Page 24 of Saddle Studs (Rainbow Ranch #3)

SAM

I’d never felt so sure in a decision than I felt in my choice to stay.

Benny’s reaction only solidified that choice further. Like sunshine blasting on a freshly laid square of cement, drying it, creating a foundation for something much larger, much more grand.

His kisses, his touch, his hard dick pushing against mine… It was all too much. It unraveled me. Melted my brain and filled my heart with golden sparks.

“So now can I get those porn recs?” I teased as we entered Benny’s bedroom, quickly shutting the door behind us.

“Yes, I’ll send those right over,” Benny said with a wink as he worked to undo the button on my shorts. “I’ve got a good one where one guy is in assless chaps.”

“Really?” I said. I helped Benny with unzipping my shorts and dropped them to my ankles, my already sticky and wet briefs following immediately after. Benny whispered a fuck under his breath as he wrapped his fingers around my shaft. “Assless chaps are kind of a fantasy of mine.”

“Interesting…” Benny said, smiling as he stroked me.

I shut my eyes and stood there, resting my back on the wooden door, falling into the bliss.

“Sit down on the bed, keep your eyes closed.” Benny led me to the edge of his bed where I sat down.

I took off my shirt, keeping my eyes shut.

I heard Benny open the closet door. Heard him undressing, clothes falling to the floor.

I held my hard dick in a loose fist, my heart racing as I tried to imagine what Benny was doing. This was so fucking hot.

“Okay, open.”

Holy fuck. And it only got hotter.

Benny stood in front of me wearing a pair of assless chaps and nothing else beside a cowboy hat and a red bandana tied around his neck. My eyes nearly popped out of my skull. I started drooling.

“Goddamn. You’re so fucking hot, Benny.”

“You like this, huh?”

My eyes dropped to his sexy dick, stiff and pink, throbbing in the air.

The chaps were made out of black leather with fringe down the sides.

He looked like a superhero in a Western porn flick.

Not even sure there was such a thing. But if there wasn’t, Benny needed to get on it, because he sat on a gold mine.

Speaking of sitting…

Seeing him like this, standing there with his full masculinity on display, it flipped a switch inside me.

A desperate urge to have him underneath me took over.

I could feel my hole twitching, my body responding to the urgent need that tightened my balls and licked flames through my core.

There was only one way to put out this fire.

“God, Benny, I want you to fuck me. So fucking bad.” My words were a plea. I was simply a worshipper approaching Benny’s alter, ready to fall to my knees and beg for what I wanted.

What I needed.

“And I will,” Benny said as he approached the bed.

He rubbed a hand over his abs, up to his defined chest. The primal tattoos on his bicep looked like they’d been enchanted to move.

“But first I want you to make this cowboy come undone,” Benny said, his voice low and hot and crackling like fire on dry brush.

He stepped closer, and I didn’t hesitate. I slid off the bed and I dropped to my knees like gravity had decided for me.

His cock was right there, thick and leaking at the tip, the bandana around his neck a flare of red at the edge of my vision as I leaned in and licked him from base to head.

His fingers threaded through my curls, breath hitching as I swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting that first bead of precum. Licking it up.

Fuck, I loved this part.

I loved the salt, the heat, the weight of him on my tongue. I loved how my jaw ached just enough when I took him deeper. And I especially loved the sounds Benny made when I hollowed my cheeks and moaned softly around his cock. A string of curses left his mouth, each one rougher than the last.

“God, baby,” he grunted. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

I pulled off just long enough to say, “And you taste so fucking good,” then went back down, sucking him slow and wet and steady, letting my spit coat him until it dripped down to his thighs.

I used one hand to stroke what I couldn’t take, the other hand gripping his hip like I could anchor myself there forever.

Being here, on my knees, servicing Benny, it was nearly too hot for me to handle.

I looked up, seeing a towering body made of pure muscle, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull as his lips curled into a blissed-out smile.

Benny bucked just slightly into my mouth, and I let him. I wanted it. Wanted to be used and fucked and loved all at once. I wanted to give Benny all the pleasure he deserved. Wanted to worship him like the god he was.

His hand left my head and then I heard the slick sound of spit hitting skin.

He bent down, his cock still stuffed in my mouth but his hand moving down my back.

I shivered before I even felt his fingers at my hole.

His slicked-up fingertips circled me, teasing, pressing just enough to make me gasp against the base of his cock.

I arched back, allowing him a better angle to play with me.

“Look at that. You’re so fucking hungry for it, aren’t you,” he murmured. “You’d let me fuck you right here on the floor, wouldn’t you?”

I nodded, cock throbbing untouched between my legs. A strong breeze in that moment would have had me blow my load.

He slid one finger inside me, slow but firm, and I whimpered around his dick. My whole body clenched around the intrusion and begged for more.

I didn’t stop sucking him as he started fucking me with his fingers. First one, then two, scissoring me open while I tried not to come just from that alone. I moaned around his length as he hit that spot, that secret, electric place that made my eyes roll back and my thighs shake.

“Fuck, Sam,” he groaned, thrusting into my mouth a little deeper. “You’re dripping. Look at you.”

“I need you,” I said, pulling off with spit dripping down my chin. “Benny, please, give me more.”

He reached down, grabbed me by the jaw, and pulled me up to my feet. He kissed me deep. It was like he wanted to pour every filthy, dirty thought into me through his mouth. Claiming me with his kiss. Our hard cocks rubbed together, sending a flurry of electrical shocks through my body.

“On the bed,” he said, voice gravel-thick, teeth nipping at my bottom lip. My knees trembled. “And hold your legs up in the air. Show me that tight hole of yours.”

I scrambled up and got on the mattress, pulling my legs up and spreading myself wide, doing as I was told. I was raw and desperate and wide open for him.

“Jesus Christ,” Benny whispered, crawling over me, his cock dragging along my thigh as he kissed my chest and reached between us. He slicked up his fingers again and slid in a third, stretching me wide, making me groan as I threw my head back against the pillow.

“You’re taking it so good,” he whispered against my neck. “Taking me so good.”

My whole body was on fire. Every nerve ending was tuned to him.

“Benny,” I gasped. “I need your cock. I need it now.”

“Yeah? My fingers not enough?”

“No, Benny. I need you to fuck me.”

“Mm-hmm, your body’s begging for it. Fuck.” Benny pulled his fingers out. He leaned over and grabbed the lube out of the nightstand. He squirted a generous amount onto his palm and spread it over his thick cock.

He lined himself up, eyes locked on mine. “I’ve got you, baby.”

And then he pushed in.

Slow. Controlled. Fucking decadent.

My mouth dropped open, but no sound came out at first, just breath. Just feeling. He slid in deeper, inch by inch, stretching me open until his hips met the backs of my thighs and his cock was buried balls-deep inside me.

I’d never felt so full. So wanted.

So completely fucking his.

We didn’t move at first.

We just breathed together, sinking into the ocean of pleasure that surrounded us.

Benny’s hand brushed my cheek as his other arm braced beside my head, and in his eyes I didn’t see lust. I saw everything. Trust and wonder and passion. A kind of aching, powerful connection that made my heart trip over itself.

“You okay?” he whispered, voice ragged.

I nodded, overwhelmed. “Don’t stop.”

And with that, he started to thrust.