Easton [Belt Buckle Ranch 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (4 page)

He’d been so tempted to do more than touch the soft skin on Easton’s cheek. He’s wanted to lean forward and take the man’s lips in a passionate kiss, but he’d stopped himself. He could admit the sexual attraction. It didn’t bother him that Easton was younger than him or that he was William Rickett’s son. None of that mattered.

What stopped him was the fact that he wasn’t a gentle lover. He liked his sex on the rougher side, giving his partners more pain than pleasure. Easton deserved so much more and Trent was man enough to admit that he couldn’t give the younger man what he deserved.

Looking at Easton, with his soft brown eyes, Trent saw lifetime commitment. It was as if the words were in neon lights across the man’s forehead.

“Let’s start with the irrigation system,” Trent finally said and Easton nodded, a small smile gracing his full lips.

He’d never been so hard in his life.

Working side by side throughout the day with Trent affected him physically. He tried to hide the obvious erection anyway he could, but he knew Trent had noticed. The knowing look in the older man’s eyes said it all. Lying fresh hay inside the stalls of the barn, Easton willed his cock to behave. The sound of boots hitting the ground caught his attention and Easton jerked his head up, watching as Trent strode toward him.

The older man didn’t say a word. They just stared at each other, until Trent reached for the top button of Easton’s jeans. He dropped the rake, loosely hanging his arms at his sides as Trent made fast work of his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping the denim. He pulled Easton’s cock out and wrapped a hot palm around the flesh. Easton stood frozen, panting. He didn’t want to ruin the moment with unnecessary words so he kept his mouth shut. Something other than Trent’s hand touched his shaft and Easton looked down, watching as Trent wrapped a leather cord around the base of his cock and balls.

The man wasn’t soft or gentle, he was rough, tightening the cord and cutting off blood flow. Grimacing, he tried to keep his face neutral, not wanting to stop Trent’s attention.

“You want me?” he asked, his voice gruff.

“God, yes,” Easton murmured, licking his dry lips.

He felt apprehensive, unsure of what would happen or how far he was willing to take this, but he wasn’t going to stop Trent. Not now that the older cowboy was finally paying attention to him.

“We’ll see.” Trent didn’t give Easton time to respond to that.

The man pulled down on his balls and Easton jerked from the pain. Trent ignored him, slapping his balls, and Easton let out a shriek before Trent laid a few well-placed slaps against his erection. In that moment, Trent’s words came rushing back to him.
I’m not a gentle man, boy, and you’re too soft.
He hadn’t known what that meant, but now, he was getting a clear picture and he was way out of his league.

Trent unbuttoned Easton’s shirt, opening the material wide open and pushed the fabric off his shoulders. He slowly walked around Easton, inspecting him, and Easton had to open his mouth to breathe. The whole scene was more erotic than he would’ve expected. His cock hardened further and he felt the leather material dig into his flesh.

Reaching out a hand, Trent pinched his nipples, turning the bud until Easton let out a yelp and bucked his hips. Pre-cum dribbled out the head of his cock, his need growing. Trent moved around him. Two strong hands cupped his ass cheeks, kneading and squeezing. Trent put his mouth against Easton’s ear. He felt the warm breath before Trent spoke.

“There are so many things I want to do to you, boy,” he said, his voice gruff and deep. Easton swallowed, licking his lips. He wanted everything Trent had to offer. A couple fingers slid up and down the crease of his ass. “You would look so beautiful wrapped in my ropes, wearing my marks on your soft skin.”

Easton didn’t know what to say to that. He’d never been tied up. This was all new to him, but he could easily see Trent in the role of dominant lover. The tip of Trent’s finger pressed against his hole, circling it, and Easton shivered. He wanted to beg and plead, but kept his mouth tightly sealed.

“I want to fuck your little asshole, Easton. I want to come deep inside you and plug my spunk in your hole.”

“Jesus,” he whimpered. The words alone were sending him closer to the edge. He easily pictured Trent following through and god help him, but that’s exactly what he wanted.

