Right Move (Clean Slate Ranch #6) - A.M. Arthur Page 0,76
women in charge demonstrate some of their rehabilitation methods with a horse named Wicket, who would be able to join the Clean Slate Ranch stable soon.
George had never given a lot of thought to horses before now, and he spent a few minutes chatting with the handlers. He could almost see himself doing work like this. Undoing the damage of cruel owners. Giving these beautiful animals a second chance at life.
Kind of how George was finally getting his second chance.
That night he was too nervous about other guests hearing them to do more than kiss Levi for a long time. He went to bed with a woody but it was worth it.
Thursday afternoon, Levi texted ahead to Wes that he’d be at the cabin to feed the cats, and they spent a long time naked in Levi’s bed. “Can I touch you?” George asked between luxurious kisses and thrusts of their hips.
“You can touch any part of me you want. Please.”
George shifted sideways and studied Levi’s erection. For all the porn he’d watched in his lifetime, this was his first experience with another guy’s dick. He loved the size and shape of Levi’s, and he clasped the root, unsure but curious. It was somehow both hard and velvety soft. George slowly stroked up and down his length, loving the way Levi’s foreskin moved. Levi’s breathing deepened, and George understood what sort of power he had right now. He literally held Levi’s orgasm in the palm of his hand, and it was an intense thing to realize.
“Tell me what you want,” George said, surprising himself with his commanding tone.
Levi moaned. “Whatever you want to give me. Anything, George.”
He wanted to make Levi come with his hand, so George did exactly that, twisting his wrist in an unpracticed way. Using his free hand to massage Levi’s balls, until Levi came over George’s fist and his own stomach. The way Levi gasped for air and his entire body shook was almost too much for George, but he held off on touching himself.
“Wow,” Levi said. “Thank you for that gift.”
“You are very welcome.” Emboldened in a new way—and intensely curious—George did something brand new to him. He leaned down and licked a bit of come off Levi’s abs. The salty, slightly bitter taste fascinated him. He tried more, licking Levi clean before concentrating on his own hand.
Levi watched him with wide, lusty eyes. “I love watching your confidence grow. To see you testing boundaries and trying new things.”
“It’s easier to let go when I know I’m safe.” George stretched out next to Levi and rested his head on Levi’s shoulder. “You make me feel safe to explore my sexuality. And just be me. No front.”
“Do you put up a front for others?”
“Usually. Before this summer, I hardly saw anyone who wasn’t Orry, and I was really uncomfortable the first few times we ate downstairs with Derrick, Slater, Dez and Morgan. And when we came for July 4th, I faked it because I could see how much fun Orry was having when all I wanted to do was go hide in the car.” He traced circles on Levi’s pecs. “I don’t know why it’s so easy to put my guard down with you.”
“I think maybe you do.” Levi tilted George’s chin up and kissed him. “But it’s new and scary and hard to admit.”
George was smart enough to know what Levi wasn’t saying: George was attracted to Levi and had strong feelings for the older man. Feelings couched in more than just being the first person to shine direct—and positive—attention on him in years. “All of the above,” George finally said.
“Same here. You also haven’t gotten off yet, young man. Tell me what you want.”
George’s use of the same words had come across like a command; Levi’s came across more like a reverent question. His courage grew in the face of that question, and George’s cheeks burned when he spoke. “Use your mouth.”
Levi let out that familiar growl an instant before he began a quest to kiss and lick every part of George’s body. Well, every front part, from his throat to his nipples, and further down to dip into his navel. George writhed and laughed and enjoyed the exploration, trusting Levi implicitly. They’d connected on a level George didn’t understand and was incapable of unboxing when his body was soaring with unbridled pleasure and joy.
Levi’s chin bumped his erection, and George cried out from the jolt of stimulation.