Chapter 3 #4
He hadn’t ever done nothin’ such, but he was willing and he’d be damned if he’d shy from it. “Come get it, you.”
Adam jerked back to stare at him. “Are you serious? I won’t push you, honey.”
“You ain’t gon’ be bad to me. You ain’t that way.” Landon knew things, the bayou was in his veins, and Adam would do him right. This was his dream man. His lover.
“No.” Adam nodded staring right into his eyes. “No, I’m not. I may be an ass, but I’d never hurt you.”
Landon nodded. “I know.”
He believed. The good Lord Himself had whispered to him about Adam. Had told him Adam was his, was worth the work. He pushed back against Adam’s fingers, and they spread him wide, enough that he gasped.
“Easy now. If we’re gonna do this, let me get the lube, huh?”
He nodded, fingers drawing a circle on Adam’s belly. Those muscles quivered for him before Adam moved away, going to a little medicine chest type box.
The man’s ass was tight as a boar’s, hard and tense. Prettier than that, by a long shot. Less hairy. Firm. Tan, too.
Adam turned back to him, finding him staring. He got a wink, and Adam sank down next to him “Like that, huh?”
“Your backside? Damn, Vieux. That’s like heaven. Better than porn.”
Adam’s cheeks heated for him, the red like a sunburn. Lord, look at that.
Pretty son of a bitch. Landon pushed close. “How you want me?”
“Mmm. Any way I can get you.” He got another kiss that burned all the way to his toes.
Landon held on, focused on the rhythm of Adam’s tongue, on the way the man fucked his lips.
The feel of Adam’s slick fingers back at his hole surprised him.
He didn’t know the man had gotten the lube open.
That was talented. He’d touched himself back there, ridden himself to wild orgasms, but this was different. This was someone else.
Adam’s wet fingers slid inside him, opening him right up. All he had to do was breathe and bear down. The little ache was distant, like nothing he’d ever known.
He shifted, trying to get more, to get comfortable.
“Spread for me, now.”
Adam helped his legs move, and he bent one knee, legs drawing apart. Then those fingers were really pushing him, spreading him, getting him ready.
Landon found himself moving, pushing back, riding the sensation.
Adam watched him, those mossy eyes never leaving him, like the man wanted to memorize everything. If he wasn’t going out of his goddamn mind with pleasure, he’d give Adam a show.
“That’s it, honey. Almost there.” Another finger slipped inside him, the pressure suddenly enormous.
“Oh, damn.” His shoulders lifted up off the mattress.
“Shh.” Stroking his chest with the other hand, Adam moved slow, letting him get used to things.
“Make me crazy.” He propped himself up on his elbows, head falling back between his shoulder blades.
“Do I?” That smile was like a cat licking cream.
“Lawd, yes.” More than anything ever.
“You ready to ride, honey? I’m hurtin’ I’m so damned hard for you.”
“I’m ready, load me up.” Landon needed to know how it felt to have this man inside him.
“Classy.” Adam laughed, pulling free and pushing between his legs, cock gloved up and ready to go.
“Shee-it. I ain’t all fancy. I come from the bayou.” He touched the tip of Adam’s dick.
“Now, don’t think I can hold out if you do that. Even gloved, I’m ready.”
That felt good, to know that Adam was wanting so bad, even after coming already. Made Landon feel like Adam really wanted him, not just to get off. Made his cock ache.
He grabbed his knees, drew them up and out. Might as well get to doing.
Adam nodded, staring at his body, dick going right to his hole. The head pushed in, tight and scratchy even with the lube. Landon told himself to breathe, to trust in the fact that this man was meant to do this, and so was he.
Hoodoo didn’t lie none.
Adam slid inside him, his body relaxing from one breath to another. Before he could even blink, Adam was deep in him, hips against his ass.
He stared, tracing the curve of Adam’s collarbone, the sprinkle of tiny freckles on the tan skin fascinating. He swallowed hard when Adam started to move, his hips rocking up and back. He felt every inch, every single inch as Adam pulled back, then tightened the lean abs and pressed in.
His body felt like it was going to burst into flame. He felt stretched, full, and it was the most amazing thing. Adam’s hand slid over his belly, and it drew out a low moan.
“Your skin is on fire, honey. So sweet.” Adam was talking to him, and it got dirtier by the second, endearments and compliments giving way to sex words.
“Filled with you, me.” Christ, every touch, every word felt like a lick of fire.
“Uh-huh. Now for the really good part.” Adam started riding faster, just enough to make Landon grit his teeth and pant.
His hands opened and closed, the ache inside him fucking huge, and he kept struggling, reaching for an ease to it. Adam helped, kissing him, stroking his chest, his belly and finally his cock.
The touch to his dick made his eyes cross, made him call out.
