Love in Xxchange: Miles to Go (17 page)

“I think she’s not quite the vestal virgin you thought she was,” Bo said next to Max’s ear. “And you may be ready to go, and I might be too, but she isn’t, and I don’t think we’re going to get her out of here any time soon.”

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“But—” Max stopped and straightened his shoulders as he stared at Annabelle. “I

thought you said this was a gay club?” Bo’s hand was taken and he was half-dragged towards Annabelle.

“It is. I mean, there’s lesbians, too, and some bi’s—oh.” And there were several of both, Bo figured, checking Annabelle out thoroughly. “Let’s get a table.” Bo hooked his arm through Annabelle’s and the three of them began working through gyrating bodies towards the bar and tables. Max swore soundly on more than one occasion, and pried off a determined dark-haired little twink—cute boy, tenacious, though.

Bo ended up leaning over and threatening to thrash the kid, who then suggested a threesome. He followed them to the table. Max looked like he was ready to strangle the twink with his long black hair.

“Look,” the kid pleaded. “I’m open to a threesome, I just can’t, uh, she’d have to be in the other room or something.”

Annabelle sidled up to the poor pretty young thing and licked her lips as she dragged her gaze over him. Her method of getting rid of him worked better than Bo’s or Max’s.

“Son of a bitch grabbed my dick,” Max snarled, “and my ass, and he wasn’t the only one. I’m almost scared to try to leave. You get groped? Is that normal for a place… Guess it is for clubs like this, huh?”

Bo grinned at Max’s obvious discomfort. Sweet man, putting himself in what had to be his version of hell just to make Bo feel secure. “There’s nice clubs, too. This is just a meat market.” Bo glanced around then watched as Annabelle tried to flag down a server. He couldn’t quite bring himself to look at Max as he confessed, “You do know places like this were my usual hangouts, right? That what you’ve seen, I’ve probably done.”
A lot
.

Max pulled Bo onto his lap. He cupped Bo’s jaw and stroked his fingers over Bo’s cheek. “I don’t care what you
did
, Bo, I only care what you
do
.”

The sincerity and love in Max’s dark eyes and in his voice seeped into Bo, wrapping around his heart, shattering his fears, chipping at his doubts. When Max looked at him like that, Bo could believe he deserved to be loved, and maybe, when he forgot it at times, he’d be able to remember this moment to help him feel worthy of Max.

And hadn’t Max ignored every other man here, unless he was snarling at them? The erection bumping at Bo’s butt was the first one Max had got since they entered this place.

“What more do you need, honey? Tell me, I’ll do it.”

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What more
did
he need? Coming to this club tonight had proven several things to Bo.

The first and most important he’d already noted. Max wasn’t interested in anyone else.

Second, Bo was able to walk into the place, so much like the club he’d been to in San Antonio, and not feel more than a small fissure of fear, at least not with Max and Annabelle at his sides. And finally, tonight had helped to bury one of Bo’s secret concerns—that he’d be tempted by the familiar environment and feel the urge to fall back into the role he used to play. Max wasn’t the only one who hadn’t noticed any other man.

“I want you to take me home and make love to me,” Bo whispered in Max’s ear,

nibbling on the sweet skin. Max shuddered beneath him as Bo licked and sucked on the sensitive spot right beneath his lobe. Strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer.

Max’s lips brushed over Bo’s cheek, his jaw, placing biting kisses up to his ear. His body tensed as Max whispered, “How ‘bout
you
make love to
me
?”

“Oh, God,” Bo whimpered. He ground his ass against Max’s hard length as he clutched at Max’s shoulders. “Yes, please!” Bo hadn’t got to top often and was pretty much fine with that, but he wanted to feel Max’s body clamping down on him more than he wanted to live another day. “Can we go home now?”

Max chuckled and nipped at his neck. “Thought you’d never ask.”

“I’m not going to get to finish my drink, am I?” Annabelle asked, sounding amused and grinning from ear to ear.

“‘Fraid not,” Max agreed. “Let’s go home.”

