Aaron chuckled, already heading around the truck to the passenger side.
"What do you do?” Evan asked as he pulled out of the bar parking lot.
"I work with horses. Training them. Mostly roping, but I've trained barrel racers too. How long have you been competing?"
"About five years now.” Unfortunately the motel was only a block away and it didn't give much time for conversation, but Evan didn't think Aaron was going anywhere any time soon, at least he sure hoped not.
When the pulled up in front of the motel room and got out. Evan locked his truck and handed Aaron the room card while he unhooked his phone from his belt. He needed to call Mark and tell him to make himself scarce for the night. Doreen wouldn't mind Mark staying with her and, hell, Mark owed him one.
As Aaron pushed the door open, Evan dialed the phone.
Shaking his head and smirking, Aaron closed the door behind them. “You and phones."
What was that supposed to mean? Evan barely had a phone nowadays, with Gus around. “I just got th—"
"Where are you?” Mark shouted over the background noise of the bar.
"At the motel. Listen. Can you stay with Doreen tonight?"
Aaron nudged Evan over to one of the two beds in the room, pushing him to sit on the edge and began pulling off Evan's boots.
Mark laughed into the phone. “Oh man. You took someone back to the motel, didn't you?” Tracy, and it sounded like Doreen, made “woo hoo” noises and cat calls in the background, then it sounded like Mark gave someone a high-five.
Evan rolled his eyes but couldn't help grinning at his juvenile friends. “Yes."
Tossing Evan's second boot behind him, Aaron stood and pulled Evan to his feet. He arched a brow as he unfastened Evan's belt buckle and jeans.
Evan's prick perked right up and the proximity of Aaron's hands to his groin. He swore he could hear his heart pounding in his chest.
Waving goodbye in Evan's face, Aaron reached for the phone and his pale eyes lit up with a wicked gleam. He took the phone from Evan and lifted it to his own ear. “Bye, Mark.” He pushed disconnect and tossed it onto the bed behind him, then he took Evan's hat and tossed it aside. It was a bold move, but it fit Aaron. Had it been anyone else, Evan probably would've been upset.
He caught Aaron around the back of the neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
Aaron obliged, exploring Evan's mouth as his hands continued to divest Evan of clothes. He got Evan's shirt unbuttoned and halfway off his shoulders and nipped his way down to Evan's collarbone. Damn, it felt good. Who knew being bitten could be hot?
Riiiiing.
Growling, Aaron lifted his head and glared toward the phone.
Well shit. Evan really needed to get that, or Mark was going to worry, and Evan damned sure didn't want his buddies coming back here to check on him. “I need to—"
Aaron shook his head. “I don't think so, Tex.” He tugged Evan's shirt the rest of the way off and, quick as lightening, he snagged Evan's wrists. Using the shirt sleeves, he tied Evan's hands in front of him. “You talk on the phone entirely too much.” He kissed Evan on the chin and shoved him.
Falling back onto the bed with a gasp, Evan looked down at his wrists. This wouldn't keep him bound.
"Evan is fine. Go away."
Evan glanced up in time to see Aaron hit end on the phone and toss it over his shoulder. It hit the floor with a thud and a clack. Damn, that was a new phone.
"Put your hands over your head and relax, babe.” Aaron got down on his knees between Evan's legs where they hung over the side of the bed. Keeping his eyes on Evan, he unbuttoned Evans jeans. “Well?"
Oh god. Those blue eyes were something else. At first it was kinda creepy, since Gus had eyes that color, but now ... with heat in Aaron's gaze? Gus was the last thing on Evan's mind. Evan groaned and put his hands over his head, his cock jerked, trying to get closer to Aaron's long, tanned fingers at they parted the fly of his jeans.
When Aaron pulled Evan's jeans and underwear down, his cock slapped his belly, leaving a wet spot.
Aaron growled, stood up and took off his gray hat. He set it on the other bed, then bent over and licked the drop of cum off Evan's belly, teasing his tongue around the tip as he did. It was exciting to watch and even more so to feel. Evan swore he was going to come right then and there. He shifted his hips up a little, hoping his cowboy would take the hint and suck him.
