Page 18 of Stirring Spurs (Rainbow Ranch #1)

WYLIE

Heaven. Sure, all the stealing kisses and cuddling in the cornfields has been amazing, but this—being naked with Boone Adams in the privacy of his room—takes it to a whole new level.

His skin on mine. His mouth on mine. And that ass.

I’m a coiled spring. The need to be near him is a physical ache, a vibration that runs from my hat to my boots.

I haven’t had another guy’s dick in my mouth in… years. Only once. Just hasn’t happened since then, and now all I want is to taste him. His dick. His skin. His mouth. His ass.

He’s not as hairy as me, but there’s a little dusting of fuzz on his butt—like the softest peach—and my cock throbs as I touch it. When I slap his horseshoe tattoo, it jiggles, and I sure hope it does that when I’m railing him—shakes like jello as I pump into him.

“Got any condoms?” I ask. “I should’ve thought of that. Honestly, haven’t been to a store since I got here, and I’m… if you don’t, we can just…”

“Hold on,” Boone says, reaching for the bedside table.

He pulls a wrapped condom and a small tube from the drawer, his face breaking into a wide, eager smile .

“Beau buys 'em in bulk.”

He shrugs and hands me the rubber. The lube opens with a loud click, and he begins applying it to himself.

“I was tested last year when we all went to Tulsa for physicals.” Boone squirts more into his palm and reaches around to get himself ready. “Haven’t been with anyone since.”

“No other cowboys traveling through?”

My hands focus on rolling the condom over my dick, pulling it down, avoiding the pebble in my gut thinking about Boone with other men.

“Wylie Anderson.” He’s next to me on the bed on his knees, but he drops the lube and takes my chin between his thumb and index finger.

A flutter churns in my stomach, swirling that damn stone, as I hold my breath.

“I may be friendly. I may be a flirt, but no. Actually...” He picks up the tube and applies a good amount to his palm. “I was holding out for a surly one.”

He applies lube to my cock, sending a shiver through my core and then leans over, pressing his lips on mine, spreading the slickness over my dick, while his tongue runs over my teeth.

“Now, cowboy, lie back.” Boone presses gently on my shoulders, guiding me to recline. Before I do, I take off my hat and set it on the bedside table, then ease back onto the pillow.

“I’m going to get things started, then you can take over.” He flashes a grin so damn sexy I nearly lose control and pull him in for a kiss.

Instead of rushing to it, he straddles me, bends over, and buries his nose in my neck. Fuck, I probably should’ve showered when he did. I was trying to hurry and be in his room before he got back.

“Divine,” he purrs into my collarbone.

Every nerve in my torso lights up like the night sky on the Fourth of July.

And then he’s at my pit, running his tongue along my skin, hair, not caring a bit about the sweat from the day or since I’ve been in his room, my engine running hot.

He holds my arm in place, licking up to my elbow and back to my pec like a thirsty horse at a creek. It tickles a little, but it’s also making my dick more solid than a mountain.

“You like that?” I ask, pretty sure of the answer by the way he’s inhaling with his entire face.

He moves to the other side, repeating the attention given, and I grab onto the back of his head, letting my fingers get lost in his hair.

There’s something in my boot. A piece of dirt or hay, brushing against the bottom of my foot, and between that and Boone’s face buried in my armpit, I’m coming undone.

When his mouth lands on my chin, biting at me like a bull snapping at the reins, my cock lifts off my stomach, aching for contact.

“Boone…” I whisper.

“Steady, cowboy. I gotcha.”

His mouth moves down the center of my neck, licking, sucking, kissing every inch of me. I take a deep breath to steady myself, the pleasure already spreading like an out-of-control wildfire. He’s leaning over, moving my dick to his desired target, and my heart thumps in my chest, watching him.

“Do you know how fucking beautiful you are? ”

The words slip out and my jaw tightens. Eyes slamming shut. Meaning every word but wishing I could take it back.

“You’re just saying that because you’re about to fuck me.” He’s got me right at his hole, gliding my cock back and forth.

“True, but that’s not it. You’re…”

He lowers his hips, and carefully, slow like a stream after the first drops of rain, I glide inside.

“Perfect,” I say, barely above a whisper. “So fucking tight.”

“Yeah, well, I told ya—been awhile.”

Boone takes a deep breath, and then he’s still.

