Wild Trail

by A. M. Arthur

  “Just turned, as in today?”

  “Last week.”

  “Ooh, happy belated birthday. Does the birthday boy want a treat?”

  “In a little bit. How old are you?”

  Wes took a step closer. “Don’t I get to make you guess?”

  “If I judged by your behavior, I’d have to guess twelve.”

  “Ouch.” He slid into Mack’s personal space, loving the way the man’s nostrils flared. Mack’s scent washed over him, the mixed odors so incredibly masculine and intoxicating that Wes got light-headed. “Guess that makes me jailbait. Want me to leave?”

  “Jesus.” Mack took his chin between his thumb and forefinger, the gentle hold keeping Wes still. “How old are you really, boss?”

  Boss. Everything about that name turned Wes’s crank hard. “Thirty-one. Plenty legal, daddy.”

  Mack’s nostrils flared again. “What are you into?”

  “I don’t fuck on the first date, but I’m game for anything else.”

  “Since when are we dating?”

  Wes waggled his eyebrows. “Being alone in that ghost town was kind of romantic.”

  “You’re demented.”

  “So I’ve been told. I’m also negative, in case you were wondering.”

  “Wasn’t wondering, but same. You kiss?”

  Who the fuck doesn’t like to kiss?

  Wes rolled the tongue stud over his upper teeth. “Oh, I think you’ll find I’m a very oral guy.”

  Mack swooped down, his mouth covering Wes’s before he could draw a proper breath. The man kissed like he walked, with urgency and a strength that made Wes’s knees buckle. Big arms wrapped around Wes’s waist and hauled him forward, against Mack’s chest, and Wes surrendered. Mack’s tongue licked at his lips, then delved into his mouth, filling Wes’s senses with the scent and taste of the man.

  Their groins crashed together, and holy damn, Mack was packing. Wes curled his fingers in the hair on Mack’s chest, loving the wiry texture. Eager to feel that against his own bare skin. Hell, he wanted them both naked as soon as possible. Except something...

  Wes reluctantly tore his mouth free of Mack’s. “Roommate?”

  “Gave us two hours.”

  “Lucky us.” Wes groped Mack’s erection through his jeans. “This all for me?”

  “If you think you can handle it.”

  “Oh, daddy, the boss can handle it.” Wes bit Mack’s chin, then slid to his knees. Undid his belt and buckle, worked the fly open. The weight of the belt took Mack’s jeans to the floor, and Wes wasn’t at all surprised to find regular old boxer shorts tenting out to greet him. Mack threaded his fingers into Wes’s hair, but didn’t direct him. Simply held on.

  Wes nuzzled at the firm length behind that thin layer of cotton, Mack’s scent so much stronger now. He didn’t usually get so turned on by man musk, but something about Mack made his mouth water. It was instinctive, almost primal.

  “Easier to suck it when it’s out in the open,” Mack said.

  “Keep up the commentary, and I’ll take my tongue stud out.”

  Mack’s only reply was fingers tightening in his hair. Maybe Wes was a bottom, but he could be toppy as hell sometimes. And he got the impression Mack liked a challenge.

  Wes tugged the waistband down a few inches, freeing only the head of Mack’s cock. A fat head that leaked a bit of clear fluid. He flicked his tongue out for a taste, teasing Mack’s slit, which got him a sharp hiss from Mack, so he took the tip of his cock between his lips. Kissed the head, then rubbed his stud across it.

  Mack let out a loud moan that Wes felt in his balls. Going slow wasn’t usually in Wes’s repertoire, but holy hell, this was going to be fun. He ignored his own raging hard-on and concentrated on blowing Mack’s mind. Revealing more of Mack’s dick, inch by inch, rubbing that stud up and down his flesh. Urging more noises out of Mack, deep, guttural sounds of pleasure that made Wes’s hole clench with want. If Mack was this vocal over a blow job, how loud was he while fucking?

  The thought nearly made Wes break his no fucking on the first date rule.

  Nearly.

  Mack held his hair tight enough to sting, so Wes redoubled his efforts, taking Mack to the back of his throat. Swallowing to get more of those awesome noises. Dragging the stud along Mack’s flesh. He was a mouthful in the very best way. Wes used his hands to play with Mack’s balls, stroke his taint, squeeze his thick ass cheeks. Cheeks he kind of wanted to bite, which wasn’t a typical impulse for Wes.

