by Tara Lain
James swallowed noticeably. “I see you’re packing heat there, cowboy.”
“Yep.” And he knew how to use it.
“I guess a wrangler like you needs a big horse to ride.”
“Yep.”
James stretched out with an arch in his back.
Man. Gorgeous.
“What you planning for that mighty steed?”
Sky walked toward the bed. God, his cock hurt, it was so hard. “I think he needs to be stabled.”
James was breathing fast, and his eyes looked as though they might pop out. James wanted it, and Sky wanted to give it to him.
James unfastened his belt and pants, then rolled back to scoot the pants and underwear out from under his hips. The roll took him back up to sitting, and he tossed the expensive-looking slacks a few feet onto a chair. Pret-ty. Carved and muscled legs. A thick, long dick peeked out from under his shirttail. The thought of it beneath him brought a bead of cum to his own cock. “I see my steed has a pretty fancy stable mate.”
James ran a hand up a mighty fine eight or nine inches of rod. “We aim to please there, pardner.”
He was cute. Sky grinned. “Excuse me. Texas just called, and they want to prosecute for the poor use of their accent.”
“We’ll take it to arbitration.” James yanked off his shirt, then stretched out on his back, stark naked. A fine smattering of dark hair covered the broad, muscled chest and narrowed to an arrow pointing to a delicious cock stretched well above his navel and dripping.
“Looks like your mount needs some attention, cowboy—he’s all wet. Nobody been taking care of him?”
James looked straight up at him. “I don’t think he wants any other bronc buster but you.”
Hell. Sky knelt on the bed, crawled like the animal he wanted to be, and stretched himself slowly onto that powerful body. Oh God, the scrape of chest hair, the tickle of leg hair, and finally the twining of pubic hair as he nestled his stiff cock next to James’s….
Sky loved being gay. He’d never had a moment’s doubt that hard muscle and coarse hair were for him. James felt so good. Still taking most of his weight on his arms, Sky rocked forward and back, forward and back, so their cocks rubbed. Perfect friction.
He got a nice moan from James. “Mmm. You tryin’ to kill me, big guy?”
“With kindness, son. Only with kindness.”
He dropped his full body weight onto James, rubbed against that sweet flesh, then rolled to the side, pulling James along. Sky reached between them, grabbed both their cocks, and starting rubbing. “Gonna build a fire, baby.”
“You already got one here.”
He leaned in close to James’s ear. “Wanna get fucked, baby? Do you like to bottom?”
The whisper was soft, almost reverent. “Yeah.”
“I’ll bet nobody lets you bottom, do they? Big strong guy like you.”
“Sometimes, but I top more.”
“Think you’re up to having Seabiscuit here in your ass?”
James raised his big brown eyes, pupils dilated, and looked deep into Sky’s. “Hell, yeah.” James’s breathing was rapid.
“You got some supplies?”
James rolled until he could reach the bedside table and took out a strip of condoms. Oh baby, Sky felt like he could use them all. A big bottle of lube followed.
Sky laughed. “You obviously had big plans.”
James scooted back, holding his prizes, and grinned. “Maybe it was a premonition that I was going to find the biggest stallion in the rodeo.”
That stallion was rarin’ to go. Sky sprang up onto his knees and grabbed the stuff. “Lie on your back and let me take care of you.”
James turned onto his back with wide eyes. Anticipation? Fear? Maybe both.
Sky was hung compared to most guys. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”
“Hell, I can get gentle any day. I want to feel that thing.”
Good. He tore off a condom pack. “Glad you use extra-large.”
James laughed. “I’m glad I do too.”
Sky grinned. He ripped the package with his teeth, spat out the plastic, and pulled the lubed condom onto his cock. He eyed James’s gorgeous little hole. The guy might be excited about bottoming, but it was likely going to take a lot of lube. Sky poured some gel into his palm. He wanted James hard as stone before he tried to get in. He grabbed James’s cock from his belly and stuffed it in his mouth.
“Shit!” James’s hips jerked, thrusting his cock right down Sky’s throat.
