Page 13 of Dust and Desire (Sagebrush Cowboys #5)

Dustin

I felt as if my boots hadn’t touched the ground for the past half hour.

Alex had kissed me… actually kissed me. It was my first from another man and I wasn’t sure I’d ever recover.

My cock had been rock hard in my jeans since his lips had touched mine.

I was glad it was dark because I didn’t want him to see my raging hard-on or the wet spot forming at the tip of my dick.

We walked back to my cabin in comfortable silence, the tension between us crackling like electricity in the night air.

Every few steps, our hands would brush, sending jolts of awareness through my entire body.

I was hyper-attuned to everything, the way Alex’s boots crunched on the gravel, the masculine scent of his cologne mixed with hay and leather, the heat radiating from his body in the cool evening air.

When we reached my porch, I fumbled with the keys, my hands shaking slightly. The simple act of unlocking my door felt monumental, like I was opening more than just the entrance to my cabin. Not that I needed to lock it, but old city habits died hard.

“I should probably head back,” Alex said softly, but he made no move to leave. Instead, he stood close behind me, so close I could feel his breath on the back of my neck.

I turned around, key still clutched in my hand, and found myself trapped between the door and his body. My heart hammered so hard I was sure he could hear it.

“Don’t,” I whispered, the word escaping before I could stop it. “Don’t go.”

Something flashed in his brown eyes. Was it surprise? Desire? Maybe both? “Dustin...”

“I know what I’m asking,” I said, my voice barely audible. “I know I’m not ready for everything, but I... I don’t want you to go home.”

He reached up, cupping my face with both hands, his thumbs brushing across my cheekbones. “Are you sure? Because I’m not sure I can resist you once you let me in.”

“I’m sure,” I breathed, though my whole body was trembling.

I turned and unlocked the door, pulling him inside with me.

The moment it closed behind us, Alex pressed me back against it, his body flush against mine.

I could feel every inch of him, the solid wall of his chest, the strength in his arms, and God help me, the hard length of his erection pressing against my hip.

“You’re shakin’,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.

“I’m nervous,” I admitted, my hands fisting in his shirt.

“We can stop anytime,” he said, pulling back to look at me. “Just say the word.”

Instead of answering, I kissed him. This time there was nothing gentle about it. All the want and need I’d been suppressing for months poured out of me. I kissed him like I was drowning and he was air, desperate and hungry and completely overwhelmed by the sensations flooding through me.

Alex groaned against my mouth, his hands sliding down to grip my hips, pulling me harder against him. The friction made me gasp, breaking the kiss, and he took advantage, trailing his lips down my throat .

“Fuck,” I breathed, my head falling back against the door. “Alex...”

“Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Tell me what you need.”

“I don’t know,” I panted. “I’ve never done this before. Just… Just touch me.”

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his brown eyes dark with want. “I’m going to take care of you,” he promised, his hands moving to the hem of my t-shirt. “Can you trust me?”

I nodded, unable to form words as he slowly lifted my shirt over my head. The cool air hit my chest, making me shiver, but Alex’s warm hands were there immediately, palms flat against my skin, mapping the planes of my torso with reverent touches.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, and I felt heat flood my cheeks at the compliment. No one had ever called me beautiful before. Handsome, maybe, but never beautiful.

His fingers traced the line of hair that led from my chest down to the waistband of my jeans, and I sucked in a sharp breath. My cock was straining against the denim, so hard it was almost painful.

“Can I?” he asked, his fingers hovering at my belt buckle.

I nodded frantically, beyond speech. He made quick work of my belt and the button of my jeans, then slowly, torturously, pulled down the zipper. The sound seemed impossibly loud in the quiet cabin.

When he pushed my jeans down over my hips, I nearly sobbed with relief. My cock sprang free, already leaking and desperate for attention. Alex’s eyes darkened even further as he took in the sight of me, dick to the wind and wanting.

“Goddamn,” he breathed, wrapping his hand around me.

The sensation of another man’s hand on my cock for the first time made my knees buckle. I would have fallen if Alex hadn’t been holding me up, his free arm wrapped around my waist.

“Easy,” he soothed, his thumb swiping across the head of my dick, spreading the pre-cum there. “I’ve got you. ”

I bit my lip to stifle a moan, but it escaped anyway, raw and needy. Alex’s touch was everything I’d imagined and more… firm but gentle, and confident in a way that made me realize just how much I’d been missing.

