Page 18 of Saddle Studs (Rainbow Ranch #3)

SAM

There was nothing in the world that would make me push Benny away in this moment.

I was done running. Finished denying myself the truth. I had thrown so much dirt on this piece of myself, trying to bury it alive. But I was finally, finally able to suck in my first deep, rattling breath, sweet as heaven.

That’s how I felt being out here underneath the open sky, Benny’s hand between my legs and the taste of his kiss still on my lips. It was freeing. And I wanted more of it.

I wanted it all tonight.

“And I don’t want this to stop,” I said, leaning in for another kiss. My cock pushed against Benny’s palm. “This feeling. Am I ready to march on a pride parade? I’m not sure. But am I ready to march behind you to your bedroom and play with you all night? Abso-fucking-lutely.”

Benny’s face flashed with relief. I hadn’t even realized how tense he’d been getting. A thorn of sorrow pricked at my heart. It was my fault he was so damn anxious, considering the way I reacted the very first time we kissed.

I had to make it up to him. And it started tonight.

“To the bedroom then?”

“I’ll follow you, cowboy.”

He leaned in again, kissing me with years of pent-up want behind it. I matched his energy, our tongues lashing together. He nipped at my bottom lip. His teeth applied firm, delicious pressure. I tilted back and groaned out into the night.

Yeah. We had to get inside and behind closed doors soon. “Alright, let’s go, I feel like I was turning into a cock-hungry werewolf.”

“That’d be a show I’d watch. Someone has to suck a dick every night to keep their transformations from taking control.”

I snorted, amazed at how comfortable and turned on I felt, both at the same time.

“Hurry, then,” I said, twitching my head to the left.

“I’m starting to… starting to… want… coooock .

” I said it in a low howl, pushing forward and gently dropping us onto the grass where we laughed and kissed and rubbed some more before we untangled and got back to our feet.

Thankfully the walk to Benny’s room was quick and sibling-free. There were no awkward excuses to make or pleasantries to put on. We just power walked our horny little asses directly into Benny’s bedroom, where he shut the door and we were back on each other in seconds.

Benny stumbled backward toward the bed, neither of us wanting to break the kiss.

I frantically tugged at his shirt, wanting to get him completely naked as quickly as possible.

He appeared to have the same goal for me because his fingers were deftly working the zipper of my jeans.

I wasn’t joking about the fact that I leaked quite a bit.

It was never really something the people I dated said they found attractive, and on a couple different occasions, their reactions had even made me slightly self-conscious about it.

But the way Benny’s eyes clouded over with lust when he saw the stain… fuck.

I dropped my jeans to the floor. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, which Benny appeared to appreciate.

“Hold on,” he said, hurrying over to the nightstand.

He was shirtless, in just a pair of tighty-whities, the fabric straining to contain his dick.

“What kind of music do you want to listen to?”

I got onto the bed, spreading my legs, enjoying the soft embrace of the plush navy blue comforter.

There were four gold trophies standing tall next to an ancient television set.

It was the same TV he’d gotten back in high school.

Shit, did that thing even get any color or was it still in black and white?

“I’m good with whatever you’re good with. ”

Benny shot me a look before turning on the speaker. He palmed himself with one hand and worked his phone with the other. “An NPR podcast on the migratory habits of yellow-crested Alaskan finches it is.”

“Right, like the one terrified of birds would be listening to that.”

Benny laughed as a mindless pop song filled the room.

Good. That would hide any uncontrolled moans that would give us away.

“You remembered my fear,” Benny said as he got onto the bed with a smile.

As if I’d forget anything about you.

He straddled my lap and rubbed at my chest, squeezing my nipples. My toes curled and I rut myself against him, relishing the weight. Benny’s firm, muscular body on top of mine—that was a vision worth tattooing. My cock throbbed up against his ass.

“Mm-hmm,” Benny said, leaning down and kissing me. He scooted himself backward so that both our cocks rubbed together. I almost came from how good that felt. “You’re so hard,” Benny whispered into my ear before sucking on my earlobe.

“It feels so good having you against me like this. I could lay here forever.”

“Me too.” Benny pushed back up. “But you know what’s even better? This.” He grabbed both of our hard lengths and stroked. I bit my bottom lip to try and stop myself from moaning.

“Holy shit that feels good,” I said, putting my hands behind my head and watching as Benny worked us both.

He spit in his hand and brought it back down.

The extra lubrication made the new sensation feel even more electric.