Sky pulled back to keep from choking.
James was gasping. “Warn a guy before you swallow him whole.”
Sky grinned, but he didn’t want to stop to laugh. He licked up one side, around the fat mushroom head, and down the other. At the same time, he pushed a well-lubed finger into James’s ass. Yeah, nice and hot. He wiggled his finger and then sucked the cock deep.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
James’s hips were pumping. He tasted so good. A little salt from the beach but mostly clean soap and musky man. Suck, lick, and fingerfuck at the same time. A favorite trick of Sky’s.
“Oh God. Oh, fuck.”
Yeah, he liked it. Sky stuck in another finger and wiggled to find the prostate while sucking harder.
“Whoa. Sky, quit. Wait.”
He didn’t stop. James might protest, but those hips told another story.
The guy was gasping but managed to get out the words around the breaths. “Please. I love it, but I don’t want to come this way, okay?”
Sold! Sky popped off his mouth, wiped some more lube on his fingers, and spread it on his condom-covered cock. He picked up James’s legs and pushed them back around his ears.
Oh yes, full display. Look at that pretty thing. Just a little bit of peach fuzz around a dark pink rosette.
James pulled his cheeks apart, spreading that little hole wider. Sky’s eyes fixed on the waiting channel. Had to fuck. Had to. Sky rose up on his knees, adjusted his cock so it rested against that inviting entrance, and pushed.
ADAM GASPED. Holy shit! That was a lot of cock. More than he’d ever had. He closed his eyes and breathed out. The huge head slipped past the ring and invaded his body with intention, along with a distinct burning sensation.
Adam winced, but the truth was, he almost liked the pain. And he wanted every hard, throbbing, hot, slippery inch of the beast. He called himself a switch, but he was really a bottom, pure and simple. Nothing matched a cock in his ass—if it was the right cock. Sky’s was the right cock in spades. “God, that is so great.”
Sky paused. “You serious?”
“Hell, yes. Fuck me. Come on, fuck.” He raised his hips to push in another inch. “Give me more, Sky.” He was losing it. Every nerve tingled and trembled. Nothing mattered but that huge invader. More, more.
Sky seemed to catch his fire. He pushed in with force. Yes. Another hard ram. Adam opened his eyes and saw Sky watching his face. “Don’t worry. I love it. Just give it to me.”
“Okay, baby.” The big, lean body pressed forward. Sky used his arms to brace himself and pushed down on Adam’s legs. Ram! In to his balls, out to the tip, then hard in.
Every stroke screamed past Adam’s prostate. Fire flashed through his cock, groin, brain. Overload, so great, so amazing. His cock rubbed hard against his chest, and every harsh pump sent electrical currents into his balls like lightning bolts. Oh God. Oh God….
He didn’t want it to end, but he couldn’t tell Sky to slow down. It was too great. Hard. Hot. Sky’s dick was buried to the balls. Oh shit. Oh shit. “Oh shit!” Wham. Adam’s hips thrust up like they had their own mind and hot cum spurted all over his chest. He panted like a blown racehorse. Flashes of electricity shot out from his cock to his head every time the cum spurted.
Sky’s hard-driving rhythm faltered. “Oh, oh, goddamn, goddamn.” He froze, and his hips shuddered. Sky’s arms shook, but he seemed unable to bend them. Head thrown back. Curls shaking. Beautiful, just beautiful.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
The lean body fell on him, matching Adam’s shakes. When had he ever felt like this? When?
Never.
Sky rolled off him, pulling his softening cock from Adam’s ass. Adam’s heart hammered like an army of construction workers. He took a deep breath.
This was the moment when he always felt the irresistible urge to get up and go home. Of course, he was home. At least for tonight. Sky would have to get up and do the leaving.
Adam threw an arm over his eyes. The words pushed out, words he never thought he’d hear himself say. “Will you stay with me tonight?”
“I shouldn’t. I have a big meeting tomorrow. I have to get ready.”
“A meeting on Sunday?”
“Yeah.”
