Page 14 of Dust and Desire (Sagebrush Cowboys #5)

“Can I touch you?” I asked when we broke apart, both breathing hard.

“Darlin’, you can do whatever you want with me,” he drawled, his voice thick with lust.

With shaking hands, I reached between us, wrapping my fingers around his cock. The weight of him in my palm felt right in a way nothing ever had before. The metal barbell pressed against my fingers as I stroked him experimentally, watching his face for reactions.

His eyes fluttered closed, lips parting on a soft groan. “Just like that,” he encouraged.

Emboldened, I tightened my grip, finding a rhythm that made his breath hitch. The knowledge that I was pleasuring him, that I was making this gorgeous man moan with delight, sent a thrill through me unlike anything I’d ever experienced .

“I want to taste you,” I whispered, surprised by my own boldness.

Alex’s eyes flew open, dark and hungry. “Are you sure?”

I nodded, suddenly desperate to know what he felt like in my mouth, to feel that piercing against my tongue. “Show me how.”

With a groan, Alex rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I found myself straddling his thighs, his cock standing proudly between us. Up close, it was even more beautiful, thick and flushed, the head glistening with pre-cum.

“Take your time,” he said softly, one hand coming up to cup my cheek. “No rush. Just do what you think you would enjoy.”

I lowered myself between his legs, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst from my chest. This was it. The moment I’d fantasized about for longer than I cared to admit. I leaned forward, giving the head an experimental lick.

The taste was salty and musky, distinctly male, and I found myself craving more immediately. I wrapped my lips around the tip, feeling the metal barbell press against my tongue as I took him deeper.

“Oh fuck,” Alex groaned, his hand gently cupping the back of my head. “That’s it, beautiful. You’re doing so good.”

His praise washed over me, spurring me on. I took him deeper, trying to mimic what he’d done to me, swirling my tongue around the head, pressing it against that sensitive spot where the piercing sat.

“Fuck,” he panted, grabbing a fistful of my hair and forcing me down on his cock.

I gagged and pulled back, my eyes watering. Glancing up I saw Alex, a horrified look on his face.

“I’m so sorry!” he cried, pulling his hands away. “I… It was a reflex, I didn’t mean to?—”

“Don’t,” I said, cutting him off. With a boldness I didn’t know I possessed, I grabbed his hand and placed it back on my head, lowering myself to his cock once more. “I don’t want you to be gentle. I… I like it when you’re in control.”

The worry fell away from his expression, replaced immediately by burning lust. “Oh fuck…” he groaned, forcing me downward. “You don’t know what kind of monster you just woke up.”

The grip in my hair tightened as Alex guided me down his length, controlling the pace.

The sensation of being held, of having him take charge, sent a bolt of electricity straight to my already aching cock.

I’d never known I wanted this kind of dominance, but feeling his strength, his control, was intoxicating.

“That’s it,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “Take what I give you.”

I moaned around his cock, the vibration making him curse under his breath.

The metal barbell dragged against my tongue as he pulled me up and pushed me back down, setting a rhythm that had me dizzy with want.

Drool escaped the corners of my mouth, but I didn’t care.

Nothing mattered except the taste of him, the weight of him on my tongue, the way he was using my mouth.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his free hand tilting my chin up.

I met his gaze, my eyes watering from the effort of taking him so deep. The look on his face, pure hunger mixed with something tender, made my heart race even faster.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “You look so good taking my cock.”

He pulled me off him with a wet pop, both of us breathing hard.

Before I could protest the loss, he grabbed me under the arms and pulled me to the edge of the bed, so my head was hanging off the mattress.

Hopping off the bed, he placed himself so he was standing over me, his cock resting against my chin.

He grabbed my bottom jaw, forcing my mouth open.

“I’m going to fuck your face,” he stated, leaving no room for argument. “And you’re going to cum for me.”

“Yes,” I gasped, the word barely audible as my heart hammered against my ribs .

Alex stroked his cock once, twice, then guided it to my open mouth.

The position was awkward, my head tilted back, but when he slid inside, I understood immediately why he’d arranged us this way.

His cock slipped deeper than before, the angle allowing him to reach the back of my throat without resistance as his balls rested gently against my nose.

“Relax,” he murmured, his hands cradling my face. “Breathe through your nose.”

I did as instructed, focusing on my breathing as he began to thrust. Slowly at first, letting me adjust, then with increasing force. The metal of his piercing dragged along the roof of my mouth with each stroke, sending shivers through my entire body.

One of his hands left my face to wrap around my neglected cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was overwhelming. The way his thickness filled my mouth while his calloused palm worked my shaft with practiced ease drove me insane.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his rhythm faltering slightly as he watched me. “God, you’re natural fucking cocksucker.”

Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, not from discomfort but from the intensity of it all. I’d never felt so completely consumed, so utterly possessed by another person. My hands clutched at his thighs, feeling the muscles flex with each thrust.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded, releasing my cock. “I want to see you make yourself cum while I fuck your mouth.”

I obeyed without hesitation, wrapping my fingers around myself, matching the pace he set. The familiar pressure built at the base of my spine, a tightening coil ready to spring.

Alex’s thrusts became more erratic, his breathing harsh. “Fuck, Dustin, I’m close,” he warned, his fingers tightening in my hair. “So fucking close.”

The words sent me over the edge. My orgasm ripped through me with unexpected force, my cock pulsing as hot streams of cum painted my stomach and chest. I moaned around his thickness, the vibrations sending him spiraling after me.

“Oh God,” he cried out, pulling out just in time to spill across my face and neck.

The warm splashes against my skin should have been shocking, maybe even uncomfortable, but instead I found myself arching into it, craving the primal marking. Alex’s face above me was a vision of ecstasy, his eyes half-closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed with pleasure.

Then I was licking him, taking him back into my mouth to taste his sweet cum. I cleaned his cock with my tongue and kept sucking. Alex let out a few shuddering breaths until the sensation became too much for him and he pulled his dick out of my mouth with a loud pop.

“T-Too sensitive…” he gasped. Instead, he leaned forward, resting his balls against my lips so I had something to suck on until I could gain control of myself once more.

For several heartbeats, we stayed like that, both panting, both trembling from the force of our release. Finally, I let him go and he took a seat beside me on the mattress. Only then did Alex’s expression soften, a look of tender concern replacing the fierce desire.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his thumb gently wiping a streak of cum from my cheek.

I nodded, unable to form words yet. My throat felt raw, my lips swollen, but the satisfaction humming through me made me forget all of that. Instead, I reached up, grabbing his hand and guiding his thumb to my mouth where I licked it clean. Fuck he tasted good.

“I think I’m better than I’ve ever been in my whole life…”

And for once, I meant it.