Ranch Manny - B.A. Tortuga Page 0,44
leaning to one side for a moment. A foil packet fell on the bed, and he heard lube pop open. Lord, Brent must buy stock in it to have a tube that big. “Are you sure? I don’t want to push.”
He looked back, then held Brent’s gaze. “I love a good, hard fuck. It’s been a while. I miss it.”
“Thank God.” Brent laughed, squirting out lube, then rubbing wet fingers against Trace’s hole.
He bent his knees, breathing deeply as he exposed himself, bared himself.
Brent gave him two slick fingers, the burn nearly too much. Trace squirmed, trying to get used to the invasion, and just when he thought he would cry uncle, his muscles let go a little, allowing the intrusion.
“Damn, baby. You’re tight, so friggin’ hot.”
The words burned into his soul, and he whimpered, spreading wider. He tucked one leg under him, forcing their bodies tighter together, his head resting on his fists.
Moving those fingers in and out, Brent opened him up, getting him so wet, so ready. His cock rubbed the comforter, which was too soft now. Not enough friction at all.
“I need you. Don’t stop.” That was clear enough, wasn’t it? “Feels so good.”
He arched and pushed against that touch.
Brent eased him over to his back, those fingers sliding out for the barest moment before gliding back in. “I do want to see your face, though.”
The gentle words flooded him with heat, drawing his balls up.
Brent buried those fingers back inside him, the other hand gripping his cock warmly. Not stroking. Just holding.
He licked his lips, and his hips began to roll, nice and easy, all on their own. Trace could learn to crave this man’s specific touch in a heartbeat.
Right now, though, he needed to feel it.
Those fingers worked him, the other hand starting to move, Brent rubbing up and down.
“Damn…so good.”
“Yeah. Hot as fire. I got to be in you soon, honey.”
“Please. I’m ready, cowboy.” He grabbed his knees and pulled hard, spreading his legs up and back.
Brent caught his gaze, then nodded, eyes burning bright. “Okay. Coming in.” Brent withdrew his fingers, then moved into place.
The world stilled for a second, as they waited for this, their first time. They stared right into each other, then Brent pushed forward, gliding into him.
He arched, hand pushing into Brent’s hair. It burned in the best possible way, the base of his spine aflame. “Yes.”
They rocked together, and he wrapped his legs up around Brent’s hips. Half of him wanted to close his eyes, focus on the stretch, but the rest of him needed to watch, to be there with Brent.
He wanted this man. Not anyone else. Not just to get off.
Fuck, he was losing his mind, but it felt so good that he went with it. In fact, it felt even better than good. It was freaking perfect. He tried his damnedest not to cry out, not to wake anyone up, because he didn’t want this to stop.
Brent stroked in and out, hips working like he was riding a horse. The look on the man’s face, though, that wasn’t casual. Brent was with him, all the way.
Those hands moved to his hips and stayed there, helping to hold him up. “Damn, baby. You’re burning up inside.”
He nodded. He was burning up, full stop. “Please, dammit.”
“I got you, Trace. We got this together.”
He nodded frantically. Together.
He reached down and started pumping his cock, dragging his thumb hard along the tip.
“Oh, I can feel that in your muscles. Jesus, Trace.”
“I like it hard.” He stroked again, groaning deep in his chest.
“Then hang on tight. We’re in for a ride.” Brent moved faster, slapping against him, banging into him.
He curled into it, shoulders lifting off the mattress. His hips hung in sort of constant suspension, so he was curled up like a U, just trying to get more. And Brent gave it, pounding into him, driving him wild.
They were sweating, grunting, both trying to hold it in, and he had a brief fantasy about someone else watching all the kids, and he and Brent going to a hotel. Someday.
Assuming this wasn’t a one off.
Brent grabbed his cock, jacking him hard. “Stay with me here, now.”
“I am.” He certainly was now. Jesus. That hand on him was beyond anything.
“Good. Fuck, you’re pretty, all caught up like this.”
“Oh.” The angle changed and Trace saw stars. “More.”
“Right there, hmm?”
He liked that. “Right there.”
Brent agreed, banging that spot over and over, threatening to drive him over the goddamn moon.
He moaned, his head back,