Easton [Belt Buckle Ranch 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (6 page)

He pulled the young man close. Trent cupped the back of Easton’s head with one hand and wrapped the other around the man’s waist, holding him steady. He slanted his head and ran his tongue across Easton’s lips. Easton leaned into Trent and opened his mouth to his demanding kiss.

Lord, the younger man tasted like peppermint toothpaste—sweet and delicious. He feasted on Easton, sucking the man’s tongue into his mouth. The rough bristles on Easton’s chin grazed his lips, reminding him that Easton wasn’t too soft after all.

He wanted to devour him. Gripping Easton’s hair, he held the cowboy in place. He rubbed against him, molding his hips to Easton’s hard body. The thick, hard shaft of Easton’s erection pressed into him, showing Trent that the cowboy was just as desperate as he was. He was tempted to drop to his knees and pull the man’s length from the confines of the tight jeans he wore.

Pulling back, Trent disconnected their lips and stared at Easton’s swollen mouth and groaned.

“Oh, God, please don’t stop,” Easton whined and Trent wasn’t sure he could deny the request. “I need…” Maybe if he took the edge off, they would be able to get some work done.

As it was, he was useless while Easton worked by his side.

Dropping to his knees, Trent made fast work of Easton’s jeans and black boxer briefs. He pulled the material down the man’s legs, exposing Easton’s beautiful cock. Trent didn’t draw out the suspense or make the young man wait. Leaning forward, he brushed his nose against Easton’s pubic hair, inhaling the man’s clean, masculine scent. Taking Easton’s shaft into his mouth, Trent moaned as Easton’s pre-cum oozed along his tongue. He swallowed it down, excited to taste more of Easton’s delectable spunk.

He didn’t bother going slow. He bobbed his head up and down, creating a fast rhythm while hollowing his cheeks for maximum suction.

“Oh, God! Oh, Fuck!” Easton shouted, driving his hips forward, shoving his length further down Trent’s throat. “So close…not gonna last…” Easton’s muscles flexed under Trent’s hands as his body jerked frantically.

Trent knew he was close to the end, that his climax was rushing up his spine and tingling in his balls. Easton said Trent’s name like a prayer, chanting it repeatedly as he emptied his seed down Trent’s throat in long spurts. Trent swallowed him down, moaning in delight at the salty-sweet flavor. Leaning back, Trent kissed the head of Easton’s cock. He pulled up Easton’s briefs and jeans as he slowly stood up. Caressing the cowboy’s softening shaft, Trent tucked him away before zipping his jeans and straightening his clothing.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” Easton said, and Trent pressed the man’s cowboy hat down firmly on his head.

“Anytime, cowboy.” Trent brushed his lips across the man’s plump mouth before turning on his heel. It was time to work.

“What about you?” Easton called after him.

“Later,” he promised.

Using the heel of his hand, Trent pressed down his hard shaft as he adjusted his aching cock. One touch from Easton and he knew he’d blow. He didn’t want a rushed quickie. No, Trent wanted to take his time and explore Easton’s body before burying his shaft deep inside the man’s ass once more.

Would he ever get enough of the man? Would he ever be able to work Easton out of his system? It was doubtful.

“I’ll just finish mucking the stalls,” Easton said, and Trent couldn’t help but chuckle.

After working all damn day, Easton was exhausted, but he didn’t want to go back to the Belt Buckle Ranch. He wanted to stay with Trent. As they worked, they talked, and Easton finally felt as if he was making progress with the older man. He might not know any of Trent’s deep, dark secrets, but he hoped that over time, Trent would share personal information.

“What’s your favorite color?” Easton asked, clicking his horse into gear. They were rounding up the cattle, moving them to a different pasture.

It was a simple question, but it was hopefully a start to more. He didn’t want to freak Trent out by asking anything too personal. There was a whole list of things he wanted to know. Trent looked over at him, their eyes connecting and holding for a moment.

“Brown,” was all he said before whistling and trotting ahead of Easton.

It took him a moment to realize that Trent was talking about his eyes and his heart melted a little bit more.

Easton leaned against the old pickup truck as the sun started to set. He tried to act casual even though he was waiting for Trent to invite him in. The older man looked him up and down and Easton found himself holding his breath.