I laid back and let Benny jerk us off. He gave these little chesty groans that were clearly trying to be controlled, but the more he stroked, the louder he got.

“God, Sam, this is so fucking hot. You don’t know how long I’ve been dreaming about doing this.”

“I think I’ve got an idea,” I said. I was surprised at my ability to still put functioning sentences together. “I wish it hadn’t taken me so long—oh fuck, that feels good—so long to let it happen.”

“Better late than never,” Benny said. “Speaking of, there’s something else I’ve been meaning to do.

” Benny licked his lips. He pushed back so that he laid down, his feet dangling off the bed.

He got between my legs, hands on my thighs, and looked up at me, lips curling into a smile. “Is it alright?”

“Benny, suck my dick right fucking now.”

He laughed at that. He grabbed the base of my dick and looked at it, almost like a jeweler appraising a watch. “You’ve got such a nice dick,” Benny said, his hand running up and down the length of it, cupping my tightening balls.

“Thank you,” I said. “It’d be even nicer in your mouth.” I gave him a wink.

His smile turned wicked as he leaned in and wrapped his warm, wet lips around me for the first time ever.

I fisted the sheets, my legs involuntarily tensing. The pleasure was… intense. His tongue worked magic, and he wasn’t shy at all about having my dick in his mouth.

It was like having buckets of technicolor paint thrown at the canvas of my life. I’d only been seeing in hues of grays and whites, but now? Now I could see the entire spectrum.

“Fuck yeah,” I said with a growl in my voice. “Fuck that feels good.”

Benny responded by taking me in deeper, greedily gobbling me up. He stopped for air a few times but otherwise he worked my dick like it was his full-time job and he was up for a promotion.

At one point during a break for air, Benny grinned at me as he flipped around on the bed so that his ass rubbed against my cock. Desire nearly made me come undone. I wanted to fuck him, I did. I wanted to bury my cock balls deep inside him and make his ass mine.

But that wasn’t all I wanted to do tonight. My body cried out for something different. My pleasure and focus traveled to my needy hole.

I leaned forward, decided to ask for what I wanted. Being here with Benny made me feel safe enough to make my needs known. I kissed the back of his neck and put a hand on his shoulder, gently directing him to turn around.

He sat down on the bed, chest flushed and cock hard. God, he looked so good. He also looked massive . His dick was girthy and about an inch or two longer than mine. He had one of those perfect dicks I thought only existed in porn.

So fucking hot but also… how the hell was that going to fit inside me?

Just say it before you back out.

“Benny, I was thinking, I want you to fuck me tonight.”

His eyebrows shot upward in surprise. “Oh, I didn’t think you’d be ready for all that.”

“I’m really taking that famous phrase to heart: ‘Save a horse, ride a cowboy.’”

Benny chuckled, his (huge) cock bouncing with the movement.

“I don’t know if I can handle it,” I wanted him. “But I’m showered and clean, and I’ve been thinking a lot about it. Craving it.”

“Have you ever played with yourself before? Back there?”

I nodded. “I tried it with a cucumber once.” That’s how I knew I was sharing this moment with someone special. There was likely no one else in this world I’d be so open talking to about my first time with a vegetable.

“Oh damn. Was it like, one of those big individually wrapped ones?”

I chuckled at that. “It was. Took a lot of work getting it in.”

“Started at the advanced level, I see. Nice. And?” Benny asked. He casually smiled as he reached over and gently gripped my cock in his hand. “How was it?”

“Great,” I said. “Came buckets. Almost passed out from how good it felt.”

“Interesting… For some reason I didn’t peg you as a bottom?”

“Is that what you think I am?” I asked as Benny ran his thumb along the head of my leaking dick. I shuddered in pleasure as he brought his thumb up to his mouth and sucked.

“I think we’re gonna need to do some investigating,” Benny replied, bringing his hand down for some more.

I moaned, pushing my hips forward. Looking down, I could see that the level of arousal Benny drew out of me made me drip like a broken faucet.

The comforter underneath me had grown dark from my precum.

He then took his wet fingers and slid them underneath me.

My eyes shut and my chest tightened as his fingers circled my hole.

He did this motion for a little bit, circling and rubbing.

I started to jerk myself off, the pleasure inside me turning into an all-consuming beast.

He applied pressure, the slickness from my precum helping his finger push inside me.

Thank fucking God the music was playing, because I couldn’t hold back my moan.

“How’s that feel?”

“Like I’m turning into a big hungry bottom.”

“Good,” Benny said, eye flickering with flames. “Lean back and relax then.”