He waits with my dick inside him all the way, his chest expanding with each breath, stomach jutting out enough to catch my gaze.

There’s some heft to him. He’s solid, like an oak barrel—not too lean, but with enough muscle to show he’s using every part of himself in that kitchen.

He lets out a long, slow breath between his perfectly pursed lips. “Now, let’s see about riding you, cowboy.”

With his hands now on my chest, he moves forward—just enough to leave the head inside—before pushing back.

He’s tentative the first few times, and when I pop out of him, he doesn’t flinch.

Boone moves a hand back, placing me back inside him and brushing down my cock until his fingers sweep over my balls, giving them a massage.

A groan tumbles out of my mouth, the pressure in that perfect spot thrusting my hips up.

“You ready to take a turn?” There’s a smirk on Boone’s face that makes me smile.

I nod.

“But first…” I curl my finger, beckoning him closer.

He leans in, his lips grazing mine in a soft, fleeting kiss. Quickly, I reach for my hat, lifting it from the bedside table and settling it gently on Boone’s head.

This draws a playful grin across his lips.

“Ready, cowboy?” I ask.

“Giddy-fucking-up.”

He takes a nibble at my lower lip before moving back. I move my hands to his hips, holding him place, while I fuck up, plunging myself in and out of him. He’s moved a hand to his dick, not stroking, but holding himself steady.

Watching him ride me while wearing my hat, his eyes half closed, is a fucking sight. When I see his thumb making small circles over the head of his cock, slippery with precum, I grab his hand and bring it to my mouth. He pushes his thumb between my lips, the tangy flavor filling my mouth as I suck.

The harder I thrust into him, the wider Boone’s smile grows. There’s a complete look of contentment painted on his face as he holds onto one of my pecs while I slurp on his thumb.

“Okay, give me a sec.” He rolls off and lies next to me. My hat tips off his head, and he catches it before it falls.

He hops off the bed, standing with my hat. “Let’s keep this safe.”

Moving to the closet, Boone holds my hat carefully, as if it’s something more than just a piece of worn leather.

With a quiet smile, he hangs it on the hook inside the door, the brim resting perfectly, almost reverently, against the wood.

He steps back, eyes lingering on it for a moment, then turns to face me.

“Figured it deserves a good spot.”

I watch him for a beat, his round ass, swaying with each step, making my heart skip. “You’re something else, you know that? ”

He shrugs, the smirk returning to his lips. “Just trying to take care of it.”

Then, without missing a beat, he returns to the edge of the bed and sits. Before I can speak, he’s stroking me.

“Plus, that gave me a break.” He grabs the lube and applies more to both of us.

“Cookie, take all the time you need.”

My breathing regulates a little as we rest. Boone lies next to me, rolls on his side, and kisses my cheek. When he moves to my ear, my cock surges in his grip, becoming even harder from wanting to be back inside him.

“'Bout ready to go again,” I say, his fingers tapping playfully on my erection.

His lips skip across the skin behind my ear, making my insides boil like a pot of coffee on a campfire—ready to spill over any second.

“Fuck me by the window. Where you watched me,” he says.

My eyebrows fly up, trying to hide. Boone’s up, leaning by the open window on the opposite wall, shaking his ass at me. The curtain stirs a bit, caught by the cool night breeze. He widens his stance and turns his head to face me.

“Well?” He smiles slowly, like the sun hitting the horizon at dusk, all warm and dangerous, with enough mischief to make me wonder what trouble he’s got in mind.

He turns back around, arms crossed on the sill, his juicy ass waiting.

Quick as a wink, I’m up, doing my best to keep my boots quiet as I take my place behind him. My hands climb to his shoulders, right arm wrapping around him and landing on his chest, squeezing the meaty muscle as my dick pushes against his ass.

“Fuck, you’re better than a rainstorm after a drought. ”

He moves my hand to his cock, slick with lube and precum. “'Bout as wet too.”

“You ready?” I move my hand to his chest, tugging him back.

He reaches back, spreading himself wide. With a little adjusting, my dick finds its target. Already open and ready from before, I slide right in and my shoulders drop at the solace of being inside him again.

“Cookie, you good?”

“Darn tootin'.”

I laugh, because he’s so fucking precious.

He pushes back, and I bend over him, matching the curve of his back with my body. I may be a couple inches shorter, but we fit like two parts of a well-oiled bridle, snug and seamless.