“Do you want that, Easton?” he asked, before pulling Easton’s earlobe into his mouth and biting down.

“Yes!” he shouted, and Trent chuckled.

“Good boy. If at any time you want this to stop, all you have to do is tell me. Do you understand, Easton? Say no and all this stops.” It sounded as if Trent was giving him a way out. As if the man wanted Easton to put an end to things before he even started, but there was no way in hell he was going to allow that to happen.

“I understand,” he simply said.

“Put your hands behind your back,” Trent ordered, and Easton obeyed.

Trent circled back in front of him and Easton watched as he unbuttoned the top button of his jeans before lowering the zipper. His hand reached inside the denim material and he pulled out his hard dick. Easton groaned when he saw the man’s shaft. A thick silver ring was pierced through the tip of the older man’s cock. It was a surprise that Easton never expected.

Trent reached out and gripped Easton’s bicep. “Get on your knees, boy.”

Easton lowered himself, careful not to trip over his jeans. Falling onto the soft hay, he opened his mouth and sucked the head of Trent’s shaft. He flicked the ring with his tongue. As soon as he tasted Trent’s pre-cum, he sucked harder and moaned. Shuffling closer, he rubbed his shoulder against Trent’s thigh as he slowly bobbed his head.

“Take it easy.” Trent wrapped one hand around his skull, holding him. He didn’t apply pressure. Instead, he let Easton do as he wished. “You’re so beautiful, Easton. On your knees, sucking my cock, it’s an amazing sight.”

Easton sucked harder, taking Trent deeper into his throat. Trent pushed his other hand through Easton’s hair, pulling on the strands. Easton moaned as he bobbed his head. He wanted to taste Trent on his tongue. He wanted to swallow the man’s spunk down his throat. All too soon, Trent pulled his hips back, removing his shaft, and Easton shook his head. Moving forward, he tried to capture the man’s length once more, but Trent wouldn’t let him have his treat back.

“Please,” he said.

“I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to come deep in your ass,” Trent said, helping Easton to stand. “Place your hands on the wall and bend over.”

Easton obeyed. Shuffling his feet, he moved closer to the wall and leaned over, placing his hands on the wall. He looked over his shoulder and watched Trent pull something out of his pocket. He tore open the packet and squeezed the lube onto his fingers. Trent shoved one finger deep into Easton’s ass and he cried out. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure he hadn’t expected. Another digit was added, Trent pressing more lube inside Easton’s hole.

He dug his fingers into the wood slats, holding himself up when all he really wanted was to fall to the ground. It felt good and he needed more. Moving his hips, he fucked himself on Trent’s fingers.

“You ready?”

Looking over his shoulder at Trent, he nodded. “Yes. Fuck me…please.”

Trent removed his fingers. Covering his pierced cock with a condom, he slathered the remaining lube over his dick. Easton panted. He wanted to feel the piercing inside his ass. Once the latex was in place, Trent pushed Easton forward and grabbed his hips. Easton held on tight, expecting a rough ride.

The head of Trent’s shaft pushed its way inside his ass. He barely had time to relax before Trent was powering into him, fucking him hard. Leaning his head forward, Easton stared at the ground. His mouth dropped open and a series of sounds emerged. He couldn’t control his reactions as well as Trent obviously could. The man had an iron control over himself. He didn’t moan or groan. He stayed in control, doing exactly what he wanted.

Trent rubbed his hands up Easton’s back. Gripping his shoulders, he held on tight as he swiveled his hips.

“Oh…” Easton pulled his lower lip into his mouth, biting down.

His eyes rolled back as the head as Trent’s shaft powered into his ass. The piercing glided across his prostate gland, over and over again, and Easton let out a litany of curse words. The man knew exactly what he was doing. Trent moved closer, covering Easton’s back. He moved his hands down Easton’s arms, placing his hands on top of Easton’s. It was an intimate act, something he hadn’t been expecting. Arching his back, he pushed his ass back, meeting each thrust.

“Trent,” Easton moaned. “Feels so good.”

