There we are, caro.” Gianni ended up pressed against his ass, flush against his cheeks.
He could feel Gianni’s curls against his ass, their balls together. Bonner moaned, his arms shaking, his belly pulled in tight to hold him up.
Then Gianni sat back, drawing him up, that heavy cock shifting in deeper. One arm curled around his chest, holding him in place, and he sank down, grunting when he hit bottom. “Dio.” The single word was bitten out, sharp and hungry, and Bonner just nodded.
Yes. God in heaven. He reckoned that was the same in Italian as it was in Spanish.
He reached back with one hand, touching Gianni’s skin. “Move, damn you.”
Gianni laughed lightly, then started moving, thrusting into him, which had him swaying in midair. He leaned forward, bracing himself on the headboard to add his strength to Gianni’s.
“That—damn. Ride, cowboy.” Gianni smacked his hip, making him bounce harder. He moaned and bucked like this was the ride of his life. Who knew? It might be. If he had to move on with Bri—
Gianni reached up to pinch his nipple, twisting it. “Pay attention.”
“I am!”
“Right here. Just here. You and me.” Gianni nipped at his shoulder. “No one else.” Toothy damn bastard.
“No one else. I swear.”
“Good. Stay with me. We’re about to get wild.” Gianni tilted him closer to the headboard. Then the thrusts got stronger, steadier.
He was made to ride, so he found Gianni’s rhythm and went with it, meeting each pound. Breathless, sweating, he shook moisture off his face.
“Gesù. Caro.” Gianni groaned, breath harsh against his neck.
“More. Harder.”
“Fuck yes.” Gianni rocked him until the bed springs screamed over and over.
He was fixin’ to lose his ever-lovin’ mind. He didn’t want it to stop. Not ever. Words popped out of him, begging and pleading and cussing.
Gianni groaned as if he was dying back there, driving him faster and harder, and Bonner couldn’t bear it—not to go on or end, either one. “Come on, you asshole! Help me!”
“What do you want? My hand?” Gianni closed one incredibly hot hand around him and jerked in time with his thrusts.
“Oh fuck!” His cry was loud, echoing in the huge room.
“Sì, that’s what we’re doing.”
He would think Gianni was laughing at him, but he could feel that cock swell inside him.
He reached back with one arm, holding on tight. He wanted them sealed together. Right together. Gianni had the same idea, hips bucking restlessly, staying in deep as he rolled. “Soon, caro. Soon. Right together.” Gianni stroked him, hand moving faster, squeezing at the tip.
“Together. God, Gianni. Now.”
Groaning, Gianni slammed into him once, twice more, then froze, cursing in Italian.
The grip around the tip of his cock squeezed hard, and he slammed his head back, his balls emptying with a rush.
“Holy Christ,” Gianni murmured when they slumped together on the comforter. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
“You wish.” He chuckled, surprised he could string two words together.
“Uh-huh. I do. I would do this over and over until I was out of oomph.” Gianni chuckled. “Well, I am temporarily out of oomph now.”
“Yeah.” God, was he supposed to navigate those stairs now? With rubber-band legs?
“Stay for a while.” Gianni pulled free in order to dispose of the condom, but was back in no time, snuggling up to his back.
“You sure?” He cuddled close, sighing with pleasure.
“I am. I’ll have to go later, but right now I want to be with you. Just here.”
“Yeah. Just tell me when to go.” He could take a hint.
“I don’t want to go, caro. Believe that.”
Somehow, he did. Truth rang in Gianni’s voice. “No worries. Just breathe, man.”
“I’m trying to get my breath back.” Gianni kissed the back of his neck.
He chuckled, because damn, he understood that.
Gianni didn’t say nothin’ else, and neither did he. They just breathed together, which he reckoned was enough.
At least until they got to do this again.
Chapter Eighteen
GIANNI WAS sore and a little grumpy when he headed into town to meet with Chris and Xavvy at the jail. He’d been sleeping hard, cradled by the hottest, most enticing damn cowboy body ever.
He had enough damn condoms for a small troop of soldiers. Instead, he was going to look at Xavvy’s bruises. Yay.
He took one of the work trucks and parked behind the jail so no one would see him. He didn’t even have to knock when he got there. Chris opened the door and hauled him inside. “You don’t blend.”
“Thanks. Is the doc here yet?”
Chris rolled his eyes. “He wears a bow tie.”
“What?”
“A bow tie. Seriously.” Chris pushed a cup of coffee into his hand. “Christ, man. Xavvy looks… shit.”
“We knew that. Let’s get him checked out. Then we can decide what to do.”
“What to do?” Chris scowled. “Like he’ll let you pull him out.”
“I’ll fucking send his ass to Canada and let him freeze.”
“I like it. Let’s go see what he’s cussing about.” They could plainly hear Xavvy rattling off an impressive string of curses.
“What the ever-loving fuck…. Gianni! Is this your fucking doing?”
“Huh?” All Gianni could do was
stare at the doctor—horn-rimmed glasses and bow tie like this was the sixties…. Or maybe as if he was a country vet and not a jailhouse doc. “What do you mean?” Gianni fluttered his eyelashes.
The doc never batted an eye at all, just kept taping up Xavvy’s wrist. “Mason Lawry,” the guy said, his accent deep East Texas.
“Pleased.”
“Anytime.”
Gianni sat on a stool, meeting Xavvy’s eyes. “You think we wouldn’t have eyes on you?”
“Bastards. Don’t blow my cover.”
“That’s why you’re here. Drunk tanking.” Xavvy needed medical; he was goddamn going to get it. That was the least Gianni could do. “Are you being reckless?” he asked.
“You know as well as I do how I get in. Don’t be disingenuous.”
“I just know you need to be in fighting trim. There’s no way that ball of grease and denim is the head of any drug ring.”
Xavvy nodded slowly, his jaw tight. “Tell me about it. There are some smarter guys. I’m trying to get in with them to see if they take me to the boss. Right now I’m climbing over some of the low-level shits.”
“Stop wiggling.” Mason said it quietly, but there was an undertone that made Xavvy sit still.
“So, what do you know?”
“Not a whole hell of a lot. Right now I watch and buy a lot of beers. I’ve heard a few whispers about shipments from Mexico, but that’s not news. Where the fuck else are they shipping shit north from? I swear, y’all, some of these drones don’t have two brain cells to rub together and spark off a thought. Things will start moving a little better for me now.”
“Tell me about this Snake.” He had a thousand other questions, but this one was… personal. Bri was his to protect now—her and her babies.
“Pure smoke screen. Low-level asshat from Arlington. He was just brought over.”
“Yeah. Obsessing over a woman, not real bright.” He knew that part.
“All he fucking talks about. Some barely legal chick who up and left him. Got the impression he all but kidnapped her and held her hostage when they met.”
Gianni barely contained his growl.
“That the girl you have at the house, man?” Chris’s eyes were wide as saucers.
“Yeah. That was why Snake was there.”