The silence felt cold. No, that was his own heart.
Sky sighed, rolled over, and hugged Adam, cuddling him tight.
Chapter Three
SKY SAT on the edge of the bed and stared down at James. James’s dark hair shone in the soft light from the bathroom. Man, he looks pretty. He’d hate that, being called pretty. Handsome was better.
Hell, he should be long gone. Nothing about James appeared to be his type, but there was something about this guy.
Sky leaned down and kissed the side of the softly open mouth. Sweet. They hadn’t kissed much in that mad fucking session. Yeah, mad was the word. He pressed his tongue gently against the full lower lip, saying good-bye.
He spied his clothes in the heap he’d left them in on the floor.
James moaned softly. Oh baby, he’d moaned plenty when he was getting fucked. Sky had been with a lot of bottoms because he liked to top, but no one had ever loved to take his cock like James. Those lips were so sweet too. He kissed James’s soft mouth again with just a little pressure. Loved those little prickles of a day’s growth of beard around his lips.
James clutched Sky’s hair and crushed his lips against Sky’s. His tongue surged deep into Sky’s mouth. Whoa. The devil had been playing possum.
His turn. He slipped his arms around James’s broad shoulders and pulled him upright, still kissing like mad. Sky pulled his mouth away, nibbled along the stubbly jaw, and around to James’s ear. “Hi.”
“Hi. Been awake long? What time is it?”
He flicked a tongue into James’s ear and appreciated the little gasp. A quick glance revealed morning wood. Of course, that matched his own. Yeah, they had the makings of a bonfire. He should go, but…. “It’s about five thirty. I went to the bathroom. Need to go?”
“Where the hell would I put that?” He pointed at his hard-on.
“I know how to get rid of it.” Sky flicked the tongue into James’s ear again.
Another little gasp. “You do?”
“Hell, yeah.” He tugged on James’s right arm until he got the message, turning to balance on hands and knees with his ass right at cock level. Pretty baby. Sky scuffled in the covers until he found the condoms. Rip, tear, pull, and one was on. He grabbed the lube and started poking it hard into that waiting hole with two fingers. James was actually mewling, he was so anxious. Jesus. This was so out of control.
James pushed his face into the pillows and waggled that ass in killer invitation. Sky threw the lube on the bed and put his cock against the weeping asshole. With one big push, he was back where he belonged. “Shit, shit!”
A wail poured from Adam’s throat. “Yes. Oh God, fuck me!”
The house probably heard that, but Sky couldn’t care. “Fuck.” He pounded hard.
James took it and pushed back with so much power he almost knocked Sky over. The bed was huge and well anchored, but it still creaked and pounded so hard the banging could be heard above the sounds of water and surf. “Jesus, James, you are fucking great!”
“No. Adam. Please, call me Adam….”
OH MY God, my ass hurts. Adam wiggled his hips slowly to the left, then to the right. Tender barely described it. Those shooting pains went straight to his cock, as though saying “good morning.” He smiled. No, he’d had his morning hello a while back. But he always had time for another one. It would hurt like hell, but he didn’t care. It would hurt good.
He stretched out an arm. Bare cool space beside him. Gone. How did he feel about that? Odd. Different. He took a breath and let it out. Shit.
He sat up slowly. Guess he’d be sitting on one asscheek for a while. He certainly wouldn’t forget Sky anytime soon, at least not until his hole went back to normal.
He might as well get up. He took a shower, then threw on some board shorts and a T-shirt. Jesus, I’m hungry. They’d fucked through dinner. Sky’s cock might be better than prime rib, but Adam sure as hell needed breakfast. He glanced at the clock. Almost nine. He couldn’t escape the guys this morning, so he’d better face the music.
He followed good aromas and loud conversations out onto the terrace where they’d gathered last night. Umbrellas shaded the two round breakfast tables where Carly and company were eating, shielded from the bright morning. As Adam stepped out of the great room, Ian started clapping and several of the others joined in, reminding Adam of Sky’s entrance the night before. Might as well follow suit.
