Page 28 of The Rancher's Code

“Not yet, baby,” I murmured, my mouth kissing down the side of his throat. I used my grip on his waist to pull him down to the couch next to us, not stopping until I hovered over him, my body on top of his. I kissed him again, this time on his lips, my tongue deepening the kiss as it went on. I loved how he felt underneath me, his body perfectly angled against mine, our chests breathing in time.

I smiled to myself as I felt him getting harder underneath me, his cock pressing against my thigh. “Is there something you wanted to talk about, baby?”

“Nope. Can’t think of a single thing.” Dylan’s response came out breathy. “Don’t stop touching me. Please.”

I moved away from him slightly, just enough to reach a hand down between us, my palm rubbing against his still clothed cock, running up and down the length of him. “You sure there’s nothing you wanted to talk about?”

“Cole,” Dylan whined my name, and it was the most perfect sound. “Don’t tease me like that.”

“I’m not teasing you, Dylan. I’m just making you feel good.” I continued playing with his cock through his pants, feeling him getting harder and harder in my hand. “I want to make you come like this. I’mgoingto make you come like this.”

“You don’t want me to take my pants off?”

“No. I want to make a total mess out of you.” I kissed him sweetly on the cheek. “I want you covered in so much of your come… and my come… I want how much you want me… and how much I want you… to be undeniable.”

“Fuck.” Dylan groaned and closed his eyes. “Fuck, I’m way too close?—”

“Come for me, baby,” I whispered in his ear. “Show me how much you want me…”

“Cole… Cole…” His breaths came out quick, his cock tensing in my hand. “I’m coming?—”

I closed my mouth over his, kissing him as he whimpered and shivered. When he was finished, I slipped my hand underneath the band of his pants, my fingers heading straight for the wet tip of his shaft. I circled it with my fingertips before bringing it back up to my lips, licking the taste of him off my hand.

Dylan blushed bright red as he watched me. “Why do you keep—when you do that it’s?—”

“Because you’re mine, that’s why,” I reminded him. “And if I want to taste you, I’ll taste you as much as I want.”

Before he could say anything else, my hands were at the bottom of his shirt, lifting it over his head. I went for hispants next, finally pulling them away from his legs, his boxers following right after. His shaft bobbed free, still wet with his come. Instinctively, I reached down and licked the rest of his come off his tip, casually cleaning him up.

“Wait, Cole—” Dylan whined again. “I just came?—”

“Don’t worry, baby. I was just cleaning you up a little bit.” I playfully winked. “I’m not interested in torturing you.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” He pouted.

“Fuck.”

“What?”

“You’re still so fucking cute.” I grinned, my eyes scanning up and down his perfect body. My grin turned into a serious line, as a thought suddenly crossed my mind. “I… uh… I think I want to try something.”

“What is it?”

“Not here.” I moved away from the couch before placing my hands underneath him. A few seconds later and he was in my arms, as I carried him to my bedroom. Dylan wrapped his arms around my neck for good measure, a bright laugh escaping his chest.

“You’re developing a real thing for cradling me like this.”

“Maybe I’m developing a real thing forsweeping you off your feet.”

Once we’d crossed the threshold to my bedroom, I softly placed Dylan on the bed. He looked right at home against my bedsheets, visions of me spooning him to sleep quickly occupying my mind. My bed was way too large for one person, something I’d never really thought too much about until right this very moment.

“This is so comfortable.” Dylan sighed, spreading his arms against the sheets. “You must sleep like a king.”

A few moments of making bed angels passed, and then he propped himself up on his elbows. “What did you want to try with me, Cole?”

“I…want to eat you out.”

“Oh.”

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