Chapter 3 #3
Landon blinked up, Adam’s eyes the color of moss-covered rocks dried by the summer sun. Good Lord help him, he knew those eyes like he knew his own soul.
“Well,” Adam said, mouth lifting in a little grin. “I didn’t exactly buy you a beer…”
“Nope. You gave me one.” He tilted his head. “But I reckon we can settle things up another way, iff’n you want.”
“You think?” Adam moved a little closer, the heat from that tall, muscular body amazing.
“I do.” He dared to reach out, cup that long, hard dick, trace it with his thumb.
“Let’s get with the doing, then.” Adam shifted away from his touch, unzipping those tight Wranglers.
“Okay.” He wasn’t sure how Adam wanted to do this, but most guys wanted it fast and quiet, just get off and go. He reached for Adam’s hips again, but those strong fingers caught his hands.
“Now, there’s no need to rush, huh? Come here, honey.”
He stepped right in, looking up and up into Adam’s pretty eyes. “Lord, you’re something else.”
“I’m glad you think so, honey.” Something flashed in those eyes a moment, something mocking, but Landon didn’t feel like it was aimed at him. He thought it was directed inside. Then Adam grabbed his shoulders and pulled him close, and he forgot to think. “Do you kiss?”
“I do.” At least he wasn’t opposed to it. He wasn’t sure no man had ever asked or offered, really.
“Oh, good. Some folks don’t.” That was all the warning he got before Adam’s mouth closed down on his, lips and tongue pushing him to open.
Oh, sweet Jesu in Heaven. Landon reached up, groaning low in his chest. This shit weren’t a bit like kissing Adalida Choux in the priest’s coat closet, no sir.
This was more like a perfect storm. Adam had soft lips, a bristly chin, and the strongest hands ever. Landon went up on tiptoe, tongue sliding against tongue, his needy cock rubbing the man’s thigh. Tall. Christ, but this man was tall.
Adam lifted a little, hands under Landon’s butt, and his toes left the ground, his body dangling. He hooked one leg around Adam, letting his hips rock, letting their cocks start to get to know each other.
Moaning for him, Adam held him right there, strong as an ox. Okay, oxen weren’t sexy…
Adam though, that fine son of a bitch was pure, fucking need. Landon grabbed the broad shoulders, his belly tight as he humped like a dog. Dieu.
Breaking the kiss, Adam took a couple of deep breaths, chest rising and falling. “Lord, you’re hot as a two-dollar pistol.”
“Cain’t help it. I want you, cher.” He wanted everything Adam would give him.
“Well, you got me tonight.” Adam let his feet touch the floor, then unzipped Landon’s jeans, too. “You want to take the edge off, though, I won’t say no.”
He wanted all the things. Landon licked his lips, fingers pushing into Adam’s open fly, hunting that sweet dick, which more than filled his hand, hot as fire.
“Mmm.” Adam rocked into his touch, getting Landon’s cock out, too, fingers rough on his sensitive skin. Calluses were amazing things, dragging on his shaft, tugging on him. Hell, yeah.
That was enough to make him dance, his body moving like Mr. Beau was still fiddling. They got themselves a rhythm going, up and down, pulling and tugging, squeezing each other but good. Landon’s toes curled up, his body on high alert. He’d dreamed this so many times.
“Hot little fucker.” Adam’s lips slid against his temple, the touch surprising him, soft. Almost sweet. Those hands slid against his skin, hot and amazing, jacking him.
He went up on tiptoe, his fingers feeling clumsy as fuck on Adam’s skin. Adam didn’t seem to mind. No, sir, the man was all over him. There was no way to fight the needy sounds that bubbled from him. Fuck, he… That touch was fucking magic. He couldn’t stop squirming, couldn’t stop wanting to beg.
“Need it, me.” He knew it, too, balls deep, that Adam needed some of him. They were meant to be like this.
“You do. Hot for me.” Adam stroked his cock, up and down, hard and fast.
Landon’s head fell back, and he just rode, letting that internal timer in his head go on and on, way past eight seconds. He jumped and panted, sure he was just gonna explode.
“Come on, and we’ll go for round two.” Adam’s voice slid down his spine, and Landon shot, losing it.
His teeth rattled, his whole body shaking with it. He’d never felt so good in his whole life. His hand around Adam’s cock was still moving, randomly, convulsively, because damn, Landon’s brain was busy.
Adam laughed, the sound low, happy, scraping over Landon’s nerves. “Harder, honey.”
He nodded and focused on squeezing, on making Adam feel fine. That heavy cock jerked in his hand, that fine body moving against him, pushing faster. He worked the tip with his thumb, digging in, wanting to please.