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The drive back to the ranch had been quiet, the tension in the cab of the truck palpable and thicker than wet cement. Max had been having second, third, and fourth thoughts about his words to Bo. He hadn’t even thought before he said it, just opened his mouth and out tumbled the desire he’d kept tucked away. Fear of the unknown had bound Max’s curiosity, but the need to share every part of himself with Bo unlocked Max’s desires and momentarily demolished his fears. By the time they pulled into the drive, Max was wound up tight and afraid he wouldn’t be able to go through with it. Despite the fact Bo obviously loved having Max’s cock in his ass, Max couldn’t see how
he
was going to be able to relax enough to enjoy Bo doing him.

On the other hand, he really, really wanted to know what it’d feel like to have Bo deep inside him. More than that, he wanted to do this for Bo, offer up his love and trust by offering his body. Bo would see it for the gift and commitment it was, he’d be careful, loving, patient—but Max was still scared spitless.

“We don’t have to,” Bo murmured. Max looked up and realised he’d stopped at the foot of the porch steps. His lover stood on the porch, watching him. Max couldn’t make out Bo’s features in the starless night, but he knew the understanding lacing Bo’s voice would be in the man’s expression as well. Max shrugged his shoulders, trying to roll away some of his anxiety.

“I want to, just nervous,” he confessed. “I don’t know if I can…if I’ll like it like you do, you know?”

Bo came down the steps and slid his arms around Max’s waist. He put his head on

Max’s shoulder and burrowed his lips and nose against Max’s neck, licking and sucking until a different kind of tension coiled in Max. “We don’t have to,” Bo repeated. “But if you want to try, I promise I’ll stop the second you tell me to if you hate it.”

The warm breath slicking over wet skin caused Max to shiver as he clutched at Bo’s chest. “Okay,” Max rasped, unable to say anything more when his whole body was vibrating with desire. Having Bo pressed up against him, that denim-clad cock rubbing against his own, was firing up every one of Max’s fantasies.

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Bo’s hands drifted down to Max’s ass and squeezed his cheeks. “Come on, then,” he said with a pat to Max’s butt. “Maybe Annabelle’s already asleep. She practically ran inside and went straight to her room.”

Max nodded and let Bo lead him into the bunkhouse.

“Do you want something to drink first?” Bo asked. “Some water, or maybe something stronger? A shot or two of whisky might help you relax.”

Now that they were inside, Max had no trouble making out the concern in Bo’s

expression. He shook his head and tipped his chin towards their room. “I don’t want any alcohol. Don’t want it to interfere with what I’m feeling, you know? I can trust you to make sure I’m ready.”

A soft, loving look came over Bo. “Yes, you can. I haven’t topped often, but I know what feels good, and what feels great, from the bottom.” Bo clasped Max’s hand tightly. They walked to their room together, shoulders bumping with each step they took. Max was trying to breathe normally as his fear gave way to anticipation.

Once inside the room, Bo locked the door. They tugged off their boots then faced each other. Max hesitated to make the first move, unsure in this situation and feeling vulnerable.

Bo stroked Max’s cheek tenderly then cupped the back of Max’s neck. Max parted his lips under Bo’s, moaning as his lover kissed him. The gentle swipe of Bo’s tongue became more forceful as they grappled at each other’s clothes.

Their fingers bumped and tangled at Max’s belt until Bo growled into the kiss, sending a shiver through Max. His hands dropped to his sides as he let Bo have his way. It was surprisingly erotic to hand Bo the lead, and Max felt tingles in places he hadn’t ever thought to. As Bo shoved Max’s pants and boxers down, his hand trailed over Max’s hips. The tips of his fingers brushed over the sides of Max’s ass, and he gasped as his hole clenched and fluttered. Relaxing might not be the problem he’d thought it would be.

Bo chuckled and unbuttoned Max’s shirt as he nibbled along his jaw. Once Max was divested of his clothes, Bo nudged him backwards, still nibbling and sucking on Max’s stubbled skin. The backs of Max’s legs hit the mattress then he was tumbling onto the bed.

He caught himself on his elbows and looked up at Bo. The confidence and desire he saw in his lover’s eyes firmed Max’s dick until it was achingly hard. Bo slid his gaze over Max’s shaft and Max felt it like a caress. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, and Bo’s smile faded as he MILES TO GO

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licked his lips. He trailed a finger over the weeping slit and Max hissed as his balls pulled tight.