  Hell, being with a guy like Mack at all wasn’t a typical impulse for Wes, but he was enjoying the hell out of the experience so far.

  Wes pulled back, gave the head of Mack’s dick a kiss, then asked, “Do you have any hard limits?”

  Mack frowned. “Like watersports?”

  “Ew, no.” Wes shuddered. There was nothing sexy to him about being peed on. “You seem like a pretty toppy guy, so...”

  “Ah. I’ll bottom when I’m in the mood, and my ex had some toys we’d play with, so a finger or two up my ass isn’t a dealbreaker.”

  “Excellent.”

  “You got any more questions, because I like you better when your mouth is full.” Mack spoke with such a sexy smirk that Wes didn’t take the comment as anything other than a gentle tease.

  Wes slid his fingertips up and down Mack’s cock, doing his own gentle teasing. “I don’t know, I think I’d like to see how much I like you when your mouth is full.”

  Mack used the fingers in his hair to tug Wes back to his feet, and then kissed him until Wes was dizzy from lack of oxygen. That thick tongue plundered his mouth in a simulation of fucking that had Wes’s balls drawing up tight.

  “You’re overdressed,” Mack said when he finally released Wes.

  Wes made quick work of his clothes, tossing them carelessly toward the upholstered chairs. As soon as he was down to his bare skin, Mack engulfed him again, kissing and stroking as he urged them toward one of the single beds. Wes had figured on them swapping blow jobs in the living area, but this was good, too. Even though he had no real reason to trust that Mack would adhere to Wes’s no-fucking rule, he did trust him. So much that it kind of scared him.

  He shoved that fear away and relaxed into Mack’s capable hands, curious what the guy could do when he was in charge. Mack pressed Wes onto the mattress, his bigger body draped over Wes’s, and sucked along his collarbone, licking and nipping at the skin. Down to bite Wes’s nipples, which made Wes buck up against the thigh between his legs. A thigh not putting enough pressure on his dick, damn it.

  Mack continued his oral exploration, taking time to lick across Wes’s abs, dipping into his navel, nibbling at the top of his pubic hair without touching his cock. He bit the sensitive spot where Wes’s hip and thigh met, and Wes yelped, desperate for some attention a few inches to the left.

  Wes grabbed at Mack’s shoulders. “You gonna suck me or what?”

  Mack looked up, his eyebrows furrowed, eyes sparking with something...the challenge Wes had just laid out.

  Oh shit.

  “Not yet, I’m not,” Mack replied.

  In a move of surprising strength, Mack flipped Wes onto his stomach and lowered himself so Mack’s thick cock pressed against Wes’s ass. His knees caged Wes by the hips. Wes swallowed a quiver of anxiety over the position, but Mack simply started exploring again. Kissing along his shoulders and spine, leaving cool, damp spots all over Wes’s back. Down over his ribs. Right to the top of his ass, where he sucked the skin at the small of his back.

  Wes arched, the new and unexpected erogenous zone flashing happy signals up his spine. “Oh God, yeah, right there.”

  Mack made a sound more purr than growl, then proceeded to make Wes insane by biting and sucking on that spot. Wes bucked his hips, rubbing his erection against the blanket beneath him, needing that frictio
n. Until Mack held him still with strong arms across his back and upper thighs, trapping him in the best kind of hell.

  “Fuck!” Wes shouted before he could censor himself. “You’re evil! Stop. Oh my God, don’t stop.” He was going to have a bruise there later, and holy shit, who cared when his brain was so scrambled and his dick and balls ached so good?

  When Mack finally stopped torturing him, Wes was gasping for air, his legs twitching, so desperate for release he wanted to weep. Mack tilted his hips higher up from the bed, and Wes was two seconds from telling Mack to grab a condom and go for it. Except Mack tried to kill him by parting Wes’s cheeks and licking his hole.

  “Oh shit, yeah,” Wes said. Nothing made him crazier than a guy who liked to rim. So few of his past hookups did.

