Page 41 of Wistful in Wyoming
Roaming his hands back up Dale’s chest to his shoulders, Jeremiah stopped with one hand on either side of his lover’s neck. He pulled away enough to let their gazes meet. The deep brown of Dale’s eyes was nearly gone, swallowed by his dilated pupils. He looked as high as a fucking kite, floating above the clouds. Warmth spread throughout Jeremiah’s body and euphoria filled his mind, knowing he had such a strong effect on this amazing man.Hisman.
“I want to taste every inch of you. Can I do that? Do you want me on my knees?”
Molten lava flared in Dale’s eyes. “I’ll never say no to my dick in that luscious mouth of yours.” He undid his belt buckle and jeans before shoving them and his boxers down toward his feet, where they rested on top of his boots.
Without hesitation, Jeremiah dropped to his knees, excitement and need thrumming in his veins. Bracing both hands on Dale’s hips, he leaned forward, tucking his face into the juncture between Dale’s thigh and crotch and inhaling deeply. He could get drunk on the man’s scent. Musk and soap, tinged with sweat—it should be gross, but it was the most incredible ambrosia Jeremiah’s nose had ever experienced.
Running his tongue down along the crease of Dale’s groin, he felt the coarse hair tickle his mouth and chin. He moaned in delight. Dale was so masculine, in every way, it demolished Jeremiah’s self-control. What he felt for this man went deeper than his bones. Every cell in his body rejoiced over being with Dale in such an intimate way.
Skimming his palms up and down Dale’s thighs, Jeremiah took his time, enjoying the feel of heavy muscles twitching under his hands. The effect he was having on his lover was heady. Dale’s cock stood hard and thick, jutting out from a dark thatch of hair, his balls hanging heavily underneath. Lifting one hand, Jeremiah wrapped his fingers around the base of the shaft, jacking it a few times. Precum leaked from the tip, a shiny drop at a time. Swiping it with this thumb, Jeremiah tilted his chin up, meeting Dale’s eyes before he stuck his thumb in his mouth and sucked the salty-sweet fluid off.
“Delicious,” he whispered, before bending his head and taking Dale’s perfect cock into his mouth. Moaning around the length, he paused a moment, loving the weight of Dale’s hardness against his tongue. Blinking up at his lover, he suckled and laved like he was savoring a popsicle on the hottest day of the year.
A grunt was forced from Dale’s lips. “Baby ... shit!” With a whimper, he buried his hands into Jeremiah’s hair, urging him closer and pushing his cock deeper into Jeremiah’s mouth. “Please. Jay, you’re killing me here.”
Humming softly, Jeremiah relaxed his jaw and sank his mouth down slowly, taking as much of Dale into his throat as he could. He gagged briefly, before breathing through it and forcing himself to take that final inch until his nose was pressed into the wiry hair of Dale’s groin. He swallowed, working his throat muscles around the head of Dale’s cock.
“Ugh!” Dale cried out, pulling back then thrusting forward, gentle but deep. So deep. “That’s it. Fuck. You’re perfect.”
Up and down, Jeremiah worked Dale over. He gripped the man’s length with one hand, matching the rhythm of his mouth, while his other hand cradled Dale’s balls. He rolled them gently with his fingers, gripping them and pulling them down just a little. Not enough to bring Dale to his knees but to add a taste of erotic pain. Dale’s breath stuttered, and he moaned, long and loud. “Yes. I love that.”
Jeremiah’s own dick was throbbing. The need to get off was excruciating in its intensity, but he didn’t touch himself. He didn’t want to take his hands off Dale to attend to his own needs. Pulling off the man’s cock, Jeremiah put two fingers into his mouth, getting them as wet as he could. He met and held Dale’s gaze as he placed the soaked digits behind Dale’s balls, brushing against the tender skin until he found his ultimate target.
Pausing at the puckered entrance, Jeremiah waited for permission to continue. Dale nodded and widened his stance, giving Jeremiah easier access. After rubbing his fingers a few times over and around Dale’s hole, he swallowed the man’s cock in one smooth gulp, while at the same moment, pressing a finger deep inside him. Dale’s back arched, and he shouted, thrusting forward into Jeremiah’s mouth and then back onto the finger impaling him. Muttered curses and pleas for more filled the air. Pulling his finger free, Jeremiah spit on two of them before returning to the dark depths of Dale’s body with both. Stretching the tight walls and gaining ground with each thrust, Jeremiah searched for and found the man’s prostate, lavishing it with attention.
