Page 66 of Rainbow Rodeo

His toes curled. “In your hand. Christ.”

“Mm-hmm. Burning up.”

He drew one leg up, giving Tank more room.

Tank rubbed, pushing his balls up against the base of his cock. “So hot.”

Yeah. Yeah, he ached for this, for Tank’s touch, and Tank didn’t seem to mind too much. In fact, Tank seemed on the same page.

The other hand slid under him, fingers pushing between his asscheeks, tapping his hole, teasing him, pressing into him.

Dalton’s eyes flew open wide. “We got lube.”

A low chuckle sounded. “I know, baby. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want you to feel it a tiny bit.”

He watched Tank, and then he nodded. He could live with that.

Tank pressed that finger just deep enough to set off his nerve endings, making sweat break out on Dalton’s forehead. It burned in the best way, and he groaned, his body craving it.

“That’s it. Breathe in and out. Relax.” That low voice made him smile, but he did what Tank directed. “Jesus, you’re fine like this, needing me.”

“I—you make me crazy, Tank. You always have.”

“Mmm. I’m so glad.” Tank pulled free for a moment, reached for the lube Dalton kept stashed in the little drawer by the bed. “So glad you didn’t just pop me in the nose when I made my move.”

“I thought about it.” Not for long, though. Not for long at all.

“I bet.” Tank sounded rueful, but that didn’t stop Tank from working open the lube. He got his fingers wet, then reached for Dalton again, circled his hole, teasing. Dalton arched, feeling like the worst kind of slut.

Tank never let up on him, pushing, opening him right up when one finger slid into him again.

“Gonna take me, baby? Gonna take what you need?” He was an addict; what could he say?

God, every time Tank talked to him like that, he thought he’d lose his shit. “I…. What do you want, Tank?”

“Everything. Any damn thing you want.” Tank kissed him, stealing his breath, his good sense.

Dalton writhed, caught between kiss and touch. His head was spinning, his muscles so tight. Two fingers became three, and Tank started stroking his gland, petting him deep inside.

His feet dug in against the mattress so he could push against that hand, already riding. So amazing. He couldn’t quite breathe, couldn’t focus.

“So damn pretty, baby. I want to feel you everywhere. I want inside you.”

He nodded, his body ready for a stretch, the pressure.

Tank moved again, this time to slip on a condom, leaving him gasping at the sudden emptiness. “Shh. I got you. I won’t leave you hanging.”

“Promise?” All he could do was squirm, needing to be filled, needing to be well-fucked and taken.

“I swear it. Over and over. I would never leave you wanting, baby.” Tank pushed him to his back, then muscled up between his legs. That thick cock spread him, stretching him wide and leaving him breathless.

He pushed back, then forward. God, Tank felt like the perfect fit. Tank’s hand cupped his ass, drawing him up, pulling him closer, piercing him deeper.

They rocked together, Tank gnawing on his shoulder, just making him laugh and shiver at the same time. He’d never once laughed during sex before, and he liked it. “Gonna leave a mark,” he teased, and Tank nodded.

“I am. Just one for us.”

Oh. He would feel it every time he lifted his arm to rope. His cock jerked, just at the thought, and Tank gasped, teeth sinking into his shoulder.

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