“Do you want to come inside the house for a glass of water or a shower?” Trent asked, raising a brow, and Easton nodded without hesitation.

Pushing himself off the truck, Easton hid away a smile as he followed behind Trent toward the man’s house. He walked up the stairs onto the porch and Trent opened the front door, allowing him to proceed into the house. Easton shoved his hands into his back pockets and waited in the entryway for clear direction.

Trent lifted his cowboy hat off his head and placed it on the hook by the door before running his fingers through Easton’s hair.

“Shower first?”

“Yeah.” Easton thought that was the best decision.

“Down the hall, first door on the right. Take a shower and then wait for me on the bed, naked,” Trent told him.

Easton nodded his head. “Yes, sir,” he said, following the man’s directions.

When he stepped into the bedroom, he quickly realized that he wasn’t inside Trent’s room. There weren’t any pictures on the pale yellow walls. The only pieces of furniture in the room were a king-sized bed and a dresser—neither item looked as if it were used within the last few years. Shrugging his shoulders, Easton stripped off his clothing and folded the dirty items, placing them on the floor next to the dresser.

He strode into the bathroom and turned the water on, quickly stepping under the spray. Easton grabbed the shower gel and scrubbed himself from head to toe. When he was done, he shut the water off and stepped out of the stall. Grabbing a towel, Easton dried off in record time and raced back to the bedroom.

He sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Trent. The silence inside the bedroom was deafening and as the minutes ticked by, Easton started losing faith in Trent. Standing up, he started pacing the length of the bedroom.

Should I just get dressed and leave? Did he forget I was waiting for him?
Didn’t he say to wait for him in here? Shit, what if he changed his mind?

Trent walked in and Easton stopped in his tracks, his thoughts scattering. A very naked, wet-haired Trent strode right up to him. He wrapped a hand around Easton’s throat and walked him backward toward the bed. Opening his mouth, he started panting as Trent applied pressure. When the back of his legs hit the bed, Trent pushed him and Easton fell backward.

“Move to the middle of the bed,” Trent ordered and Easton scooted sideways, moving his body until he was where Trent wanted him to be.

When he was in position, Trent climbed up onto the bed and crawled toward him. The man’s green eyes sparked with lust and he licked his lips. Easton’s hands itched to reach out and touch, but he kept them in place, firmly on the mattress.

Trent climbed on top of him, straddling his waist, and Easton moaned as hot, naked skin brushed against his. Trent slid his hands up Easton’s chest and he shivered from the contact. When the man’s fingers tweaked his nipples, Easton yelped from the sharp pain. It quickly morphed into pleasure, making his cock jerk, and pre-cum leak from the tip of his aching shaft.

Shaking with excitement, Easton stared at Trent, begging for more with his eyes. The older man gripped Easton’s wrists and brought them up toward the metal headboard and pinned his arms above his head.

“You’re mine,” he said, declaring ownership, and Easton swallowed hard.

“Yes, sir.”

He wanted to do exactly as Trent commanded. The urge to submit to the older man rocked him. He’d had fantasies of this and hoped to god that Trent would keep going. Trent was exactly where Easton wanted him—naked, straddling him, bare skin pressed against bare skin. There was no way Easton would move without the order from Trent. The older man was in control and he didn’t want to do or say anything that might stop Trent.

“Keep your hands there,” Trent ordered, and Easton obeyed.

The older man moved his hands and Easton stayed limp, giving Trent the power to do as he wished. Trent wrapped a cold metal cuff around Easton’s wrist and clicked it into place before moving to the next wrist and giving it the same attention.
How the hell did I miss the cuffs?

“Pull on the cuffs, test them,” Trent told him, and Easton pulled on the cuffs, testing his own strength. “If you want out of the cuffs at any time, tell me. You don’t need a safe word. Saying ‘no’ is enough.”

Easton nodded. He agreed with what Trent had said, but he knew deep down that he wouldn’t say “no.” He wouldn’t call a halt no matter what the older man decided to do.

“You’re so beautiful.” Trent ran his hands over Easton’s chest, scraping his blunt nails against Easton’s skin. “Do you like the idea of belonging to me, of me being in complete control of you?”