“I do love you,” Bo said when he finally looked away from Max’s cock. Before Max could reply, Bo dropped to his knees between Max’s thighs. He tugged off Max’s socks, which he hadn’t even realised he was wearing any more, and shoved Max’s legs further apart. Max opened his mouth to tell Bo he loved him, too, but Bo’s head dipped and the feel of a wet tongue lapping at Max’s balls turned his words into a loud moan.

Bo sucked a nut into his mouth as his hands slid under Max’s ass, cupping his cheeks.

Max panted and undulated as Bo worked both of Max’s balls into his mouth, his tongue swirling and prodding the furry orbs until Max cried out, “Please, Bo! God! I need…I need…something!”

Bo released his balls, stood up, and quickly removed his clothes. “Put your feet on the bed.” Bo lifted one of Max’s legs, bending it at the knee as Max followed suit with the other.

In no time Bo had him spread out, his heels pressing against his ass, and his ass almost hanging off the bed. Max felt wanton and embarrassed and so horny he thought he’d come if Bo even breathed on his dick.

Bo stood looking down at him, gripping the base of his cock, his hazel eyes burning a trail up Max’s body. When he spoke, his voice was raw and low. “Max, could you do something for me?”

“Anything,” Max answered, not having to give it a thought.

Bright spots sprouted on Bo’s cheeks and his confident look wavered for a moment. He shrugged and straightened his shoulders and Max found his admiration for his lover increasing as he watched the man find the determination to ask for what he wanted. “You don’t have to, but I’d love to see you play with your nipples while I suck your cock.” Bo shuddered and closed his eyes. “That’d be so fucking hot, knowing you were getting off on your hands and my mouth working your body.”

“Shit.” Max’s dick oozed pre-cum now. He wasn’t sure he could touch himself like that and not blow his load all over the damn place, especially not while Bo was sucking him in, but he’d try. Instead of answering, Max brought his hands to his belly and trailed his fingers up from below his naval, over his ribs and up to his chest. By the time he brushed over his nipples, Bo was whimpering and dropping to his knees. Max did some whimpering of his own as he plucked at his nipples. The feel of Bo’s tongue swiping at his balls, then lower still MILES TO GO

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to the sensitive patch of skin under them changed Max’s whimpers to moans. Bo suckled on that spot and Max had to grab his cock, pinching the base as hard as he could stand to keep from coming.

“Bo, please, I can’t hold back much longer,” Max pleaded.

“Then don’t. I promise I’ll get you hard again, work you right back up so you’re ready for me.”

Max wasn’t so sure about that but Bo’s mouth enveloping his shaft took the decision out of his hands. Bo sucked him all the way down until his lips nudged Max’s hand. He released his cock and groaned as the final inch sank into Bo’s mouth. A slick finger teased at Max’s hole, adding a delicious pressure to that aching entry just as Bo swallowed around Max’s dick. Max shouted as a wildfire roared through him. Bo’s finger sank inside Max’s ass and Max came in deep, wrenching spurts. Bo pulled back, swallowing Max’s spunk as his finger pumped in and out of Max’s hole.

Max yelped and his shoulders came up off the bed as Bo’s finger brushed over his gland. “Ohmyfuckinggod! Bo!” Max had never felt anything like that before. It was as if every nerve ending was supersensitised and swelling under an onslaught of ecstasy. His cock hadn’t even had the chance to fully soften, and as it slipped from Bo’s mouth, Bo rubbed at that spot deep inside Max again. Max clutched at the blanket as his head spun and his eyes rolled back.

Max panted and moaned as Bo went back to suckling at his balls. His legs fell open wider, and soon the tender skin on the insides of his thighs was licked and sucked. Max’s skin prickled and his thighs quivered as Bo sucked at one particularly sensitive spot. The scrape of teeth over it made Max’s eyes cross. There’d likely be a bruise there tomorrow. Max hoped so; he liked the idea of Bo marking him somewhere only the two of them would know.

Bo purred and nuzzled Max’s balls. “Love this, love the way you smell, the way you taste, the sounds you make, how your body responds just for me…”

Max’s body was responding, all right. He felt flushed from head to toe and his skin tingled and prickled with goose bumps. That finger working in and out of his opening was making him feel heated from the inside out, and every time Bo brushed over his gland, Max’s cock jerked and thumped his belly.

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“Look at you, giving yourself to me so beautifully. Nobody’s ever given me so much, Max, no one but you.”

Bo’s words were every bit as stimulating as his touch, and Max wanted to say