Chapter 6
The cock I’ve stared at in the communal shower, the one that’s starred in so many of my dirtiest fantasies, is right here in front of me. Thick, dark, heavily veined, already filling out in his fist. My Charizard.
“You can touch it, Justin,” Malik says, stroking himself slowly. “Go on. Don’t be shy.”
Four pairs of eyes on me. Sam by the door. Rex on his bunk. Flynn leaning against the wall. And Malik in front of me, offering what I’ve wanted since the day I arrived.
“Well now,” Flynn says, stepping closer. “This is getting interesting.” He looks from Malik to me. “What are you waiting for? His dick’s not gonna suck itself.”
My hand trembles as I reach out and wrap my fingers around Malik’s shaft.
Fuck. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the feel of a hardening cock in my grip.
Warm and alive. I stroke him, the silky skin sliding over the hard core beneath.
Before I even know what I’m doing, I’m on my knees on the dusty floor.
“Malik,” I say, looking up at him. “I never thought?—”
“Me neither, J.” He pushes his jeans farther down. “But here we are.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
“Shhh.” He brings himself to my lips. “You’re making up for it now.”
I glance at Rex. He’s still on his bunk, bare-chested, watching with his arms resting on his knees. His expression gives nothing away, but the fact that he’s here, watching all of this unfold without protest, is all the green light I need.
I open my mouth and take Malik in, my tongue swirling around the head.
Familiar and new all at once. The weight on my tongue, the stretch of my jaw, the taste of musky skin.
But this is Malik. The kind, patient guy who’s been teaching me how to be a cowboy, and now the most private part of him is in my mouth.
“Fuck,” he breathes, one hand coming to rest on the back of my head. “That feels good.”
I take him deeper, fingers wrapped around the base, working what I can’t fit with my hand.
I’m getting good at this. I’ve learned to control my gag reflex, to breathe through my nose, to take him deep without choking.
My head starts to bob, lips sliding along his length, determined to give him everything I’ve got.
“You know how long it’s been since I’ve had this?” Malik says, his hips starting to move in shallow thrusts. “Since the day I came to this ranch. That’s how long.”
Malik’s been here almost a year. A whole year without anyone touching him like this. The thought alone makes my cock strain against my jeans. He’s probably taken care of himself plenty, but a hand isn’t a mouth. And I want to make this worth every single one of those lonely nights.
So I put everything I’ve learned into it. A little of Flynn’s cockiness, a little of Sam’s urgency, and a whole lot of my own hunger. I take him deeper with each pass, letting my saliva coat him, making it messy, slick, and wet.
I look up at him, my eyes watering slightly from the stretch, and the look on his face is incredible. Head tipped back, eyes closed, lips parted in silent pleasure. I’m doing that. I’m the one putting that look on his face. I’m giving him what he’s been missing.
Flynn must notice it too, because he takes another step closer, now standing right beside us. “Damn, Justin. You’re getting awfully good at that.” A zipper slides down, and then Flynn’s cock is right there beside Malik’s, hard and waiting. “Mind if I join the party?”
“Wait your turn,” Malik growls without opening his eyes. “You get him every day.”
“Greedy,” Flynn laughs. “Can’t blame you though. That mouth is fucking heaven.”
“Yeah, it is,” Malik agrees, pushing my head down. I take him to the root, nose buried in the coarse hair at his base, and swallow around him. He swears. In all the weeks I’ve known Malik, I’ve never heard a single curse word out of his mouth.
Until now.
He starts thrusting in earnest, losing control. Pushing into my mouth, testing my limits, going deeper until I can feel him at the back of my throat. I’m drooling, spit slicking my chin, but I don’t care. I want more. I want all of him.
“Look at him,” Flynn says, stroking himself as he watches. “He loves it. Don’t you, Justin?”
I can’t answer with my mouth full, but I make a muffled sound of agreement that makes Malik shudder.
“Damn right you do. I could watch this all night.”
I pull off Malik with a gasp, lips swollen and slick, a string of spit still connecting us.
“You don’t have to just watch,” I say, catching my breath before turning to Flynn.
I take him in, tasting the familiar salt of him.
His cock curves slightly, hitting a different spot in the back of my throat, and I moan around him.
“Fuck, yes,” Flynn groans, grabbing one of the bunk beds for support. “That’s it. Show the guys what you can do.”
I alternate between them, turning from one to the other, my hands working whoever my mouth isn’t on.
Two hard cocks, all for me. Two different tastes, two different weights in my palm.
Both rock-hard and leaking against my tongue, dripping onto my hand.