"Mmm ... not yet.” Pulling Evan's pants down to mid-thigh, Aaron stepped back. His gaze raked over Evan. “That is a pretty sight. You all bound and at my mercy. I reckon that rope of yours would look lovely tied around you.” He reached down and unsnapped his pants. His fingers were mesmerizing. Slowly he unhooked the snap and zipper. It was almost a caress.
God, Evan wanted those hands on him so badly.
"Scoot into the middle of the bed, but leave your pants where they are and keep your hands over your head.” Aaron hooked his thumbs in his waistband and pushed his pants down. His prick fell through the slit at the bottom of his denim shirt where the buttons didn't reach. It was a thing of beauty and bigger than it had felt the other night. The man would make a stallion self-conscious.
Evan wiggled his legs onto the bed and shimmied into the middle, never taking his eyes off Aaron. It wasn't easy to do with his hands tied over his head and his legs hobbled together, but he managed. It also made his dick wag and bop against his hip.
Aaron sat on the edge of the bed and tugged his boots off, watching every little movement of Evan's cock. His gaze was so heated, Evan fancied he could actually feel it. He shivered.
If this was what it was like to be tied up, Evan liked it. The anticipation was about to kill him, but lord was it sweet. It made him ache. If anyone had told him he could feel this comfortable in front of someone else, he'd have never believed it. Aaron was something special.
Aaron stood and began unbuttoning his shirt.
Evan's prick leaked a little more. His breathing was so audible he could hear it over the rustle of clothes and Aaron continued to strip.
His chest was tanned and powerful. Aaron's stomach was corded with muscle ending in a v at his groin. The only hair on his body was a black patch above his cock. He was breath-taking. If he'd had long hair, he'd have been the picture-perfect Native American. That and different eyes. Evan had never seen anyone so dark with eyes that light. Personally, Evan liked the short hair and the pale eyes. It made Aaron unique.
By the time Aaron was naked, Evan was writhing. The harsh, normally itchy motel bedspread actually felt nice against his ass. It distracted him from the tightness in his balls. Even the air on his cock as it moved felt delicious. Maybe being tied wasn't so good after all, he wanted to touch himself.
"Damn, you look good squirming around.” Aaron climbed onto the bed and lowered himself until his breath caressed Evan's hip.
Evan shivered.
Grabbing Evan's cock, Adam raised up on his elbow and swallowed him down in one smooth motion, moaning all the way down and adding a vibrating sensation.
"Shit.” The sensation traveled all the way up his spine. Evan arched up off the bed.
"Mmm...” Aaron looked up at Evan, letting his dick slip from his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head and down the shaft with his piercing blue gaze locked to Evan's. Inserting his finger into his mouth he sucked then pulled it out.
Evan moaned.
Taking Evan back in his mouth Aaron trailed the spit-slicked finger over Evan's balls. It almost tickled.
Aaron continued to suck him and play with his balls, until Evan's whole body was tense and ready to explode. If Aaron didn't stop soon, Evan was going to come. Not that that was a bad thing, but he was dying to feel that huge cock in his ass again. “Please."
After swallowing around the head of Evan's cock and constricting his throat one last time Aaron released Evan's cock and sat up. “You ready to ride, Tex?"
Excitement shot right through Evan. His cock jerked at the invitat
ion. He tried to ask, “Condom?” but it came out as a whisper.
Luckily, Aaron heard him. He nodded, got off the bed and went digging through his pants, giving Evan a nice view of his ass. “Get your pants off, but keep your wrists tied."
Evan hurried to comply, flopping and floundering ungracefully, but it couldn't be helped.
Aaron came up with jeans in hand, pulled a foil packet out and tossed the jeans back down. “Lube?"
"The red duffle bag in front of the dresser.” His voice sounded raspy and rough, even to himself.
Aaron got Evan's duffle and dumped the contents onto the other bed. He quickly located the tube of lube and tossed it onto the bed next to Evan. Ripping the foil package open, he climbed onto the bed. Lying down on his back, he rolled on the condom then looked up at Evan. “Get ready cowboy."
Evan didn't need any more encouragement, he straddled Aaron's hips. “What about this?” He held up his hands bound with the black shirt.
