Page 15 of Stirring Spurs (Rainbow Ranch #1)

I chuckle and say, “You’re becoming more and more fond of sweets.”

“These.” He touches my lips, gliding his finger across them. “Yeah.”

His mouth returns to kissing, soft moans from both of us filling the quiet night air.

Holding his chest and hand while our tongues wrestle gives me the courage to take a nip at his lower lip, tugging and pulling softly. This elicits a deeper gravely groan from him and sends a jolt of excitement to my groin.

“I’m not crushing you, am I?” I ask, lifting my torso off him.

This has the unplanned effect of smashing our lower halves together, and apparently all the kissing has turned Wylie on as much as me.

“Cookie,” he mutters, and heat flushes through my chest, crawling up my neck. “You’re good. Great.”

He pulls me down, and his hands migrate to my back before crawling down to my ass. He’s tentative, lingering near my belt, before I nod. “Please.”

Wylie shoves his hands into my pants and under my underwear. He cups my cheeks, squeezing, and then hauls me closer, our boners smashing against each other through layers of fabric.

“I’m so fucking hard.” He dips his head and hides his eyes.

I reach for his chin, lifting his gaze to meet mine.

“Me, too.”

I thrust my cock on his, holding his face in place, our foreheads touching as I steal another bite at his lower lip.

“Should we…” His voice is barely audible. “Go somewhere?”

“Nowhere more private than here,” I say. “Maybe a few owls. Bats. That’s it.”

“Don’t mind either.” Wylie’s breath tickles my face.

He dips in for another kiss, pulling my hips firm.

“They both do a good job of clearing out the pests.”

“You sure?” I ask. “Not about the critters.” I rut into him, my dick longing to be free. “'Bout this. Cause, I’m sure. Surer than sure.”

He nods, and I’m up, tugging at my belt, trying to undress as quickly as possible. He just watches, a smirk tugging at his mouth as I yank my pants and underwear down to my knees in one swoop.

“Boone, I should warn ya…”

Crap. Here it comes. He’s actually straight. Married. Has a family in Albuquerque. On the run. A fugitive. Wanted in four states for bank robbery. This is why I shouldn’t waste my time on sexy cowboys. Fuck, what have I gone and gotten myself into?

“It’s been a while.” He dips his chin again, and now, with my cock at full attention, I move next to him.

“Same,” I say. “There’s no pressure.”

I move to pull my pants up.

“No,” he says. “Just not sure what you’re expecting… not going to take long is all.”

“Oh,” I say as it registers. “Mr. Anderson, I’m good with that.”

I move my hand to my hard dick, waiting.

“We could get each other off,” I say, stroking slowly.

“Maybe I could kiss you while we do it?” he asks. “Or not. Just an idea.”

A thrilling buzz, like a thousand bees, vibrates through every inch of my body.

“Yeah,” I say. “I’d like that.”

I’m up, kneeling, reaching for his belt, unbuckling as my lips find his.

Luckily, all the kneading and rolling in the kitchen has made my fingers strong, and I’m able to get it open without looking.

I’m over him, his tongue swirling in my mouth as I undo the button of his jeans.

His warm fingers wrap around my cock, holding me at first, and then running his hand down the shaft to my balls.

He cups them, running a finger underneath, locking his eyes with mine.

The sensation—just a little pressure—makes my cock harder, and I nod.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” I murmur.

When I’ve got him unbuttoned and unzipped, Wylie lifts his hips so I can slide his jeans down to his thighs. It’s enough. For now. My eyes are fixated on his face as we kiss, but my fingers get the first impression of him.

His dick is long. Definitely longer than mine.

What is it about men instantly comparing cocks?

Guess it’s in our DNA. Pretty sure mine is thicker, but there’s more than enough there to make me smile into his kiss.

He’s stone solid, and when my fingers skate over the head, he’s leaking precum.

Based on what he said, I suspect it won’t take very long.

We’re both about to explode, but I want just a little more.

I’m on my knees, our mouths never parting, while we jerk each other off. And even though it’s late, and we both need to be up early, I don’t want it to end. Or at least, not like this.

Breaking the kiss, I move back to catch my breath.

He’s leaning against the cab, his raging boner resting on his furry stomach.

My eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and the stars provide enough light for me to take him all in.

His thick bush melts into the light fur on his belly, and I need to open that shirt.

