Page 39 of Take a Chance (Blue Creek Ranch #1)

Mal went still, barely even breathing. It took a second for me to catch up. Fuck. Too much too soon. I instantly backtracked, “We don’t—”

“Okay.”

It was barely more than a whisper and I knew better than to take him at his word. Not right now. He was lust addled and not thinking straight. I knew he didn’t have any experience with this and I was rushing things.

I slid up his body and cupped his head, making sure I was looking him right in the eye. “We can save it, baby. Till you’re ready.”

“I’m ready,” he said, voice shaking just a little. As if to prove his point, he thrust up, rubbing his cock on mine. Even with the jeans in the way it felt spectacular. I had to close my eyes so I didn’t go off.

“Malachi,” I warned and made to move off him.

“Hey,” he murmured, and he touched my face. I opened my eyes to see nerves and determination in his. “I’m nervous. But I’m ready. I want this with you.”

Christ, he was going to kill me. So sweet and innocent, and yet not at the same time. When he guided me down into a kiss that set my blood on fire, I knew he meant it. But I had to make one thing clear first.

“We can stop at any time, okay? All you have to do is say it.”

He smiled then. “I trust you.”

My heart tried to pound out of my chest. I didn’t know how much I needed to hear those words until right then. I kissed him, hard, all my emotion bubbling out with it. Mal didn’t care. He wanted all of it.

I got him out of his jeans, and then took off my own. I wanted to kiss him all over, taste every inch of that body and show him how he deserved to be worshipped. And I would. Maybe not all of it right now, but we had plenty of time. I wasn’t letting him go if I didn’t have to.

I fished a condom and a packet of lube out of my wallet.

I had stuck them in there once Mal and I started being us, never thinking I’d be using them out in a field.

But he wanted me, and I sure as fuck wanted him.

This would be better in a bed, but the grass was soft beneath the blanket and we sure as hell would remember this for the rest of our lives.

“Do we need that?” He asked softly, pointing to the condom.

I dropped a hand to my dick and squeezed hard, staving off my impending orgasm. Christ. He wanted to go bare. There was nothing I wanted more. To come inside him and watch it dribble out. But I had to be more practical than that.

“This time we do.” I opened it and rolled it on, then covered his body once again.

“We’re not in a place for easy clean up and we haven’t had the conversation.

Now is not the time for that. Next time,” I lowered my voice, reaching for every level of sexy I hoped I possessed, “ I’m going to fill you with my cum. ”

His whimper made me feel ten feet tall. I kissed my way down his body and then licked his cock like a popsicle. He practically levitated and I couldn’t help my smug grin. But then I softened it and made sure I had his attention. “Remember, all you have to say is—”

“Yeah, yeah. Do something, Creeeeew!”

The last was drawn out because I swallowed his cock.

I wanted him good and distracted, primed and ready, before I got to his ass.

Judging by the whines and curses falling from his lips, Malachi Trevino was a fan of blow jobs.

I worked him over good, making sure I used every trick I’d ever learned.

And while he was solely focused on me sucking him, I got the lube open and coated my fingers.

He jerked at the first touch of my finger to his hole.

I waited until he settled again before slowly pressing in.

He was tight and I was sure it was uncomfortable, but he was too turned on to care.

I went slowly though, working him open, making sure everything was nice and slick.

He winced a time or two, and I froze, letting him breathe before continuing.

When I found his prostate, he all but screamed, and I was rewarded with a hard spurt of pre cum that almost made me choke.

“Now, Crew. Now.”

I slowly pulled off. “Turn over, baby. It’ll be easier on you.”

He was reluctant, and I got it. I wanted to be able to kiss him stupid while I fucked him too.

But he had to be able to walk later so this time, it would be better this way.

He clearly did trust me though, because he flipped over onto his hands and knees.

With a few nudges from me, he was in the perfect position.

I draped myself over him, lined up, and sank my teeth into his shoulder as I pushed. He yelled when the head of my cock popped in, and I stilled.

“Okay?” I asked, though it came out garbled since I still had my teeth in his skin.

He blew out a breath. “Burns.”

I released his flesh and licked the mark. “Yeah, it does. It’ll get better, I swear.”

“I know,” he said, voice tight. “Go slow.”

So I did. Inch by inch, a little thrust forward, then pulling back, I worked myself in. It was so slow it bordered on torture for me, but I knew he’d be glad for it once I was in. Finally, my pelvis met his bouncy ass and he hung his head.

“Baby?”

“Ow. But also not at the same time. Go slow,” he repeated.

My thrusts were even and glacier, but every one made him relax a little more.

When I could move more freely, I picked up the pace.

Mal’s little grunts every time I pushed in started sounding more like moans.

And then the switch flipped and he was pushing back to meet my thrusts.

I went faster, a little harder, changed my angle and… .

He let out a wail that was pure pleasure. Found it. I knew he was good then, chasing his orgasm just as I was. We came together hard and fast, Mal more vocal than I expected. My orgasm was baring down on me, my balls drawing up, my breath coming out in pants against the back of his neck.

“You gonna come for me, baby? Huh, Malachi? You ready to make a mess?” I bit down on the back of his neck and he whined.

“Yes. Yes. I need…I need….”

Bracing one hand on the blanket, I could get the other one on his dick.

All it took was three strokes and he was coming, his ass clenching down so hard I couldn’t move.

I kept stroking, drawing it out, until he was shaking and his forearms buckled.

I eased us down on our sides so he wouldn’t be in the puddle he just made.

I gave a little thrust, wanting to finish inside him. But his whole body tensed and I knew he was too tender. As gently as I was able, I eased out, and he winced and shuddered.

“Sorry.” I kissed his shoulder in apology.

“You need to…come.”

“I’m gonna. Right here.” I slid my dick between his thighs, and though I had to hold on to the condom, it wouldn’t take long. “Squeeze me.”

He did, giving me a tight space. I thrust hard and fast, my cockhead banging against his balls. Mal brought my clean hand to his mouth, kissed my palm, and then bit down on my wrist. I exploded, every muscle tensing, and shouting his name.

When I was done, Mal flipped over and buried himself in my arms. I held him tight. He was shaking, but I didn’t know if that was just the come down, the rush of adrenaline, or something else. He didn’t seem upset though, so I just squeezed him to me.

After a long few minutes, Mal let out a tiny chuckle. “Well. I’m not gonna be able to sit a horse today.”

I had to laugh. “Save a horse and all that.”

He smacked my chest, then kissed it. He tilted his head back and looked at me, eyes soft. I dropped a kiss on his chin, on his nose, and then finally his lips. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m…I’m good. That was…Crew, that was everything.”

It would be wrong to be smug right now but I couldn’t help it.