Tank chuckled into his mouth, then slid one hand down to that tight, hard-muscled little ass. It was so easy to draw Dalton’s leg up along the outside of his, spreading the lean cowboy for his fingers.
Dalton grunted, his back arching, pushing against his hands. He slipped a finger along from behind the heavy balls to the tiny, grasping hole. Oh, he wanted to know what that would feel like around his cock, but first, he wanted to explore, to play.
He wanted everything.
Dalton bit him, making him gasp. “Damn, honey!”
“Sorry.” Yeah, he didn’t think there was much regret there.
Oh, it was on. He reached down to grab Dalton’s balls, tugging them gently.
Dalton’s lips parted on a sweet little moan, and so he pulled again, letting Dalton feel him deep. Someone wanted the hardest sensations, the edge of pain. Thank God. Tank liked to really push it to the edge.
“Jesus, you’re sweet as honey.” Tank moaned the words against Dalton’s lips. “Gon’ tear you up.”
“Promises, promises.”
“I never break one if I can help it.” He grinned, just ready to love this man to a puddle.
“No. Me neither.”
No. They were cowboys. That was the code.
He kept rolling and touching, tugging and rubbing those soft balls, but he watched Dalton’s eyes, the need and excitement clear as a bell. Tank knew Dalton would let him know when it was time to move on, time to get more serious.
Dalton began to explore—stroking Tank’s nipples, pulling the heavy mat of hair on his chest.
He rumbled, twisting to get more because that felt damn good. Not quite as good as when Dalton broke at the hips and took his nipple in, sucking good and hard.
Tank let his head fall back against the pillow, his breath coming in sharply.Hoo yeah.Now they were cooking with oil again. He rubbed the ridge of skin on Dalton’s sac that separated the balls, pulling when the velvety package drew up.
So damn sensitive. He loved how Dalton’s body gave very clear signals.
There was nothing like being with a man who loved to fuck, who needed. He didn’t have to hold back, didn’t have to worry. He pressed just his pinky to that strip of skin between balls and ass, knowing it would stimulate the tiny gland beneath. Dalton’s response was to drag his tongue over the tight nub of Tank’s nip, making his abs clench.
Fuck, yes.
He tapped again, a little harder this time.
“More.” Dalton said it against his skin, demanding.
“You can have all you can take, Dalton.”
Dalton stared up at him in the fading light, focused as all get-out. “I can take a lot.”
Fuck yeah.Tank nodded hard. “I bet you can. I can’t believe I get to give it.” He moved his hand, using two fingers now to rub and press.
Dalton moaned deep in his chest, face going lax for a second before he started leaving biting kisses across Tank’s chest.
“Yeah. Damn, honey, you like that.” He needed lube so he could feel it from the inside.
How was this firecracker of a man not taken? Not fucked daily? Those strong fingers found his other nipple and squeezed, curling his toes. He bucked and grabbed ahold of Dalton’s head, encouraging him to keep on.
Dalton chuckled, the air pouring over his skin.
“Mmm.” He circled Dalton’s hole with his finger and pushed hard on that wrinkled strip of skin with his thumb, making Dalton cry out for him. That was tight and hot and would be heaven inside. “Need some lube, honey. Don’t go anywhere. I want to touch you deep.”
“Where would I go?” Dalton watched his every move like a hawk.