Soon. He’s completely vulnerable like this, but I’m a gentleman.

“You’re close,” I say.

He nods. “Yup. Might pop just from staring at you.”

My pants have fallen to my ankles, and I’m on all fours, ass up, hard cock pointing down.

Moving on him, I press my lips to his, reaching down to grip him. After another kiss, I lean back and whisper, “Wanna come in my mouth?”

“Oh fuck, Cookie.” He blows out a long breath, his lips forming a perfect O, as a smile plays on my lips while he gently cups my chin.

“Soon.” I glide my thumb over the slick head of his cock, and he lets out a soft moan. He’s so close. “I want your cock inside me. Mine inside you.”

He gives a single nod, and I rest my forehead on his. I’m holding his dick, but I don’t dare stroke him for fear he’ll erupt before I get my lips around him.

Starting with a kiss on his nose, I continue down to his lips and chin, then plant soft kisses on his neck while unbuttoning his shirt.

I open the rest, and his pecs, firm and covered in soft brown hair the same color as his head, greet me.

As I press my lips on them, I make a silent promise to give them more attention next time.

When my mouth lands on his stomach, inches from my target, he lets out a small laugh. Another mental note. He’s ticklish . I’ll have fun with this next time, too.

“Ready,” I say into his stomach, eliciting more chuckles.

He doesn’t reply, but when I look up, he clasps my chin and runs his finger over my lips again, staring intently as he nods.

With permission granted, I take in the head, savoring the salty, sticky liquid as it coats my tongue—signaling that, yeah, this won’t take long.

With soft moans that fill the night air, he grabs the sides of my head, hands getting lost in my hair as he holds on. I swallow more of him, doing my best to open the back of my throat. It’s been a few years, but thankfully, like making an old favorite dish, it all comes flooding back.

With a few long sucks, Wylie thrusts up, fucking into my mouth, and the faint gagging noises from my throat mix with his heavy breathing and the chirping of insects in the distance.

With heavy pants escaping his mouth, I reach down, massaging his balls.

They contract in my hand as Wylie gasps, and his cock throbs in my mouth, shooting warm cum down the back of my throat.

He lifts his hips higher, shaking, moaning, and spurring me on.

I swallow as much as possible as he continues firing into me—but there’s too much, and it dribbles down my chin.

Wylie swipes it with his thumb, and I open my mouth, inviting him to pop it in. Even after swallowing the remnants of his load, I can’t help but keep his finger in my mouth a moment longer, relishing the lingering taste of him.

When he finishes, his bare ass resting on our family quilt, I gobble him back down because it was too quick. He’s still hard, and I crave more.

“Boone, Boone. Damn, Cookie.”

With my lips still stretched around him, I glance up and look into his eyes.

“You’re fucking beautiful.” His fingers caress my cheeks, and when I give another good draw on his dick before pulling off, his hips shudder.

“I’m close,” I say.

Wylie stares at me, his forehead wrinkling.

“Kiss me,” I say. “Please.”

He tugs my shirt, pulling me up and capturing my lips as I stroke myself.

The build-up from the last few days intensifies as the muscles in my body tighten.

My breath quickens. I’m huffing into his mouth, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

He reaches down, and I’m about to let go, allowing him to take over, but he doesn’t grab my dick.

His hand moves under me, pawing at my bare ass, fingers poking at my hole. Yeah, I’m about to pop.

“Fuck, cowboy.” I spill the words into his mouth. “You’re making me come.”

My dick unloads, sending thick bands of cum onto Wylie’s hairy chest. The moment it happens, I realize what a mess it’s going to be, but I can’t stop. Won’t stop. His fingers linger on my hole, applying pressure around the perimeter, enjoying every contraction as I coat his torso.

When I’m done and breathless, I settle next to him, both our cocks still out. He’s soft now, and mine is on its way.

“Damn, I’m sorry. You’re a mess,” I say, surveying my handiwork.

“Get over here.” He pulls my chin toward him, kissing my lips softly.

“This—” he nods to his exposed chest and stomach, “—is perfect.”

The sweet taste of his lips lingers as his breath mingles with mine, and a wave of warmth washes over me. We need to clean up, but in this moment, sprawled half naked beneath the starlit sky, everything feels exactly as it should. Nothing else matters but us.