“Fuck.” Adam gritted his teeth, pushing into his hand and shooting, wet and hot and perfect. He’d know that now, the scent of Adam’s need, anywhere.
Adam panted a few seconds before easing away to grab a rag, helping to clean them both up. “Better.”
“Uh-huh.” And there’d better be another round of it, too.
“Come and sit with me, huh?” Adam tugged him to a little air mattress, and Landon had to admire the set-up.
They settled in, and Adam started working off his boots, so Landon figured it was safe to do the same. He sure hoped that meant he got to stay a while. The two went together, after all. Bare feet and beds.
Adam pulled him close, as soon as his boots hit the ground, one hand on his hip. The man had a good grip, holding on tight, their bodies rubbing together.
Landon licked the line of Adam’s collar, humming at the flavor of salt.
Adam chuckled, the other hand coming up to cup the back of Landon’s head. Lord have mercy, he wanted him some of that. He licked again, nibbling along Adam’s collarbone.
“You got a good mouth, Landon.”
Oh, how hard did it make him to hear Adam say his name?
He worked buttons open, one after another.
Adam’s chest hairs tickled his fingers, curly and wiry.
He tugged a little, laughing when Adam grunted.
Then those little brown nipples appeared from beneath the cloth, and he had to pinch.
That made Adam jerk, stare down at him, and he grinned up.
Landon liked it—stood to reason someone else would.
“Lord.” Adam kissed him, and it made his head spin, made his hands flatten on Adam’s chest.
He curled his fingers, and his hips rolled, driving against Adam’s belly.
Adam broke to breathe, touching him, tugging at his clothes.
Landon sucked in, his abs rippling as Adam bared him, just stripped him naked.
The man stared at him, greedy as anything, those pretty eyes eating him up. Christ, it felt good.
Adam pushed his legs apart, spread him, and he went with it, refusing to tense up. No, he could do this, wanted this. He breathed deep, letting Adam pet him, stroke his skin. He shifted, legs sliding on the blankets, his toes curling up tight.
“Touch me, too.” Adam grabbed his hand, moving it down that wide chest and flat belly.
“Fuck, yes.” He could do that. Hell, he was happy as a bug in a rug to get the chance to explore. Sorta stupid that he hadn’t thought to do it ere now.
Adam grunted when he scraped his fingers over one hip bone, those long legs moving against his.
Oh, hot spot. He went with it, humming like he would at a new horse, touching that same bit of skin again.
It had the same reaction, Adam rocking against him, those hands moving on Landon in return.
Landon’s eyelids drooped as he focused. He weren’t no traiteur like Sister, but he knew horseflesh, and he knew the signs of pleasure.
Adam’s fingers slid down past his ass, pressing at the skin between his balls and his hole, the sudden pressure making him cry out.
He bucked, feeling like he was riding for a half second. Well, maybe more than that. More than eight seconds, even.
“You like that.” Adam’s chuckle was filthy, dirty as mud down in the swamp. The man knew just where to touch, just what would make Landon squirm.
“I do, me.” And he wanted more of it, too. He dragged his fingers around the swollen tip of Adam’s cock, the touch tracing the ridges.
“There. That’s good.” Adam shifted, rubbing, giving him more skin, more touch.
“Yes.” He circled, then pushed the tip of one finger against Adam’s slit.
Adam countered with a tap at Landon’s hole, pushing in to the first knuckle.
Oh, damn. Damn. He curled up, his shoulders leaving the sheets. The feeling scraped along every nerve ending he had, just making him crazy. He might just fly.
“Tight. Damn, kid.”
“Not a kid, Vieux.”
“No? I sure feel as old as you call me around you.” Adam grinned for him, but there was a bitter tilt to that amazing mouth.
He stroked Adam from base to tip. “Ain’t no wrinkles here.”
“No. No, that stays young through hard workouts.” They grinned like fools, before Adam shut them up with another kiss.
Kissing the man could be Landon’s new favorite thing, ever, swear to God, and he pushed into it, kissing Adam with all he was. Their mouths moved, Adam slanting one way to get a deeper touch, their lips bruising right up.
He squeezed tight, and he tugged on Adam’s dick, the act instinctive, immediate.
Adam groaned against his mouth, that finger sliding deeper inside Landon’s body, brushing against something that left him covered in gooseflesh, shaking. He jerked, dancing a little, his cock so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it.
“Mmmhmm.” One brush became something with a rhythm, and Landon moved with it. He just—he had no idea what else to do. All his body wanted was more Adam. He didn’t know if he was doing it right, but Adam didn’t seem to be bitching.
No. Adam was all over him, in fact, so he must be doing okay. Maybe better, the way those fingers worked him.
He dug his heels in and he drove onto the touch, gritting his teeth.
“God, I want your ass.” Adam bent, nipping at his neck.