Page 111 of Rainbow Rodeo

Dalton grunted and drew one leg up beneath him, spreading himself wider.

The way that tilted everything made Dalton’s muscles stand out, and Tank traced the line of Dalton’s spine with his free hand. He leaned down, scraping his teeth along the small of Dalton’s back.

“Oh.”

That breathy sound made him smile against Dalton’s skin.

“Sweet baby. I fucking love how you need.” He bit again, refusing to let Dalton think.

“Tank.” Dalton tried to crawl away, so Tank held him down with one hand on the small of his back.

“Let me. Please. I fucking need to make you scream.”

“Anything. Just… I need it.” Dalton went spread-eagle, his legs sliding on the sheets.

He spread Dalton wide, testing the tiny ring of muscles with his thumbs. He needed to get the lube, but he knew Dalton loved the threat of the scratchiness. He licked, easing the way the slightest bit, then pushed a little deeper.

Those strong hands dug into the bedcovers. “Yeah. Like that,” Dalton murmured.

Tank hummed and repeated himself—lick and push, lick and push, Dalton’s flavor and scent like a drug inside him. His own cock throbbed, his balls aching.

Dalton was trying to pull him deeper, those tight muscles working his fingers. Tank could hardly wait to get in there. Still, he would make Dalton wait, make him shake and shiver and beg.

The lube rested on the side table along with a pack of condoms. Someone wanted to be ready.

That suited Tank all the way to the ground.

He finally rose up on his knees to grab that lube, needing to get Dalton really ready. Oh, hey, condom first so he didn’t have to fumble with wet hands.

He grinned, stupidly pleased with himself. Condom achieved in no time, and lube opened.Woo.

He slicked his fingers and pressed his thumbs in, spreading Dalton’s hole. His own hips jerked, telling him how little time he had. “Not going to be able to wait too long. You’re too fine.”

“I’m going crazy.” Dalton began humping the bed, his ass rising and falling.

“Don’t you come without me, now.”

“Hurry, then!” Dalton stopped, his muscles shuddering under his skin.

He popped Dalton firmly on the butt. “Bossy!”

“I totally was.” Dalton laughed, but the sound was one of raw need. “I can do it again, if you want.”

“Are you wanting to get your butt beat, baby?” Listen to all those Bs in a row.

“I—no. No.” Dalton bucked up toward his touch, though, taking his thumbs in.

“Uh-huh. You want it all. Anything that makes you feel.” Later. He would try a little bit at a time. He spread Dalton wider, knowing it would strain.

“Uhn….” Dalton rocked back, fucking himself on Tank’s thumbs, the sight enough to make Tank’s mouth dry.

“That’s it, baby. Get good and wet.”

Dalton’s cry was pure need, and Tank damn near shot at the sound. He had to grit his teeth to hold on, his belly pulling in tight.

“Fuck me. Tank. Please. Fuck me hard.”

“Yeah. Now.” He slicked himself up and hoped he’d prepped Dalton enough. He couldn’t wait. From the way Dalton arched and took him in, he must have done a good job.

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