“Hard, sweet, honey. I like it.” Adam slammed into him now, and somehow he felt like he could take it. He met the next thrust with his own strength.
He clung to Adam’s shoulders, his fingers digging in.
“Hungry little hole.” Adam fucked him like there was no tomorrow. He would have been embarrassed at how much he needed it, but Adam was like a machine, and hard as a rock, so he wasn’t the only one.
His cock ached, his balls heavy and full, pressed between them.
“That’s it, honey. I can feel you all around me, can feel you squeeze. You want to come, huh?”
“Please.” He was desperate for it.
“Yeah. Look at you. Burning up.” Adam pushed him higher and higher, slamming into him.
He rolled up onto his shoulders, Adam supporting his lower body with his strength.
“Come on, honey. Yeah. So tight.”
Adam smiled at him—at least he thought it was a smile, it could have been an orgasm or a back spasm—but it worked, pushed him right over the edge.
Adam grunted, and now he could see the difference. That was orgasm face. The other had been a smile.
His body shivered, his cock throbbing and spurting out the very last of his spunk. Bucking against him, Adam made this wild sound—half cry, half moan—finishing off inside him.
The temptation to hoot was huge. He didn’t—something told him Adam wouldn’t be impressed with a loud “ooo-eee”. Maybe even be offended. It happened with non-Cajuns.
“Not bad, honey.”
“I reckon I’ll get better at it.” He was a quick learner.
“You think so? We might have to try again in a bit.” Adam patted his back, a little clumsy, but it felt nice.
“We might.” Maybe tomorrow. He bet his Momma’s teeth that he’d be damned sore in the morning.
“Don’t worry, honey. There are a ton of things we can try.”
Well, hell, that sounded damn promising. “Ooo-eee!” Sometimes you just had to let it out.
Adam laughed, slapping his ass. “And yeehaw.”
“Hell, yeah.” He couldn’t help grinning, feeling as lazy as a Sunday morning sinner.
“Stay with me awhile, huh? It’s pretty comfy in here.” Adam hung on, hands moving on his skin idly.
“I’m all over that. You smell like Heaven, if they fuck there.”
“If they don’t, I don’t want to go.” Adam reached over to the cooler and grabbed a couple of beers. That was nice, to just loll in bed and drink.
“You got amazing horses, huh? So good and wanting to be polite for you.”
“You think Sugarland is polite?” Adam laughed out loud. “She’s tried to eat everyone but Chrissy.”
“She’s amazing. I work with field horses at home for folks, they’re mean.” He knew from toothy bitches.
“Well, she sure liked you. Chris was grateful.”
“I know that it’s hard, having a sibling down.” He knew when his twin hurt, when she needed him.
“It is.” Adam’s mouth tightened. “He was out like a light for a minute, and I think it froze me a little.”
“When Sister fell off the barn, I couldn’t stand up for three days.”
“She fell off the barn?” Adam stared, eyebrows drawn down. “How old is your sister?”
“Three minutes younger than me.” He grinned, thinking of the money he’d be able to send her. He’d made himself enough for the tax bill today.
“You’re a twin?” That seemed to make Adam look at him differently, but he didn’t hold it against the man. It meant something, if you knew what that was like, to have shared the womb with someone. Landon understood.
“Yep. I know we ain’t identical, but we got the same heart, her and me.”
“Yeah. That explains a lot, actually.”
Landon didn’t know what that meant, but it didn’t seem like something he ought to ask, either. He settled, stretching out. “Y’all are here in Texas, huh? West?”
“Floydada.” Adam tickled his belly a bit, rough fingers catching on his short hairs.
“Wh… Way out there.” Landon snorted, one leg drawing up. “Don’t pull ’em out! I’ll look like a Brazilian!”
“Only Joa waxes that hard.”
“Yeah, I can’t imagine. That’s gotta sting like fire ants.”
“More like someone poured Sterno on your skin.” Adam’s cheeks went red. Oh-ho! Someone had tried waxing at some point.
“Oh, douce, you got yourself some fuzzy, now.” He petted that flat belly.
“I do. I will never go there again.”
“No. No, I cain’t see I ever thought to do that.” That was a thing for fancy women and shiny men.
Adam made this rumbling noise that worked its way to Landon’s toes. Then came the jaw-cracking yawn. “You gonna call me old again if I need a nap?”
“Lawd, no, Vieux. It’s late, and we had some beers, us.” Landon let himself relax, lean in.
Adam squeezed him with one arm, yawning again. “Good deal.”
It took a second to find out where they fit together, but they did and it only took seconds for sleep to take him.
Who knew what would happen tomorrow? Tonight he had Adam, and that was enough to soothe his soul.
Adam woke up and blinked, trying to figure out why his right arm was still asleep. It was numb. Completely. Damn.
There was a nut-brown Cajun curled into his side, fingers on his belly.