Page 56 of Undone

“Nothing,” Ford muttered.

“That’s what I thought. Can I continue?”

Even though Dylan stood at the opposite end of the bench, he caught Ford’s nod.

“You know, peanut butter is great covered in chocolate,” Dylan grabbed two small packets of lube and a condom from the room’s basket. When he returned to stand between Ford’s legs, he tore open one lube packet. “When’s the last time you’ve been fucked?”

Ford blew out a loud breath and shook his head. “I don’t know, Boss.”

“I’ll take that to mean years?”

“Yes, Boss.”

“Damn, you’re going to be tight, then.” He took his time spreading Ford’s muscular ass cheeks, drizzling some of the lube over his puckered hole, then spread the rest of the packet on his index and middle finger. “A little stretching couldn’t hurt first.”

Ford said nothing as Dylan stroked his lubed fingers around his tight ring.

“You need to relax. Being this tense isn’t going to help,” he murmured, dipping the tip of one finger in. He pulled it out, then pushed it in farther. He repeated that until his index finger was fully seated. Then he started all over again, this time adding his middle finger.

What sounded like a lion’s chuff came from Ford as soon as Dylan sank both fingers deep inside him. He alternated pumping them in and out and scissoring them, waiting for the man to relax. If he couldn’t handle two fingers, he certainly wouldn’t be able to handle Dylan’s cock. It was bigger than that.

And while Dylan might want to put him in his place, he didn’t want to actually hurt the guy. Pleasurable pain was one thing. An injury was another.

Plus, despite his annoyance with Ford being involved with Erin, over the last few months of working together on the ranch resort, Ford had proved himself time and time again that he was a decent guy. Reliable. Loyal. Hard-working. Knowledgeable.

Not to mention, sexy as hell.

As facilities manager, Ford was one of their most important employees. He helped keep the ranch running smoothly. Because of that, he didn’t want to torture the guy, only remind him who was in charge. At least, here at Double D.

Simply put, he also wanted to have sex with him ever since that kiss out in the far pasture.

Curling his fingers, Dylan easily located Ford’s walnut-sized pleasure button. What Dylan called “the rocket launcher.” He’d never been with any man able to resist losing control when his prostate was stimulated.

He couldn’t avoid it himself. In fact, one partner played with Dylan’s prostate for so long, he cried mercy after he was drained dry. He was so exhausted afterward, he slept a solid eight hours after that.

He wouldn’t do that to Ford. Not today, anyway, since he already came in Erin earlier. This time it was Dylan’s turn to come.

He continued to play with Ford’s P-spot until he was humping the bench and groaning. It was obvious he was tryingto stop himself since every thrust moved his legs, which in turn, pulled on the “humbler.”

That had to hurt.

“Do you want to come?” Dylan asked.

“Yes, Boss.”

“From what I remember, Erin makes some damn good peanut butter pie.”

“Will you let me come if I say it?”

“No.” Dylan pulled his fingers out, wiped them off on a nearby hand towel and grabbed the condom next. He ripped open the gold foil package and rolled the lubed, latex disc down his throbbing cock.

He was so ready to put his dick where his fingers had been. Opening the second lube pack, he added even more to his covered cock and dripped more on Ford’s hole. At least it wasn’t pinched shut this time.

Even so, Dylan doubted he was stretched enough to not experience any discomfort.

Shifting forward, he pressed the tip of his erection against Ford’s exposed anus. “Have you heard that peanut butter icing is great on chocolate cake?”

“I’m not saying it.”

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