“Where?” I managed to gasp out.

“Let’s go to your bed,” he grinned, pulling me toward the back of the cabin.

He released me long enough for me to kick off my boots and my jeans completely, then swept me up in his arms like I weighed nothing. The display of strength made my cock twitch, and I buried my face in his neck, breathing in his scent.

He laid me down on my bed with surprising gentleness, then stepped back to strip off his own clothes.

I watched, mesmerized, as he revealed inch after inch of tanned, muscled skin.

He pulled off his hat first, setting reverently on the side table.

His cowboy boots went next, with a little less care.

Flannel and denim were stripped quickly.

And when he finally pushed down his jeans and boxers, freeing his own impressive erection, I actually whimpered.

“My god…” I whispered, reaching for him. “You’re perfect.”

He smiled down at me, taking a step forward so his cock slotted into my palm perfectly.

I stared at his length, feeling the heat against my skin as he pulsed in my hand.

He was thicker than me, but not quite a long, with a big vein down the top of his shaft.

However, he had something I wasn’t expecting.

“Oh my god…” I whispered, feeling the warm metal barbel on the underside of his cockhead. I’d heard of a frenum piercing before, but I’d never actually seen one. “Didn’t that hurt?”

“Like a motherfucker,” Alex grinned down at me. “But now it’s so sensitive…” He ground his cock against my palm, letting out a small groan. “And the boys love it.”

My hand trembled as I explored the piercing, mesmerized by the way Alex’s breath hitched when I ran my thumb over the metal. The thought of that bar sliding inside me sent a rush of heat through my entire body .

“Does it feel good?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Like… inside?”

“So good,” he groaned, his eyes half-lidded as he watched me touch him. “But we don’t have to go that far tonight, so don’t worry.”

With that, he joined me on the bed, his weight dipping the mattress as he moved over me.

The feeling of his naked body against mine was overwhelming.

All that warm skin, the roughness of his chest hair against my smoother torso, and the press of his cock alongside mine…

it was incredible. I’d fantasized about this moment for so long, but nothing had prepared me for the reality.

“Alex,” I gasped as he began kissing down my neck, my collarbone, my chest. Each press of his lips left a trail of fire in its wake.

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” he murmured against my skin. “Those blue eyes of yours... they haunt me.”

His mouth found my nipple, and I arched off the bed with a strangled cry. I’d never known they could be so sensitive, but under Alex’s skilled tongue, my entire body lit up with pleasure.

“Oh god,” I panted, threading my fingers through his short hair, holding him against me. “Please don’t stop.”

He chuckled, the vibration sending another jolt through me. “Wasn’t planning on it, beautiful.”

He worked his way lower, kissing down my stomach, his tongue dipping into my navel, following the trail of dark hair that led to my aching cock. When he finally reached it, he looked up at me from beneath his lashes, his eyes asking a silent question.

“Yes,” I breathed, not caring how desperate I sounded. “God yes, Alex.”

The first touch of his tongue against my shaft nearly undid me completely. I fisted the sheets, fighting for control as he licked a long, slow stripe from base to tip. When he took me into his mouth, the wet heat enveloping me, I had to bite my lip to keep from cumming on the spot.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my hips bucking involuntarily.

Alex took me deeper, his hand wrapping around what wouldn’t fit in his mouth.

The dual sensation of his lips and fingers working in tandem was exquisite torture.

I’d received blowjobs before, but this was different.

Alex knew exactly what another man would want, exactly how to twist his wrist and flatten his tongue to drive me wild.

That was something that the women I’d known just never got right.

I felt the familiar tightening in my balls far too soon. “Alex, wait—I’m going to?—”

He pulled off with an obscene pop, his lips red and swollen. “Anything you say,” he smiled. “I am at your command.”

I couldn’t help but laugh despite my trembling body and the desperate need coursing through me. “I don’t think I’m in any position to be commanding anyone right now.”

“Then let me take care of you,” Alex whispered, crawling back up my body to capture my lips in a searing kiss.

The taste of myself on his tongue was intoxicating in a way I hadn’t expected. I moaned into his mouth, my hands exploring the broad expanse of his back, feeling the muscles shift beneath my fingertips.