This is a level of greed I never knew I was capable of, and I’m reveling in it.
So much so that when I come up for a breath, I risk a glance at Sam and Rex.
Sam is still by the door, but he’s palming himself through his jeans, his face a mask of conflicted want. He wants to be over here. I know he does. But that stubborn pride, that fear of being caught, holds him back. His jaw is tight, chewing on his lower lip.
And Rex... Rex is still on his bunk, but he’s changed positions.
Sitting with his legs spread, arms braced behind him, angled so I get a perfect view of the rigid bulge straining against the front of his jeans.
He’s hard. We made the stoic soldier hard.
He might not approve of what’s going on, but he’s certainly not immune.
“Sam, Rex,” I say, my voice hoarse from all the face-fucking. “You don’t have to stay over there. There’s more than enough to go around.”
Flynn whistles softly. “Damn. The guy’s getting bold.”
“You didn’t get to finish, Sam,” I say, my gaze fixed on his pale blue eyes. “In the bathroom. Let me make it up to you.”
He lets out a shaky breath. “Justin, I already told you...”
“And Rex,” I continue. “All that tension you’re carrying around. You said it yourself. A man has needs. And you’ve got a loaded gun in your pants.” I hold his gaze. “Let me take the safety off.”
I don’t even know where these words are coming from. I sound like Flynn. Confident, cocky, provocative. Maybe a little of him has rubbed off on me. Or maybe I’m just starting to understand my own power for the first time. Either way, it’s working. I can see their resolve crumbling.
“What about Wade?” Sam says, clinging to the last of his defenses. “What if he comes by?”
“You saw how much whiskey he put away tonight. He’s not coming back out,” Malik says. “Besides, this is our space. We should be able to let off some steam without worrying about the boss. This stays in this room. Between us.”
“Yeah,” Flynn chimes in. “What happens in the bunkhouse stays in the bunkhouse. Right, boys?”
That’s the final push Sam needs. He takes a deep breath and walks over, pulling his shirt off on the way. His body is hard and lean from the ranch work, muscles shifting beneath sun-bronzed skin. He stops in front of me, the bulge in his jeans right at eye level.
“You’ve been askin’ for this all night, haven’t you?” he says, undoing his fly. “Teasing me at the bar. Dragging me into that bathroom. You’re a troublemaker, you know that?”
“Just taking care of my friends,” I say with a grin.
He pulls himself out, and I don’t wait. Not for a single second.
I take him in my mouth, all of him at once, my nose bumping against his stomach.
I suck him hard, cheeks hollowing, pulling on him like I’m trying to draw the life right out of him.
All that frustration and denial and fear.
He’s feeding it to me now, and I’m taking every inch of it.
He doesn’t last more than a minute. As soon as I pick up the pace, he gasps. “Oh shit, I’m—” His whole body tenses and he floods my mouth. Salty spurts hit the back of my throat, over and over, and I swallow them down, not wasting a single drop.
“Fuck, sorry,” he pants, pulling out. “It’s been days. And that bathroom…”
“It’s okay,” I say, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “That was the point.”
“Dude, did you seriously just bust in thirty seconds?” Flynn laughs. “All that restraint really messed you up, huh?”
Sam scowls, but the blissed-out look on his face ruins it. “Shut up, Flynn. You try holding out for days and see how you do.”
“Nah, I’d rather not,” Flynn says with a wink. “Life’s too short. Right, T-Rex?”
We all look at Rex. He hasn’t moved from his bunk, but one of his hands is resting on his thigh, dangerously close to the hard line beneath his jeans.
“You know, it doesn’t count as a group activity unless everyone’s in,” Flynn says. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but at least take it out. We can all see what’s straining against that zipper.”
Rex’s jaw tightens. He looks around the room. Three half-naked men gathered around me. Me on my knees, flushed and wrecked. Then, with a sigh that seems to come from the soles of his feet, he stands.
He walks over until he’s standing in front of me, a tower of muscle and restrained tension. Grabs my face in both hands, tilts my head back, forces me to look up at him.
“Let me be clear. This is about getting off. That’s it.”
“I understand.”
He pulls my face against his crotch, smothering me in rough denim. “Smell that?” he growls. “A whole evening of sweat. An hour in the truck, then sitting in that bar pretending I couldn’t see you sneaking off to the bathroom. You want it, you take it as it is.”
“I wannit,” I mumble into his crotch. “Please.”
He holds me there, letting me breathe him in, letting me feel the heat of him through the fabric. Then he lets go and unzips.