Page 20 of The Rancher's Code

“Do you really want people asking why the wedding planner has a hickey?” I replied. “Besides, you don’t have to worry about Alex.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“Yep. I know. Because I’m going to make you forget all about him.” Cole lightly chuckled before bringing his mouth back to my neck, planting kisses up and down my skin. His hands slipped underneath my shirt, his palms shamelessly searching my chest. I whimpered at the feel of his bare hands all over me, soon returning the favor.

Fuck.

His chest was like steel, all hard muscles. Before I had a chance to keep exploring, Cole shifted my hands away from him, placing them back around his shoulders. I was about to call him a control freak when I felt him lifting me up by the waist. I wrapped my legs around him, instinctively, and Cole brought us over to the nearest wall. With my back pressed against the barn wall, Cole kissed me again, just as deep as before. I kissed him back with just as much emphasis, losing myself in the feel of him and how effortlessly he’d carried me across the room.

“Oh. Um…” My skin was suddenly flushing, as I felt Cole hardening beneath me, my brain easily imagining every inch of him. “Did you want to stop or?—”

“Did you just ask me if I want to stop?”

“I just—” The flush against my skin got even worse, words failing to come out right. “If you’re still trying to figure out if you like this—if you like me—we should probably take a breather before going too far?—”

“I know what I want, Dylan.”

“Sure, you say that now?—”

“I want your mouth on me. That sound good to you?” Cole stared at me, his gaze intense. “I want to come inside your mouth and have you looking up at me the whole time.”

“Then you should probably let me down so I can get to work.” I stared right back at him as he shifted away from me, giving me just enough space to let my feet touch the ground. Once I felt my shoes on the barn floor, I sank even lower, not stopping until I was on my knees in front of him. His hands were already on his belt, loosening it, his eyes never leaving mine. When he was down to his boxers, I grabbed on either side of them, pulling them towards the ground.

Oh.

Fuck.

Cole washuge. My mind ran out ahead of me, wondering how I was ever going to fit him inside me, let alone fit him inside my mouth. I flexed my jaw a few times as I stared at his cock, psyching myself up for the future workout.

“Is something wrong?” Cole asked, concern lining his question. “Sorry, I’ve never done this before with… you.”

I smiled at him, not answering him with my words.

Instead, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. I moaned as I took in even more of him, trying to fit as much of him as possible inside. His cock twitched against my tongue, his shaft seeming to get even harder once I’d taken every inch. I ran my tongue up and down the length of him, then, playfully swiping at his tip, shivering at the taste of precome I found there.

Cole groaned above me, his hips beginning to push against my mouth like he was fucking me. I felt myself getting hard at the idea of Cole’s cock deep inside me but couldn’t do anything about it, at least not yet. I brought my focus back to Cole, hollowing out my cheeks as I bobbed my head up and down his shaft, meeting him every time his hips pushed against my mouth.

“Fuck, Dylan…” Cole groaned again. “I’m going to… right down your throat…”

I looked up at him and gave him a pleading expression, my best attempt at sayingyes, pleasewithout taking his cock out of my mouth. A few moments later and he was doing exactly what he said he’d do, his come painting my tongue as his breaths came out short and jagged. I swallowed every drop of him, loving the way he tasted, the way he kept pumping against my lips until he was completely spent.

When it seemed like he was finally finished, I started to stand up from the floor?—

“Don’t move,” Cole instructed as he pulled up his boxers and pants. “Stay right there.”

I sank back down to the floor, doing as I was told. A second or two later, Cole sank down in front of me, gently nudging me to get on my back.

“Wait, Cole, you don’t have to?—”

“You don’t want me to?” he asked, his hand already unzipping my jeans. “You don’t want me to touch you, Dylan? To make you feel good?”

He didn’t wait for me to answer, his fingers pulling down my boxers just enough to free my cock. I watched as he licked a long stripe across his hand, right before wrapping his palm around my shaft. I whimpered and whined as he stroked me, Cole’s eyes never leaving mine.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

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