Ranch Manny - B.A. Tortuga Page 0,49

Brent came in, shirtless and bootless, his hands on his jeans. The belt with its big buckle was open, which was so damn sexy.

“Hey…” He licked his lips, eyes on that pretty belly and the trail to glory. Lord, that was fine, sort of a blondish brown, a little darker than even the chest hair.

“Mmm. I like that look, honey. It means good things.” Brent shoved out of the jeans and socks, completely bare in front of him.

“Come in the water? I want to suck you.”

“Fuck yes.” That cock bounced, firming up nice and fast. Brent stepped into the shower, hand held out to him to help him balance.

He slid down Brent’s body, letting himself lick and suck all the way until he opened up and took the tip of Brent’s prick in.

“Oh God. Trace. Honey. So hot.”

He glanced up, catching a glimpse of the amazement on Brent’s face before the water got in his eyes. So he closed them and focused on the rhythm, the steady up and down intended to bring Brent over the moon.

Those heavy balls filled his palm when he pushed up beneath them, and he could hear Brent breathing over the rush of water.

He reached up with his free hand, bringing Brent’s fingers to his head. Brent’s cock bobbed on his tongue, swelling and spreading his lips more. “Damn, baby.”

That made Trace go even deeper, go down as far as he could with the angle.

Brent started moving his head, easing him in a little slower.

Trace loved that, how Brent was willing to tell him what felt best, what he liked. He rolled Brent’s balls, tugging them down in their sac.

“Damn. Damn. I love that, baby. I do. Keep touching me.” Brent spread wider, showing off his strong legs, a ropy scar running along the inside of one thigh.

He kept on touching and pulling, swallowing every time he took Brent in deep. He could do this as long as the hot water lasted, at least, but Brent tugged at his hair a minute or two later.

“Come up here, baby. I want to feel you against me.”

He looked up into Brent’s eyes, then dragged up along the strong, stocky body. “It felt okay?”

“Okay? Christ, baby. You’re amazing. I just want you to have fun too.” Brent put one hand on his back, the other moving to grab his cock.

Trace’s lips popped open, electricity climbing up his spine.

“That’s it. Oh, you’re so pretty. I love how you react to my touch.”

“I still feel you inside me. You filled me up, so right.” He knew what to say too.

“Oh hell yes. You liked that, huh?” The hand on his back trailed down his ass, fingers brushing against his crease.

Trace spread like the needy bastard he was. “I did. I remembered how much I liked it every time I moved.”

“Good. I want you to feel me all day.” One finger pushed all the way into him. It scraped in, the sensation like scratching a deep, deep itch. Goddamn.

He went up on tiptoes, his belly pulling in. “Uhn.”

“Beautiful man.” Brent kissed him, tongue fucking his lips like that finger worked his ass.

He rocked, moving between finger and tongue, his entire world soaring. This was him. And Brent. A cowboy, for heaven’s sake.

No one would believe it. He didn’t even care.

All he cared about was this, right here. Brent, their bodies together, the sting of the water.

The way Brent’s finger dragged against his hole, stretching him.

He blinked water out of his eyes, wanting to beg for more, but he wasn’t sure if Brent was going to be rushed. There was something wickedly hot about that. Brent was implacable, giving him that one, slow touch no matter how Trace wiggled, begged.

God, Brent was fixin’ to drive him wild. He turned, offering Brent his ass, letting Brent see his need.

“Hot little hole. Just waiting for me. We don’t have rubbers in here, baby.”

“Dammit.” Shame, because he could take it hard like this.

“I know. I’ll be more prepared next time, I promise.” Two fingers slid into him, and that was almost good enough, the burn making him cry out.

He arched back, riding hard, driving back toward that touch.

“You look like fantasy porn. Not like real porn, but like what you think it would look like as a teenager.”

“You make me need, man. You light me up down to the bone.”

“I want that.” Brent laughed, the sound strained. “I want you to want that enough to stick around. For me.”

“Not going anywhere.” He was making them