Page 32 of Rainbow Rodeo

Dalton eased his buckle open, working Tank’s fly like he knew just what he needed, what all he was up to.

Tank had to breathe a sigh of relief, because his zipper had been… pressing. “Oh yeah.” He stroked Dalton nice and slow, letting it all build.

Dalton fished him out, the expression on the man’s face one of pure bliss; the way Dalton licked his lips made Tank’s knees weak, made him shake. “You’re thick.”

“I’m built like a Tank all over, honey.” He stared down at their hands, each holding the other’s dick. It was like damn good porn.

“That you are. I approve.” Dalton squeezed and stroked, base to tip, then dragged one thumb over Tank’s slit.

“Uhn.” He raised up on his toes, squeezing Dalton reflexively in turn.

“Yeah. Yeah, we gonna jack each other off here, or are we gonna get naked?”

“Naked. Bed.” They needed to be able to explore. Horizontally.

“Fuck yeah. I’m in.”

“Good.” He shoved down the sweats. Undressing Dalton was so easy.

That brought him close to one tight little nipple, and he took his shot, biting down just enough. He licked at that nub of flesh, then bit, wanting Dalton to feel it. Dalton went up on tiptoe, rocking up toward Tank’s mouth.

“Mmm.” He stroked that flat belly with his free hand, glad his feet were planted, steady and strong.

“Jesus, Tank.”

He loved it when one hand landed on his head, holding him right there. He licked and nibbled, just loving how Dalton moaned for him.

“Bed. Bed, man. Please.”

“Uh-huh.” He sorta went all professional wrestler on Dalton and lifted him, tossed him up on the bed so he could strip off the rest of his own clothes.

Dalton kicked his sweats the rest of the way off, hand working that long, needy prick as Tank got naked.

He licked his lips, his shirt almost killing him when he tried to pull it off over his head. It buttoned.

Dalton’s soft laughter filled the air. “I ain’t going anywhere, cowboy.”

“No? That’s good. I might strangle myself.” He threw the shirt on the floor and pushed out of boots and jeans.

“That would be awkward as all get-out.”

“Tough to explain to your dad for sure.” He hopped on the bed, full body rubbing on Dalton.

“No talking about family. Not right now.”

“No, sir.” He bent to lick at the spot on Dalton’s neck where sweat beaded up.

Dalton’s hands found his ass and squeezed, and he could feel each separate finger—strong, eager. That touch made him grunt, and he pushed down, his dick sliding along Dalton’s.

Fuck yeah.

That’s what he needed, to drive against that little thin line of gold curls, the hint of stubble that proved Dalton shaved.

He moaned.Damn. Oh, damn.Yeah, that was sexy as all fuck.

Dalton drove them together, the casual strength stealing his good sense. The way he could feel the imprint of every place Dalton touched him made Tank crazy, making him move faster and faster. Their kisses grew sloppy, deep sounds flavoring the air.Fuck.

“Gonna soon.” Tank’d thought they would do more than rub and tug, but now he knew better. He’d been wanting too long. What? Three whole fucking days? God, he was an impatient bastard.

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