Chapter 6 #2
“Your skin feels so damned warm.” Adam was talking more these days.
Landon took that as a good sign.
He managed to get the rubber on that fat, thick dick. The whole maneuver took longer than it should have—he kept stopping to touch. Adam didn’t seem to be worrying on it too terribly hard, either. No, the man was soaking up his touch like a hound in the sun.
He wrapped his lips around one tight nipple, teeth teasing just a bit, tempting Adam to play.
It worked. Adam rubbed against him like a cat in heat.
Fucking made his mouth dry, made him lick his lips, lick Adam’s skin.
That, in turn, made Adam hump up and nip at him, stinging bites landing on his neck and shoulder.
“Don’t stop.” He shifted, straddled Adam. “Want.”
“Not gonna stop, honey.” He felt Adam slick up the condom, then that thick cock was poking at him.
He sank right on back, humming a cheery little song. Fifth ride of the night for his happy ass. This one was gonna be way more fun than a two thousand pound bull, though. Way more. More fun, and longer than eight seconds, too.
“Will you stop thinking so loud, honey? It’s time to ride.”
“Riding. Woohoo! In it for the whole thing.” He had to tease. Had to.
Adam snorted. “This is the big purse, honey.”
“Shit, yeah. The one that counts.” He leaned down, brought their mouths together.
The kiss went on for a long while, almost leisurely, while Adam slid inside him. One inch at a time. By the time his ass was on Adam’s thighs, he was gulping in deep breaths, his heart slamming in his chest.
Adam held his hips, fingers digging in. The bruises would blend with the ones he already had, but he’d know these. He’d see them for days, not the ones from the bull rides. These meant Adam was holding on.
He moved faster, his hips rolling, his belly tight, holding him upright. Adam filled him until his teeth hurt, clenching against the shout. They slapped together, his cock bobbing, bouncing between them. His balls pulled up, the heat of Adam’s body making them feel so good.
Adam was driving him down, tugging on him. Fuck. Fuck, yes. He arched, his body swaying, his hands searching for something solid. They landed on the headboard with a slap, and he held on, his hips rocking. His ass slapped Adam’s hips, and his breath hitched. Fucking perfect, them. Together. Now.
Landon’s eyelids went heavy, his everything bouncing away. With the way Adam stared, cursed in that hard voice, Landon didn’t feel like an idiot. He felt sexy. He felt like the center of Adam’s fucking universe.
Landon felt more than good enough, like he could climb the highest mountain.
“Gon’ ride you to the ground, cher.” ’Til Adam begged for mercy.
“You’d better. Need it.” Those big hands pulled him down again and again, their skin slapping together with these crazy noises.
Thank God they’d done took the edge off. Otherwise he’d be going off like a rocket. Instead, he could let it build and build.
Adam’s hands were everywhere, scratching and tugging, pinching some. Each sensation pushed him, sending him flying. He loved Adam’s sounds, the scent of that amazing skin. His knees protested and he told them to shut the fuck up. He was busy.
Adam chuckled. “You’re pretty intense, honey.”
“Am I? I’m focused, me.” He squeezed Adam’s cock as tight as he could, pulling his muscles in.
“Hell, yes.” The tendons in Adam’s neck stood out, those heavy chest muscles flexing. Oo-eee! Someone liked that. So he did it again, and again.
“Landon. God. Do it…” Adam trailed off, but Landon got the message.
He sat up, driving himself down on Adam’s dick, rubbing the heavy head against his gland. His eyes rolled back, his ass rocking, and Adam shouted, really moving under him.
“Fuck. Fuck.” He jacked himself hard and fast, pulling with all he had.
“Uh-huh. So pretty. Feels so good around me when you do that.”
“Need you like breathing.” He was right there, his muscles quivering.
Adam’s hand closed over his, helping him pull. “Harder, honey.”
“Harder…” He clenched his teeth, his orgasm barreling down on him like a stampede.
“Oh, fuck.” Adam bucked like it was roughstock night at the ranch, almost throwing him off.
He shot, spunk spraying over Adam’s belly, his ass working that fine dick. That was all it took to push Adam right over the edge, too. Landon felt each pulse, even with Adam wearing a rubber.
Landon slumped forward, trusting in his cowboy to catch him. Lord, lord—that was fine.
“I got you, honey.” Adam caught him like he knew would happen, hands strong, easing him down.
“Thank God for favors large and small.”
Adam chuckled, the sound like a chuffing bobcat or swamp kitty. He thought Adam might be getting better at laughing. He nuzzled in, hummed, just about as settled as a doodlebug.
“Missed you.” The words came from Adam, so quiet Landon wondered if he imagined them.
“I hear that.” He kissed Adam’s collarbone, tongue slipping out to gather the salt of his cowboy’s skin.
“What am I going to do about you?”
“Keep me. Possibly feed my skinny ass.”
“I could do that.” Adam pulled back to stare into his face. “You look wrung out, honey.”
“I rode, though, so it’s worth it.”
“Made you some travel money, huh?” Adam stroked his hair. “Whatcha want to eat?”
“Mmm. Chili burgers and onion rings.”
“We can do that.” He got him another kiss, Adam loving on him a moment.
He curled in and settled, exploring, eyes counting dark hairs, silver ones. They relaxed together, just breathing a good long while. At least until Landon’s belly rumbled. Hard.
Adam snorted. “Time to feed you.”
“Me?” He fluttered his eyelashes, playing. Flirting.
“Hell, yes. Look at me. Calling room service.”
He watched, tickling Adam’s ribs as the man reached for the hotel phone. They tussled a moment, laughing, breathless. God, he loved this. So much. Adam seemed younger when he played.
Landon ended up with his cheek on Adam’s thighs, tracing weird little scars. One traveled like a river, twisting down around the back of Adam’s knee.
He’d bet it was from the tip of a rope. It wasn’t rough enough to be barbed wire. A puncture just below the hip, now, that might have been a horn. Maybe a steer. He kissed it, tongue sliding around the edge, and Adam’s words slowed, stuttered.
“No. Chili-size. Right. The burger.” Adam sounded like he’d swallowed a frog.
Mmm. Chili. Cheese. Beef. He sucked up a mark, right under the scar.
“Uh-huh.” Adam’s voice rose on the last syllable. “Sorry. Yeah. Coffee and iced tea.”
God, this was fun. He nibbled along Adam’s inner thigh, going for more entertainment value. It worked. Adam twitched, grunting.
“You smell like home.” He murmured the words, sucking up a tiny mark.
“Do I?” Adam hung up and grinned at him. “Like swamp water and moss?”
“Like ’gator jerky.” He could tease back, him. He knew silly words. He and Sister traded them all the time.
“Oh, I like it. I smell like fishy chicken.” Adam whacked his hip.
“Toothy, too. Don’t forget that.”
“With scales.” They wrestled a little, Adam easier, happier.
“Least I didn’t call you a nutria.” He wrinkled his nose, laughing hard.
Adam tilted his head. “You ever seen a basset hound hunting nutria?”
“Them wee dogs? Lord, no. They’d drown.” He’d seen Mr. Coke’s babies. They were heavy in the bones like Beau.
“Dillon took his to Beau’s. Them silly dogs were amazing.”
“Lord, I bet Boudreaux had himself a howl.”
Adam hooted. “That big bloodhound acted like those bassets were his babies. He was so proud.”
“He’s a good pup. He was a butthead when they were training his floppy ass.”
“God, yes.” They settled, sort of snuggling. One of them would have to put on pants to get the food.
He would manage. There were sweats, somewhere in his pack. Right now it was way more important to be right where he was.
That was right where he needed to be.