Dale gripped Jeremiah’s head harder, as he fucked his mouth and came with a feral roar. Jeremiah swallowed quickly, determined to not miss a drop of the thick cum being pumped down his throat.
When the stream ran dry, Dale pulled himself free of Jeremiah’s mouth and hand, stumbling backward until he sat heavily on the bed. “Fuck!” Panting and sweating, he closed his eyes and flopped back onto the mattress, his arms splayed and his feet on the floor with his jeans and boxers still wrapped around his lower legs.
Jeremiah wasted no time, scooting forward and ridding Dale of his boots and the last of his clothes. Grinning and feeling a bit smug, he asked, “Liked that, did you?” Clearly, it was a rhetorical question, but he still wanted an answer. It wasn’t every day he could reduce a man to a babbling, incoherent mess.
“I ... loved it and ... as soon as my lungs, muscles, and brain ... . are working at full power again ... I’m going to return the favor. Promise.”
Chuckling, Jeremiah got to his feet, climbed onto the bed, and straddled Dale who was clearly in a state of euphoria. He rubbed his ass against the slightly sticky, half-hard cock under him. Dale’s hands came up, palming Jeremiah’s ass cheeks, spreading them apart, and caressing the cleft between them.
“C’mere,” Dale ordered softly, urging Jeremiah upward until he had a knee on either side of Dale’s shoulders and his groin hovered over the man’s chin. When Dale parted his lips and stuck out his tongue, Jeremiah didn’t miss a beat, gripping the base of his cock and slowly feeding it into the welcoming mouth. Warm, tight, and wet pleasure exploded and surrounded him.
“God, yes.” Leaning down, he held himself up with his palms and fucked Dale’s face. Everything with this man was different, better, sharper. Blow jobs were more powerful, kisses more intoxicating, and touches so hot, they nearly burned his skin. Jeremiah was already addicted to all of it and craving more as every second passed, never wanting to stop.
A finger ran down the crack of his ass. Dale’s teasing, advancing, and retreating was driving Jeremiah out of his mind.
“Please, Dale,please!” He didn’t care that he was begging shamelessly. He felt hollow and was desperate with the need to be filled. Jeremiah heard asnickof the cap of the lube opening—he had no idea how or when Dale had grabbed it—and then cool wetness dribbled down the cleft of his ass, making him shiver and arch his back. Dale’s fingers were there a second later, spreading the liquid around his hole. One finger breached him, just a bit, before pulling out and stroking back and forth over his rim.
“Babe, please.” He relaxed as much as he could, knowing it would be easier for both of them. A gasp was forced past his lips when Dale sucked hard and, at the same time, sank his finger in all the way. “Ahh ... shit!”
The pressure felt amazing. There was a searing burn, but it passed quickly, morphing into sheer pleasure. Dale plunged his finger in and out of Jeremiah’s body a few times, but then the burn was back, sharper, as he added a second finger. Jeremiah instinctively clenched.
Releasing Jeremiah’s cock, Dale used his free hand to caress Jeremiah’s ass cheek. As their gazes met, Dale murmured, “Easy, baby. Let me in again. You can take it.”
Taking deep breaths, Jeremiah slackened his body and pushed back against the intrusion. Just when he thought there was no way it was going to happen, both fingers popped past the tight ring of muscle, sliding in all the way easier than expected.
“Yes, that’s it.” Dale nuzzled Jeremiah’s balls as he worked in and out of Jeremiah’s hole, pressing on his prostate and sending a near electric shock of pleasure arcing through him. Dale stared up at him in awe. “Fuck, you’re so sexy. I love this. I could finger you all day. You’re so hot. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock. You’re going to strangle me, and I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.”
“D-Dale—” Beyond that, Jeremiah was at a loss for words as his lover pressed a third digit inside him. “Ugh.” Pain flared, but only for a moment. Then, all he knew was indescribable and unending ecstasy. If Dale’s fingers felt this incredible, how would Jeremiah survive having the man’s thick cock inside him? He’d surely die from the thrill of it, but what a way to go!
“Do you think you’re ready?” Dale rested his head on the pillow and gazed up at Jeremiah.
He slammed his eyes shut, trying to reel in the urge to explode. Through gritted teeth, he responded, “If I get any more ready, I’m going to blow all over your face.” He didn’t know how he’d held on as long as he had. His orgasm was right there, so close he could almost taste it.