Trent’s right hand dropped down to Easton’s cock. He flicked his wrist, removing the leather that bound his shaft, and Easton lost it. The older man didn’t even need to jack off Easton’s dick. With the pressure removed, Easton’s climax barreled through him.

“Shit! Fuck!” he yelled out as his cock pulsed, cum shooting out onto the hay beneath him.

Oh, fuck
. Panting, Easton leaned forward. His arms were shaking as he tried to catch his breath and remain upright. The sex had been everything Easton ever dreamed of—rough, hard, and fast. Trent took him to the edge and pushed him over the cliff into pleasure. The older man barely waited a moment before he pulled back, his shaft slipping free. He left Easton empty and slightly uncomfortable, the sensual moment disappearing.

The sound of retreating boots gave Easton the strength he needed to stand. Staring at the ground, Easton pulled up his jeans and fixed his shirt. The fantasy of Trent was more potent than the reality. He’d wanted the older man, but the end result made him feel dirty. Turning on his heel, he took a few steps, exiting the barn. He took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air.

Trent came up behind him and Easton turned around. He was prepared to give the man hell for treating him like a piece of meat, but one look changed his mind.

Easton grabbed ahold of Trent, bringing their lips together, hard. He needed the kiss after the sex they’d shared. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but was grateful when Trent kissed him back. The kiss went on and on, both of them fighting for it, struggling to dominate. But eventually, he let Trent control it.

Pushing his tongue into Easton’s mouth, Trent devoured him.

One hand cupped the back of his head, tilting his chin as Trent feasted on him. Easton was burning up, lost in the flavor of the man’s mouth. Relief flooded his system, giving him hope that Trent really could live up to the fantasy. Easton wasn’t sure how much time passed, but eventually, Trent pulled back. They stared at each other for a moment.

“Thank you for coming to the ranch and helping me today.”

“Uh…” Easton didn’t know how to respond.

He’d spent most of the day working by Trent’s side and the two had just fucked inside the barn. Now, it was as if he was having an out-of-body experience. Trent was excusing him. He was telling Easton to go home.

“You should make it back to the ranch in time for dinner.” Trent quickly placed a kiss on Easton’s lips.

It was the sweetest brush off he’d ever received.

Staring at his plate, Easton pushed his food around. His mind was stuck on Trent and the events that unfolded at the man’s ranch. He’d wanted Trent since seeing him and oddly enough, he still wanted the man, even after the brush off. He tried not to have any romantic notions, but it was hard not to dream while couples sat around him.

Easton peered at the couples under his long lashes—Jackson and Wyatt, Robbie and Cody, and Jared and Jacob. Seeing them together, Easton felt a pang of jealousy.

Maybe he was barking up the wrong tree with Trent. Maybe he should try to meet someone else. They may live on the ranch, but the small town nearby and the bar offered other options. There were gay men in the area. Living at the Belt Buckle ranch was nothing like living on his family’s farm in Oklahoma. In Oklahoma, Easton had kept his sexual identity a secret, but here, his life was different. He didn’t need to hide which brought up other questions.

With his ranch employees out of town, was this relationship a temporary sexual affair? Was Trent interested in more than the tryst they’d shared inside the barn? The man hadn’t really spoken to Easton after they’d fucked. He was polite when he’d suggested that Easton head home for dinner.

Groaning in frustration, Easton shook his head. He hated this stupid emotional rollercoaster he put himself through.
Maybe this is why I’ve never had a relationship.

“Easton.” Jackson said his name.

“Yeah.” He jerked his head up.

“Are you feeling okay?” his brother asked, a look of concern flashing across his features.

“Yeah.” Easton shrugged and pushed the thoughts of Trent out of his mind. “I’m just tired.”

“You’re working too hard. Why don’t you take a break?” Jackson suggested, and Easton wanted to roll his eyes.

He knew his brother was just trying to help, but the idea of taking a day off was foreign to him. He’d been working since he was old enough to walk and as he got older, the days got longer. When his grandfather became ill, Easton started doing all the work on the farm alone. His habits and work ethic had remained when working at the Belt Buckle.