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Page 15 of Captivated (Salvation #3)

Chapter Fourteen

Sol opened his eyes and stretched. Dawn hadn’t made an appearance yet, but he knew it wouldn’t be long before Butch woke up, his hair tousled, eyes half-open, looking adorable as fuck, not that Sol would ever say that word out loud to him.

Butch would probably protest that real cowboys are never adorable.

He took advantage of the quiet to replay his meeting with Nate. The guy had been as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

That line about me not being like the others. Sol would bet anything the others were people like himself. Therapists. Counselors.

Why did I make you nervous, Nate?

Speculating with nothing to go on was a futile occupation. Besides, there was a gorgeous man lying next to him, his bare shoulders begging to be kissed.

Sol smiled to himself. And a tight hole begging to be fucked.

Morning sex with Butch was one of Sol’s favorite ways to spend time.

Hell, it was one of life’s simple pleasures, like good coffee.

And it didn’t have to be Olympic-level acrobatics.

Sometimes it was nothing but a lazy, half-asleep grind.

Then there was mutual morning wood appreciation.

Butch had grown into an amazing cock sucker.

Sol had something different in mind.

He rolled onto his side, tugged his pillow into the center, then slid his arm across Butch’s waist. Butch stirred a little, and without opening his eyes, he covered Sol’s hand with his own. Sol pressed his lips to Butch’s shoulder, and Butch turned, lying on his back.

“Mornin’.”

Sol leaned over and kissed him, loving the soft moan that escaped him. Sol chuckled. “You know, two years ago, you’d have been running for the bathroom to rinse and gargle before you let me within two feet of your lips.”

Butch cackled. “And now I just go with the flow? I guess love is stronger than last night’s dinner—unless it’s Matt’s curry.

I might draw a line at that.” He wrinkled his nose.

“’Cause we’re talkin’ dragon breath.” He rolled onto his side, facing Sol, and the kissing resumed, slow, tender, ‘not a care in the world’ kisses.

Food for his soul.

“The bathroom’s not such a bad idea,” Sol mused.

Butch pulled back a little, his brow furrowed. Then he widened his eyes, threw back the sheet that covered him, and made a naked dash toward the bathroom. Sol gave a wry chuckle.

That woke him up real fast.

He reached into the nightstand and removed the lube. It wasn’t long before the sound of running water died, and Butch was back in Sol’s arms.

“Now, where were we?” Butch slid his hand down Sol’s torso to where his cock lay, thick and heavy.

He gave it a couple of gentle tugs while they kissed, Sol trailing his fingers over Butch’s hair, his shoulder, his back.

He couldn’t stop touching Butch, reveling in the feel of him, the smell of him, the sounds he made when Sol teased his nipples, when he stroked Butch’s bearded jaw before moving to his neck.

Butch kicked off the sheet, hooked his thigh over Sol’s, and settled into a rhythm, sliding his hand up and down Sol’s shaft.

“That’s something else that’s changed,” Sol murmured between kisses.

“Hmm?”

“You used to wear shorts or boxers in bed.”

Butch gave a lazy smile. “Why bother? I’d only have to take ’em off.” He claimed Sol’s mouth, lips parted, their tongues dueling, and all the while that leisurely motion on Sol’s dick was ramping up his need.

“Isn’t it time for you to be up an’ at ’em?” Sol said with a grin.

In response, Butch got onto all fours at his side, leaned over, and took the head of Sol’s cock into his mouth. Sol stuffed a pillow under his head, stroked Butch’s hair, and enjoyed the sight, his breath catching when Butch swallowed him to the root.

“Fuck, you’re good at that,” he gasped.

Butch’s twinkling eyes met his. He pulled free. “I had a good teacher.” Then he went back to his erotic task. The feel of Butch’s lips on his shaft, the way he kissed it before enclosing the head in wet warmth, the drag of his tongue over Sol’s sac…

Bliss.

They spent a while fondling each other’s cocks, their kisses constant, their bodies moving together on a slow tide of arousal, until Sol couldn’t resist the siren call of Butch’s hole a moment longer.

He rolled Butch’s ass up off the mattress, stuffed a pillow under it, then licked a path over Butch’s pucker.

Butch moaned as Sol worked his hole with his tongue, spreading his ass cheeks to give him better access.

“An’ you’re good at that,” Butch said with a groan. Sol chuckled, his face buried in Butch’s crack, eliciting a shiver. “That tickles.” He stroked Sol’s bald head. “How do you want me?”

Sol patted Butch’s ass. “On your side.”

Butch complied, and Sol bent over to kiss him. Butch chuckled. “Still feels wicked as fuck when you kiss me like that, knowin’ where your mouth has just been.”

Sol laughed. “I don’t hear you saying ‘no no no.’” He pushed Butch’s right thigh toward the headboard, then grabbed the lube. He slicked up his dick. “Fingers first? Or do I just?—”

“Put it in me,” Butch growled. He twisted to look Sol in the eye. “I need you inside me.”

Sol took a second to marvel at the sexually confident man Butch had evolved into before lying on his side and guiding the head of his cock to Butch’s crease. Sol eased into him, loving how Butch’s low cries multiplied as he slid deeper.

At last he was all the way in, and Butch had both legs bent.

Sol wrapped his arm around his man and Butch turned his head for the kisses they both knew were coming.

He rocked into Butch’s body, an unhurried motion that wouldn’t last long, given the time.

Sol gripped Butch’s thigh, and Butch covered his hand.