"Oh, leave them. I like you being the one bound. Maybe we'll try a bit of leather next time, maybe a lead rope.” Aaron retrieved the tube of lube and saturated his fingers with it before tossing the tube away. “Come here. He jerked his chin up and gripped Evan's hip with his dry hand. His slick fingers touched Evan's ass cheek before slipping in between.
Aaron started with one finger, pushing it in slow and steady.
Evan was so ready he sank down, hissing out a breath as Aaron pushed in.
"Great Spirit, that's something.” Aaron maneuvered Evan's hips with his other hand, encouraging Evan to move. “You look amazing.” His deep voice sounded even more sultry than normal. The expression on his face as he watched Evan made Evan even more turned on than the feel of that long digit sliding in and out of him. “More?"
"Oh god, yes.” Evan planted his bound hands on Aaron's chest, leaning forward just a tad.
Aaron added another finger.
"Oh fuck, that feels good."
"Yeah? Then this is going to feel even better.” He found Evan's prostate, rubbing his fingers over it.
Incredible. It felt incredible. Evan pushed down, using his strong thigh muscles to move himself up and down. Thank God for all the hours on horseback. He could do this all day.
Aaron added another finger and pushed in hard.
Okay, he couldn't do this all day. His thighs were fine, but his balls were so damned tight he was going to come any minute. He rode Aaron's fingers, a tingle traveling up his back. Closing his eyes he dropped his head back and just felt.
"Fuck, Evan.” Aaron's fingers slipped out and he tugged Evan downward. The tip of his prick slipped up Evan's crease, missing his hole.
Evan tried to reach back to help, but remembered his hands. As it turned out, he didn't need to because Aaron tried again, using his hand to hold his dick still this time.
Damn he was big. Evan took a deep breath and pushed out as he lowered himself. By the time he was seated on Aaron's hips, sweat was trickling down his temples.
Aaron had his eyes squeezed shut. He, too, was sweating. If Evan didn't know better, he'd have though he was in pain. Reaching out, he used his shirt to wipe at Aaron's forehead.
Aaron blinked his eyes open. Catching Evan's gaze he smiled. “You okay?"
"Oh yeah.” He was way better than okay. Aaron's cock was so damned big it was already nestled up against Evan's prostate. Evan had never been one for size, but damn ... This burning pleasure was pretty damned intense.
"Evan?"
"Yeah?"
"Move, babe."
"Yeah.” Evan started slow, raising up almost all the way until he could feel the tip of Aaron's dick almost slip out, then sank back down inch by inch.
They both groaned.
He did it again, teasing himself, enjoying the feeling of being filled until it was just too much.
Aaron's hands squeezed Evan's hips and he shook with his effort to be still. The patience and restraint was Evan's undoing. He couldn't remember anyone caring enough about his pleasure to try holding back. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on Aaron's chest, his hands and shirt balled up under Aaron's chin.
Aaron's control broke, he let go of Evan's hip and wrapped his hand around the back of Evan's neck and mashed their mouths together. His tongue thrust into Evan's mouth just as he thrust up into Evan's body.
Evan kissed back and slammed himself down to meet Aaron. The kiss grew almost punishing, their teeth coming into play, mashing their lips.
Aaron continued to fuck him hard and fast, his hands slipping back to Evan's waist. The slap of skin was loud, echoing over the grunts and moans.
Evan sat back up, impaling himself over and over. The pleasure rushed over him, making his cock throb and bounce in time to Aaron's body-jarring thrusts.
"Come, Evan.” Aaron grunted out through gritted teeth.
His stomach tightened, his balls drew up and that was all she wrote. Evan came so hard he saw stars. Semen hit his lower abdomen and Aaron's in a hot stream.
With a hoarse yell, Aaron followed him, shoving up into Evan one last time and stilling.
The white spunk on Aaron's tanned skin was one of the most erotic things Evan had ever seen, Evan stared, his body feeling loose and relaxed.
After a few seconds, Aaron grabbed the shirt holding Evan's hands and wiped the come off of he and Evan. Then he tugged it loose from Evan's arms and tossed it onto the floor.
Without a word, they crawled under the covers and got comfortable. After a few minutes Evan rolled onto his side and rose up on his elbow. “We should tal—” He yawned.
Aaron grinned. “You talk way too much as it is, babe.” He tugged Evan forward onto his chest.