  Mack pressed his mouth over Wes’s entrance, his beard abrading Wes’s sensitive skin in the most delicious way possible. The heat of Mack’s lips and tongue slowly drove Wes insane as he licked, stabbed and nibbled at Wes’s hole, playing with that spot and making soft moans of his own, while Wes surrendered. He was Mack’s to enjoy, and he was more than willing to turn his body over to this very capable man, who seemed to know exactly how to push all of Wes’s buttons.

  All of the pleasure and sensations started to overload his senses a little bit, and Wes gasped, “Fuck me. You can fuck me.”

  “Am fucking you, boss.” Mack bit his left ass cheek. “And no, I’m not doing it with my dick tonight. You told me your limit, and you’re too far gone on endorphins for me to break that limit.”

  Guh, why does he have to be such a gentleman?

  It made Wes like the man ten times more for restraining himself, when the temptation to put his dick in Wes had to be overwhelming.

  And then Mack turned back into an evil torturer and started eating Wes’s hole again, fucking him with his tongue while his thick fingers toyed with Wes’s balls. Wes whined, hating the sound, but damn it, he needed Mack to touch his dick. To get him off right the hell now before he internally combusted.

  He hadn’t had this kind of sex in a long time. The kind that left him a strung-out mess, begging to come, because his partner had utterly destroyed his ability to do anything else. He’d expected fun blow jobs with Mack, but not this...not this sort of chemistry or passion, or the complete deconstruction of Wes’s body.

  Mack landed a soft smack on each of Wes’s cheeks, before flipping him over again. “Jesus fuck, you’re so responsive,” Mack said. “I love your ass.”

  “My ass loves you, too,” Wes kind of slurred. “Fuck meeeee...”

  “Nope. Maybe next time.”

  Oh good, next time. Yay!

  Wes only half-registered Mack getting something from behind the pillow. The squirt of lube. A tiny part of his lizard brain hoped that meant fucking, even while he knew it didn’t mean that kind of fucking. Mack lubed up both their dicks, then pressed his big body down on Wes’s, their slick cocks lined up. Wes raised his legs and wrapped his ankles around Mack’s thighs, urging him when Mack started to thrust.

  He tried to kiss Mack, who resisted at first, but Wes didn’t give a damn where his mouth had just been. Wes tugged him down, licking into Mack’s mouth, tasting them both there and loving it. Mack deepened the kiss, hips snapping harder, faster. Wes shouted into Mack’s mouth as his orgasm struck, shattering his spine and everything he thought he knew about sex.

  Mack kept thrusting, chasing his own climax, eased by the new slickness between them. Wes held on, unable to do anything except feel as Mack used his exhausted body, until he finally shot between them on a long, harsh groan of satisfaction.

  They kissed until Wes forgot how, his head lolling uselessly against the mattress. Mack nipped at his chin, then settled, half of his body draped over Wes. Both of them still breathing hard in the silence.

  “Thank you,” Wes said, because he couldn’t think of anything else.

  Mack chuckled, his left hand skating out to tweak Wes’s nipple. “For the orgasm? You’re welcome.”

  “That, too.” Wes angled his head to meet Mack’s curious gaze. “Thank you for keeping your wits and respecting my limit, despite my heat of the moment pantings.”

  “No problem. It’s why I like to talk a little before the sex happens. Didn’t do that once, and we both regretted it later. Sex shouldn’t be about regrets.”

  “Agreed. No regrets here. None.” He tugged on Mack’s beard. “I particularly liked feeling this between my cheeks.”

  “Guess I better not shave, then.” Mack winked.

  That simple gesture, combined with Mack’s respect of his no-fucking limit, made Wes’s heart turn over in a strange way. He’d never felt so...seen by a sex partner before. Like he was more than just a way for the other person to get off. “Please don’t shave. We’re doing this again, right?”

  Mack nipped at his shoulder. “I do seem to recall making a promise about fucking you properly.” He slid his hand between Wes’s legs, stroking in between his sensitized cheeks. “I do love that hole of yours an awful lot. Be a shame to give it up so soon.”

  “Thank God.” Wes had no illusions of a relationship with the man, but hot damn, he’d have some mind-blowing sex with him while he could. Make some fantastic memories to take home with him to San Francisco.

  Mack is totally going to become the gold standard for hookups after this.

  “Come on, let’s take a shower,” Mack said.

  “Do we have to?” He kind of liked lazing in bed with Mack in post-coital afterglow.