Easton stared at him, unable to say a word, so he nodded. It was as if the man knew all of his deep, dark secrets. He wanted Trent to own him. He wanted the man to have complete control and power over his body. Without warning, he pinched Easton’s nipple hard, his fingernail digging into the sensitive flesh. Easton jerked underneath him. The spike of pain went straight to his cock.

“You’re so sweet,” Trent murmured, brushing a finger across Easton’s mouth. “Soft.”

Moving slowly, Trent climbed off Easton’s lap. He reached out and Easton sucked in a breath, waiting to see what the man would do. He wrapped his palm around Easton’s balls and squeezed tight. Easton pushed himself into Trent’s hand, eager for more attention. He didn’t care—pain or pleasure—he’d take anything from Trent. Trent leaned forward and dipped his head over Easton’s lap, rubbing his nose in the blond curls at the base of his shaft.

As Easton stared down his body, Trent turned his head to the side, providing him with a perfect view. The man trailed his tongue up the line of Easton’s erection, a feather-light touch.

Easton whimpered.

Slowly…so very slowly, Trent’s lips reached the tip of his cock. Trent wrapped his mouth around the head and Easton was finally able to exhale.

Pleasure raced through him, more intense than anything he’d ever known. Wet. Hot. Perfect. Easton stared at Trent in complete awe as the man dipped his head, taking more and more of Easton’s shaft into his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down and Easton couldn’t look away if he’d tried. Trent stared at him, brown eyes clashing with green. He knew the power he held over Easton and it was obvious he loved it.

Pulling back, Trent held the base of Easton’s cock and flashed him a toothy grin before sliding the sharp edges against his dick from tip to base. When he came back to the head of Easton’s cock, Trent bit down. The mixture of pain mixed with pleasure sparked something deep inside of Easton. He bucked, unable to remain still another moment. Trent sucked Easton back into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and applying pressure.

Thrusting his hips up off the bed, Easton came. “Sir!” he shouted.

The world tipped, flipping upside down. It took him a while to come back to reality. All that existed was Trent. Easton shook his head and blinked rapidly, trying to wake himself up. When his vision finally cleared, Easton saw Trent. The man was removing his cuffs. Disappointment consumed him. He wasn’t ready for this to end. He didn’t want Trent to send him home, not yet.

“Hands and knees, boy,” Trent growled, and Easton followed his order immediately. Trent slid one moist finger into him, quick and rough, and Easton groaned, arching his back. “You like the bite of pain, don’t you, Easton?”

He nodded rapidly and moaned, “Yes, Sir.”

Trent didn’t make him wait too long before giving him more. One finger quickly became two as Trent stretched him, adding more lube. Easton pushed back, desperate to feel those magical fingers deeper inside of him. After a few minutes of finger fucking, Trent added a third digit, swirling his fingers, and Easton rocked his hips back and forth.

“So good,” he whispered.

“I’m always safe and use condoms. I get tested every three months…” Trent started.

“Me, too,” Easton quickly interrupted.

He already knew where this conversation was going and he was definitely on board. From the dirty talk in the barn yesterday, he’d been thinking about having the older man’s spunk buried deep inside his ass. He was desperate for it. He wanted Trent to lay his claim and mark him.

“I have all my tests printed out in a folder in my office. I can show you.” He started to pull his hand free, but Easton sat up, pushing the digits back into his ass.

“I have the papers at the ranch. We can show each other later. I trust you.” Easton wasn’t about to let Trent walk out of the bedroom. He was in bed with the man and trusted Trent with his body.

“Okay, so we’ve both been tested. I’ll give you a choice. Condom…yes or no. One word answer. It doesn’t matter what it is, I’m going to fuck you nice and hard. I’ll give you exactly what you need. If it’s too soon…”

“No,” he simply said. “No condom.”

Easton didn’t even need to think. He wanted to feel Trent’s naked cock inside of him. He needed the man’s cum inside his ass. Trent removed his digits and shifted his body closer as he moved behind Easton. He felt the head of the man’s cock touch his hole and held his breath. Laying his head on the pillow, Easton spread his thighs further apart. Trent grabbed his hips in a tight grip and thrust forward, sheathing himself completely within Easton’s body in one hard thrust.