Evan nuzzled his face into Aaron's neck and settled in, feeling relaxed and at ease. Maybe a nap was in order before their talk. Aaron didn't act like he was any hurry to leave.
Wrapping his arms around Evan, Aaron kissed his forehead. “We should ride like that more often, Tex."
* * * *
Evan woke to the sound of the door closing. Shit! Aaron. He sat up in bed, blinking his eyes open.
Mark stood right inside the room, looking around. “So? Where's this mystery man?"
"God dammit!” Evan jumped out of bed. He ran to the bathroom, already knowing he wouldn't find what he looked for. Nope, no Aaron. Then ran to the front window and threw open the curtain. “Son of a bitch!” Evan's eyes watered at the bright sun. Damn it, he'd slept the whole night through and they hadn't talked. And now Evan was more sure than ever he wanted, no he had, to see Aaron again.
There was a soft clunk sound and then Mark started laughing.
"What? This isn't funny. He left ... Again."
"Shut the curtain, Evan.” Mark, still cackling, reached for the thick, rubber-backed fabric, preparing to close it.
Evan looked out the window again.
An older woman, probably in her early sixties, stood to the left of the motel room window, her mouth hanging open and her hands out. At her feet lay an ice bucket and small squares of ice littered the ground by her feet. He glanced down. Oh man. He was still naked. Groaning, he fumbled for the curtain, but Mark slung it across. It made a rattling sound as it slid over the window, blocking out the woman's shocked expression. At least he wasn't still covered in cum, that was something, right?
Mark flopped down on the made up bed. “Oh damn, that was great."
Evan growled at him as he rummaged through his bag. He was down to his last pair of jeans. They were going to have to do laundry before they moved on. It would kill two birds with one stone. It'd be great for getting his mind off Aaron and back on roping, as well as get him clean clothes. Jerking on his pants, Evan hopped around to see the clock on the nightstand between the beds. “What time do we ride?” Maybe Aaron would be in the stands? Evan sighed, yeah, he definitely needed to do something to distract himself.
"Seven-thirty in the morning.” Mark stretched his hands over his head and yawned.
"You got quarters?”
He really wanted to go look for Aaron, but he knew it was pretty pointless. “We need to go check on the horses, then do laundry."
"Shit. Aren't you going to feed me first?"
Evan growled at him again and grabbed himself a t-shirt. “After we check on the horses.” He wondered if Aaron—"We'll grab something on the way to the laundry mat. Hey speaking of, is there one here on site?” He could brood over Aaron later.
"I don't know.” Mark picked up a pillow and tossed it in the air and caught it. “So what happened to your, uh, date?"
"I don't know.” Evan sat on the unmade bed and put on his socks and boots. “We were supposed to talk."
Mark laughed. “Uh huh. Didn't do much talking, huh?” He missed the pillow this time and it hit him in the face.
Evan debated picking it up and smothering him with it, but decided it really wasn't Mark's fault he was in a mood. He should have known Aaron was likely to disappear again. Why was the man always ... Oh god. Was he already with someone? Evan hadn't even considered that before. Ugh. He got a queasy feeling. Why hadn't he thought of that before? Why else would the man be so secretive?
"What? No matter how hard you stare at your other boot, it's not going to put itself on your foot.” Mark rustled around for a second, then he was sitting on the edge of the bed across from Evan, waving his hand in front of Evan's face. “Hey buddy? You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost?"
"Yeah. I was just thinking.” Evan shook his head, trying to clear it. This wasn't a big deal, it wasn't. He barely knew Aaron. It was better he realized something was up now than, say a week down the road, or even tomorrow for that matter. “I was just thinking. What if he's married or something?"
Mark frowned. “It was a one-night stand, right? Does it matter?"
"Okay, let's go.” Evan put his other boot on, smoothed his pant leg down and stood up.
"Evan?” Mark didn't move. Damn it.
Figured. Evan didn't want to listen to the whole “stalking” speech again. Mark didn't normally meddle in Evan's love life, but if he thought someone was bad for Evan, he didn't hold his tongue. Evan sighed. Mark was his best friend, and Evan didn't mince words either when he thought Mark was making a mistake. “You remember the guy from the bar?"
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