“You can go faster,” he remonstrated.

Sol nodded, quickening the pace, and moans tumbled from Butch’s lips. Sol shuddered. “You always feel so damn good. So tight around my cock.”

“I wanna sit on it,” Butch told him.

Sol flipped onto his back, and Butch straddled his hips.

Butch bent over, their foreheads touching, and they kissed while he rocked back and forth, Sol’s dick sliding between his cheeks.

They didn’t cease kissing as Butch met Sol’s thrusts, moving in harmony, Sol’s hands on Butch’s hips, his waist, his asscheeks.

He lay still for a while as Butch propped himself up, his palms flat to the mattress, and fucked himself on Sol’s cock, rocking faster, his breathing rapid.

“Sit up,” Sol demanded. Butch straightened, and Sol grabbed hold of Butch’s ass and began to thrust up into him, jackhammering, hips rolling as he filled Butch over and over again.

“Aw fuck,” Butch moaned. “Love it when you do that.”

He cupped Butch’s jaw. “Turn around.” Butch blinked, and Sol kissed him. “I want you to watch yourself come in the mirror.”

The catch in Butch’s breathing spoke volumes.

He lifted himself off Sol’s dick and turned to face the foot of the bed. Sol had placed a mirror on the wall not long after they’d moved into the cabin, and watching their reflections as they made love was at the top of Sol’s list.

His next move was a mirror on the ceiling, but he had an idea Butch might balk at that.

Butch sat astride him and guided Sol’s dick back to his hole. He sank down with a groan, then leaned back, his body rising and falling slowly.

Sol placed his hands on Butch’s waist. “Can you see how fucking beautiful you are? This is what I get to see every time I’m inside you.”

See how amazing you look getting fucked.

Butch stared at his reflection. His chest was flushed, his neck and face too, the light catching on the sheen of sweat covering him.

“Play with your dick.”

He leaned on one hand and wrapped the other around his solid as fuck cock, tugging on it as he impaled himself on Sol’s shaft, watching the way his body undulated as he rode it. He shivered when Sol reached up to tease his nipple, and he tugged harder, speeding up his movements.

“Are you watching?”

Butch managed a throaty chuckle. “Can’t really miss me. That mirror’s huge.”

“This is why I bought it.”

There was something illicit about seeing himself with Sol’s cock sliding in and out of him, that sent a wicked thrill through him.

The thought that followed was even more wicked, and he blurted it before he had the chance to change his mind.

“You ever thought about recording us?” His heart pounded.

“On my phone?”

“Yeah.” He paused. “I… I wanna see your cock in my hole.”

Sol stroked his back. “I am so fucking proud of you.” His voice sounded kinda tight.

“Why?”

“Because you’ve come a long way in two years. And yes, I’ll record us. How about we make a sex tape, just for us? You’d get to see my shaft driving into your ass, my tongue in your hole… my dick pulsing cum into you.”

Holy fuck .

Butch quickened his hand, reaching up to tweak his nipple, rocking harder, Sol’s fingers digging into his sides.

A moment later, warmth coated his hand, and he shuddered, letting out a low moan of pleasure.

When his heartbeat resumed its usual rhythm, Sol began to move once more, tilting his hips to slide his dick in and out, picking up speed.

Butch did his best to do what Sol had taught him.

He tightened his body around Sol’s shaft, and was rewarded with Sol’s groan.

“Good boy.”

Those words lit him up inside, just like they always did. Butch did it again, and again, unable to suppress his cry when Sol’s cock throbbed inside him.

At last Sol stopped moving, his dick wedged in Butch’s hole. “I think you liked that idea.”

Butch eased himself off Sol’s cock and flopped onto the mattress beside him. They lay entwined, kissing and touching, both of them sticky with cum. Butch buried his face in Sol’s neck.

“Did you mean that? About bein’ proud of me?”

Sol tilted Butch’s chin with his fingers. “You don’t accept praise easily, do you?”

“The boss tells me when I do a good job, and I’m okay with that. But as for what we do in here… that’s kinda new. I mean, no one ever told me I was good in bed before.”

Sol smiled. “Then you were with the wrong partners.” He kissed Butch’s forehead.

“You’ve gone from being someone who couldn’t even acknowledge he was bi, who buried his feelings, to a man who knows what he likes, what he wants, and asks for it—with no shame.

” Another kiss to Butch’s forehead. “A man who is okay with asking his partner to cuff him to the bed now and then. A man who will wear a cock cage simply because he knows the pleasure at the end will be worth it, but he also does it because it makes his partner happy.” Sol pulled Butch against him, his body damp.

“You’re an unselfish, generous, awesome man, Butch Buchanan, and I love you. ”

Butch’s throat tightened. “Love you too.”

There were times when he found it difficult to remember the Butch he’d been before Sol showed up at Salvation. Truth be told, he didn’t want to remember.

That Butch had been a tortured soul.

But the past two years felt like a dream. He was happy.

He was loved.

Butch gazed at Sol. “About that sex tape…”

Sol laughed. “That’s something to discuss at a later date. Because if you don’t haul your ass out of this bed and get over to the bunkhouse, Teague will tear you a new one.”

He chuckled. “We really gotta get him laid. Teague needs to mellow the fuck out.” Lately, the foreman had been irritable, which wasn’t like him. It had crossed Butch’s mind that given their history, he could approach Teague and ask if he wanted to talk about anything.

Then he’d decided against it.

If Teague needs help, he’ll ask for it.

He hoped.