Adam bowed, then pulled out one of the heavy iron chairs.
Bruce grinned. “You certainly had a good night.”
One of the other guys—Bill something?—joined in. “And a very good morning.”
Hell, had they been that noisy? Their early morning roll in the hay had been spectacular. He smiled and reached for a pitcher of OJ and a clean glass. “What’s good?”
Carly pointed toward the kitchen. “Waldo’s making omelets to order. Go tell him what you want.”
“Hell, yeah. I’m starved. I’ll be right back.”
He stood again, feeling every nerve in his butt, and walked into the house drinking his juice. He peeked into the kitchen. “Hey, Waldo, can you make me something with cheese and a lot of vegetables?”
“Sure, Mr. Adamson.”
“Good man. Thank you.” He turned and practically ran into Carly, who wore a knowing smile. But what could he know? “Yeah? You have a question?”
“Nope. It’s pretty obvious you had more than your usual quota of fun.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Hey, anytime you yell so loud I can hear you in my suite, I know you got something special going on and probably going up your ass.”
“Why did I ever get drunk and confess I like to bottom?”
“Hell, my friend, I don’t mind a good poke in the butt myself. Nothing wrong with that. But even on the bottom, I don’t think you lose control much.”
That struck a chord. “Yeah, so?”
“So you didn’t sound like my favorite control freak last night, that’s all. Where’d your friend go?”
“He had some kind of meeting today.”
“What’s he do?”
“Underwater research of some kind. I didn’t get too specific. Something to do with octopuses.”
“No kidding. Are you going to see him again?”
That was the question. “I guess not. I don’t know how to get in touch with him.”
Carly grinned. “You might want to check with Waldo about that. I hear your friend said good-bye as he left at the crack of dawn.”
“No shit!” Adam turned toward the kitchen again.
Carly laughed. “My, we are anxious, aren’t we?”
Strange. He actually was.
In the kitchen, Waldo was waving a note with his equivalent of a Cheshire cat smile. “Sorry, sir. You left before I could give this to you. I thought you might not want to receive it around the other gentlemen, so I was going to put it in your suite.”
“What time did he leave?”
“About 6:00 a.m.”
So Sky had fucked and fled. Adam took the note. “Thanks a lot.” He stuck the note in his shorts pocket and went into the hall for a little privacy. He wanted to go read it in his room like some teenage girl. Yeah, he was crack
ed, but that didn’t seem to stop him.
In the suite he closed the door, leaned against it, and fished the note from his pants.
You’re great.
What the fuck had he expected? Poetry? He’d have to wait another day for Byron. Ah, but there was a phone number. He smiled until his cheeks hurt. Sky’s phone number was better than Byron.
He unlocked the room safe, pulled out his wallet, and folded the note into it, trying not to make too much of the sacredness of the act. Hell, he had an omelet waiting.
He arrived at the kitchen to see Waldo transfer an egg dish of the gods onto a plate.
“That looks wonderful,” Adam said.
“I’ve set a place for you on the terrace. I’ll bring this to you, sir.”
“That’s okay. I want to smell it all the way to the table.” He took the plate.
Waldo got that grin again. “Your friend seemed like a very nice young man.”
“Yeah.”
“Different… in a good way.”
Well, hell. Why did Waldo’s judgment of Sky seem more real than anyone else’s?
“Thanks. Yeah, you’re exactly right.” He carried his omelet back to the terrace.
The day was even more beautiful than it had been a few minutes ago. Seagulls. Sandpipers. And a phone number in his wallet.
He sat at the place Waldo had set, barely feeling the pain in his ass. Carly, Bruce, Ian, and Gary were all in various states of meal completion.
Adam leaned down and inhaled the aromas of omelet, hash browns, and raisin-nut toast. “Carly, you better keep Waldo under lock and key, my man. Jesus, he can cook.” He took a sip of juice and then dug into the food.
They chatted about the weather and politics until Ian and Bruce, who had apparently hooked up, left to go inside. Gary leaned over. “You don’t seem to be partnered today. Want to come back to my place?”
