Page 19 of Wistful in Wyoming
Tearing his mouth free and burying his face in Dale’s neck, he nearly purred as he drew Dale’s scent deep into his lungs. He wasn’t above begging. Jeremiah would fall to his knees, submit fully at even the hint of a command. He craved this man, and somehow he’d have him, however he could get him. “Dale, please.”
He dropped Jeremiah’s leg and wrapped his long fingers around the man’s wrists before lifting and pressing them against the door above his head. Dale thrust his hard length against Jeremiah’s, driving them both higher. Rocking back and forth against the other man, Jeremiah moved as best he could while pinned by Dale’s hands, chest, and cock. It was blissful torture. The entire town could’ve paraded up the driveway in that moment, with the high school band, cheerleaders, and color guard leading the way, and Jeremiah wouldn’t have noticed a thing. His mind, body, and soul were focused on Dale who had the ability to mold him into the free man Jeremiah longed to be or completely destroy him.
“Please, what, cowboy?” The husky voice in his ear made him shiver and buck harder. Dale licked his earlobe before sucking it into his mouth and biting down. Jeremiah arched his back, moaning, as goosebumps rushed across his shoulders, back and arms, and his muscles seized almost painfully.
“Please,” he gasped. “Take me inside, take me here, I don’t care. Just have me. Or let me take you—I’m good with that too. Whatever you want ... anything ... please. I need ... ” He was babbling, he knew it, but couldn’t seem to stop.
Dale snarled like a predatory animal. “I’ll take your ass and then you can have mine. I’ll suck your cock until your knees buckle and you feel like you’re going to pass out. I’ll bend you over and eat your ass, jerk you off, and make you scream my name. Is that what you want, cowboy?”
Jeremiah nearly came as he cried, “Yes!”
Writhing under Dale’s hands and mouth, he was incoherent with blazing need. Dale’s words were going to send him over the edge. He’d never been subjected to such a deliciously filthy mouth, but apparently, it was something that turned him on.Wayon.
“But not today.”
Jeremiah barely heard the words and ignored them. He was too far gone, hooking a leg over Dale’s hip again and thrusting against the hard ridge of the man’s denim-clad cock. Again and again, harder and faster, he built a rhythm that made his balls draw up tight, and he felt his orgasm building in the base of his spine. Dale sucked on Jeremiah’s neck, as if trying to draw blood, and the sharp pain spiked straight to his throbbing dick. Without further warning, the dam holding back his pleasure burst, and Jeremiah came. Babbling and nearly bellowing, he kept rubbing against Dale, working himself through his orgasm.
“Goddammit ... Jay.” Tucking his face into Jeremiah’s neck, Dale shuddered and moaned, rocking his cock against Jeremiah’s as he grappled his way through his own orgasm.
Panting and sagging against the door, Jeremiah wiggled his fingers, silently asking Dale to release him, which he did. His arms fell, boneless, around Dale’s neck. In that moment, nothing else existed in the universe but the man in his arms and the sense of peace that draped over them. It took a little bit for Jeremiah’s brain to come back online, while his lungs tried to replenish the oxygen that’d been drained from them. “Damn ... if it’s that good with our clothes on ... I don’t know if I’ll survive you naked.”
Chuckling, Dale kissed his cheek, then his mouth, before leaning back and meeting his eyes. Their hats were on the floor by their feet, forgotten and discarded in the heat of their ... whatever that was. Dale’s hands rested on Jeremiah’s hips where he dug his fingers in, squeezing and releasing. “I haven’t come in my jeans since I was a teenager, making out under the bleachers with Andy Torez.”
“Lucky Andy.” Jeremiah’s grin was so wide it hurt, but he couldn’t dial it down. Nor did he want to. He wanted to savor everything he was feeling. He’d had so few mind-blowing moments in his life, and this one topped them all.
“As I was saying, I’m not coming inside with you.”
Smirking, he couldn’t resist teasing, “No, you’re coming outside with me.”
Dale rested his head on Jeremiah’s shoulder and groaned. “That was so bad.”
“No, it was sogood.”
“You keep sidetracking me, cowboy, and therewillbe consequences.”
“I don’t think your consequences are all that scary anymore, Dale.” Jeremiah wiggled his hips, emphasizing his point.
“You’re a menace.” Dale stepped back, putting some space between their bodies. “As I’ve been trying to say, I don’t want us jumping into bed together just yet. I want to get to know you first, but one step at a time. I want to date you and romance you. And I want us both to get tested, because when we do make love, I don’t want to use condoms, but we need to be safe. I haven’t been with anyone bare in a long time, and I’ve been tested since, but we need to do this right.”
Wow. He’d never expected to hear something like that from another man. Hell, Dale was throwing every one of Jeremiah’s expectations into a deep well, drowning them, and surprising him left and right.
“Okay,” he agreed. Maybe it was the lingering bliss from his orgasm or the joking around, he didn’t know, but his anxiety had disappeared. He ran a seductive finger down the buttons of Dale’s shirt, letting his blunt fingernail catch on each one. “I get what you’re saying. Romance away, Marine. I’ve never had the pleasure. As for the other ... uh ... thing, I’ve never been with anyone without a condom, ever—even for blow jobs—but I’ll go to the clinic in Butterfield and get tested all the same.”
“Good, so will I. As for never being romanced before? That, Jay, is a fuckin’ cryin’ shame.” Dale leaned in and gave him a swift gentle kiss on the lips. “You deserve to be wooed. You deserve someone to bring you flowers and learn every single thing about you. During dinner, you told me what your favorite dessert is, your favorite color, and how you take your coffee, but I want to know more. I want to know if you snore. Are you a shower at night or in the morning kind of guy? What’s your favorite meal and what TV shows do you like? What music do you like and hate? I want to know it all.Every. Damn. Thing.”
Jeremiah gave him a shy smile. “Well, I didn’t snore as a kid—my sister did—but I don’t know if that’s still true because I’ve never had someone sleep in my bed. I shower in the morningandat night. I hate reality shows, and I’m a sucker for the Hallmark Channel. Don’t judge me. And my favorite meal is either Willow’s stir-fry or strawberry shortcake. Yes, strawberry shortcake can be both a meal and a dessert. Don’t judge me for that either. Music—I love country and classic rock—I don’t listen to anything else. The rest,” he shrugged, “you can learn later.”
Grinning, Dale brushed their lips together again, and Jeremiah’s cock gave a halfhearted twitch. He wasn’t twenty anymore, that was for sure, but Dale made him almost feel like he was Superman. “All right. All of that was noted. Are you busy tomorrow?”
“After chores, no. Being the boss has its perks.” Jeremiah buried his hands in Dale’s hair, loving the silky texture of the locks. The color was similar to that of a raven’s wing, and he couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel tickling his bare thighs, ass, and stomach. Mentally smacking himself, he tried to derail the erotic thoughts, but it was useless. To touch Dale, to smell his intoxicating scent, and to feel his heat, was to burn for him.
“I have plenty of work to do too, but I can take the afternoon off. I’ll pick you up around one?”
“Wild horses couldn’t keep me away.”
Laughing, Dale pecked him on the lips again before slowly backing away. “You’re such a dork sometimes, but I think I really like that about you.”
Chapter Twelve