  “Yes, unless you want Reyes to walk in on us with our junk hanging out.”

  “Something tells me Reyes wouldn’t gossip about it if he did.”

  “No, he wouldn’t.” Something oddly possessive passed through Mack’s expression. “Maybe I don’t want him to see you naked.”

  Wes couldn’t help it. He fell for Mack a little bit, right then and there. He reached out to lightly stroke Mack’s beard. “Then I guess we should go take a shower.”

  * * *

  An hour later, Wes slipped out of Mack’s cabin and down the path to the guesthouse, thoroughly exhausted and completely pleased with himself. Shenanigans in the shower had gotten Wes hard again, so Mack had very thoughtfully helped him out with a hand job and a whole lot more kissing. Sure, Wes had a little beard burn he couldn’t hide, but it was so worth it.

  Their entire interlude had been better than Wes imagined. Mack had given him so much more than a blow job, and he’d done so with a kind of respect Wes wasn’t used to from the guys he fucked. Sex with Mack was the very best kind of sex, and he was very much fixated on the next time. If Mack was that talented with his mouth, Wes couldn’t wait to see what the big cowboy could do with his dick.

  He found Miles on the front porch with a mug of something steaming, wrapped up in a sweatshirt, despite the warm evening. “Hey, man,” Wes said with a smile.

  Miles nodded. “Where’d you disappear to?”

  The almost accusatory tone made Wes pause and take in Miles’s sad expression. “Dude, you okay?”

  “Fine, just a little tired.”

  He was always fine and a little tired lately, and it was really starting to bother Wes. Maybe once they got back to the city and away from all this fresh air, Wes would sit Miles down and pick his brain. For now, Wes perched the edge of his butt on the porch railing. “Since you asked, I was with Mack. In his cabin. And his bed.”

  Miles’s eyebrows jumped. “Have fun?”

  “Totally. To be honest, it was probably the best sex I’ve ever had, and we didn’t even fuck. That will probably kill me, when we do.”

  “So this wasn’t a one-off?”

  “Nope. I mean, it’s still a vacation fling, but I’m here for four more days, so there’s plenty of sex left to be had.”

  “Just...be careful?”

  “Always am.” Wes decid
ed to leave the subject alone and cast out for something else. “Um, so what’s on the schedule for tomorrow?”

  “A hike, I think.”

  “Sounds exhausting.”

  Miles’s lips twitched. “You are such a drama queen.”

  “Yes, I am, and it’s time for this drama queen to hit the sack. You coming up soon?”

  “Probably.”

  “Cool.”

  Wes went inside, stupidly eager to feel his thin mattress beneath him so he could sleep for a while. And dream. Oh yes, he very much hoped tonight’s dreams were full of a certain sexy cowboy bear and his very talented mouth.

  Chapter Twelve

  Mack was not happy about waking up on Wednesday morning with a raging boner, thanks to a very vivid dream about Wes. The little shit was under his skin in a bad way, especially after how...well...perfect the sex had been last night. Wes was the most responsive guy Mack had ever had in his bed, and if the guy shot like that after just some rimming and frotting, Mack couldn’t wait to see how he reacted to actually being fucked.

  Last night should have been a one-time deal. Only neither one of them wanted to be done, so why not indulge a little? It had been years since Mack had had sex with the same guy more than once, and while he liked the lack of complications that came from hookups, he missed intimacy. Real, genuine intimacy with someone who didn’t mind taking hours to explore each other. To hold each other.

  His club hookups, like last weekend’s, were about getting off quickly. Those moments were pure sex, and Mack always used condoms for oral. With Wes, though...beyond the obvious physical attraction, there was something about Wes that made Mack want to please him.

  He’d had fun exploring Wes’s body, looking for all the places that made Wes yelp and squirm. And it had been a long damned time since he’d rimmed anyone, because that wasn’t for hookups. It was for guys he genuinely wanted to wind up, and yeah, he’d been tempted by Wes’s panted demands to fuck him, but Mack respected Wes too damned much to risk Wes regretting it later. He never wanted Wes to regret his time with Mack, no matter how brief.

  He wasn’t looking for a relationship with Wes, but they could sure as shit enjoy themselves while Wes was at the ranch.