Page 8 of Wrangled and Tangled (Raven Peak Ranch #1)

H e’s kissing my neck, and my lungs have somehow forgotten how to work. His lips graze my pulse, prickling my beard. “I’m…” I swallow, attempting to clear my throat and get my thoughts together.

Instead, I twist my body, capturing his mouth with mine. He rumbles something I don’t understand and I pull his thigh over mine and make him straddle me. He’s on my lap, knees on either side of my hips, hands roaming over my shoulders as our mouths move and our tongues fight for dominance.

“Do you still need me to ask questions?” He whispers into my mouth, lips spreading into a smile.

“I think I’m good,” nipping at his bottom lip, I capture his lips once more, working his shirt out of his pants and unbuttoning the buttons along the front. He shifts and grinds into me, muscled thighs caging mine in, and I groan when I remember I almost didn’t go out tonight.

My cock swells painfully behind my jeans, and as his hands explore, he finds it pushing against the denim.

With a low rumble, he moans, tugging on my shirt and pulling it over my head.

Smiling down at me, he presses gentle kisses to my neck, my shoulders, and chest. The lower he moves, the more nerves build in my chest. Having a gorgeous man like Heath on his knees before me will be burned into my memory forever.

“May I?” He asks, eyes blinking up at mine when his hands land on my belt.

Nodding my head, he pulls, releasing the buckle and pulling the leather through. His hands make swift work of my jeans, and before I realize it, he’s shimming them down my legs.

His breath is hot on my groin as he kisses my round stomach, fingers digging into the waistband of my boxers.

“I’m…” I start.

“Pierced?” He groans, sitting back on his knees, eyes staring at my cock where it’s sprung forward and slapped my soft belly. Bringing his bottom lip into his mouth, he slowly lets it out, eyes flicking up to mine.

My boxers are tight around my balls as he looks at the two pieces of metal through the underside of my cock.

“Changed your mind?” I ask with a raised brow. When he doesn’t immediately respond, I reach to reposition my boxers. He swats my hand away, eyes focused back on my cock. Shock rockets through me at the gesture, and I swear my cock gets harder.

“Surprised? Yes. Changed my mind? No fuckin’ way,” he lifts up, wrapping his hand around the base and stroking me to the tip. His thumb swipes the head, precum sticks to it and he lifts it to his mouth. Sucking his thumb into his mouth he tastes me.

Groaning, I throw my head back into the couch, “Fuck.”

With a chuckle, his hand is back around my cock, working it over with his dark eyes on me. One glance down, and his grin threatens to send me over the edge, I can not finish now.

With one hand, I stop his movements. His eyes lock on mine, and I wrap my other hand around his neck, squeezing just a bit to get a feel for his consent.

When he smiles and moans, leaning into the touch, I stand, bringing him up with me.

Slamming my lips to his, we kiss and stumble through the house toward my bedroom.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Cowboy?” I murmur into the kiss. His knees buckle, and I have to hold him up.

“Fuck me,” he says on a gasp of air.

“I plan to,” I chuckle, twisting the knob on my door and pushing it open. “But first, let me get you ready.”

He nods against my hand, stealing another kiss and unbuckling his jeans. Shrugging off his button-up and throwing his undershirt behind us, we leave a trail of clothes to the bed. Shoving his jeans off, we’re both left in boxers, and I’m dying to see his dick.

“Take ‘em off, Cowboy,” I instruct, and he listens beautifully. His body’s like something out of a movie.

Rippling stomach muscles, biceps, and thighs that I want to bite and leave marks on.

He’s got a trail of dark hair below his belly button, trailing down to where his cock bounces out of his boxers.

Biting my knuckle, I close my eyes for a moment to center myself. I really don’t want to fuck this up.

“You like what you see, Daddy?” He growls.

My eyes snap up to his, and I cross the space in one stride, “What’d you call me?”

He smirks, eyes like liquid fire, “Daddy.”

“Are you gonna listen to Daddy?” I mutter against the skin of his neck, sinking down to my knees.

“God, yes,” he shivers as I lick a path up the underside of his cock, encasing his hardness in my fingers.

“Good Cowboy,” I praise him, as his head falls back and I take him into my mouth.

The smooth skin of his cock on my tongue makes my eyes roll, and I moan.

Sucking him down to the base, I hollow out my cheeks and bob my head.

His hands delve into my hair, and he grips the strands, murmuring encouragement.

Popping off his dick, sticking a finger in my mouth, I get it nice and wet before sliding it between his cheeks. His groan is all the encouragement I need as I find his hole and probe it with my finger.

“Keep suckin’, Daddy, please,” he whimpers, bucking his hips toward my face.

As he requests, I lick and suck his cock, worshiping it. His subtle cry as my finger breaks through his entrance makes my cock drip in response. He’s relaxed enough that moving that finger in and out is easier and easier.

“You’re an eager little slut, aren’t you, Cowboy?” I remark while licking his sack. He shutters, legs quivering as I suck him down my throat. “Are you gonna cum in my mouth like a good boy?”

He nods, tightening his grip on my hair as he fucks my face while my finger pumps in and out of his ass.

“That’s… fuck, it’s amazin’,” he whimpers as I swirl my tongue around his head. Pulling his hips away, we lock lust-filled eyes. “I need to cum while you fuck me, please.”

Standing, I crush his mouth to mine, letting him taste himself, and he groans into my mouth. “Please,” he begs, and I’ve never heard a sweeter sound.

“Lay down, Cowboy,” I command, and he listens beautifully. Stomach pressed into the mattress, his ass is in the air, perfect and round. Reachin’ for my nightstand, I pull out the bottle of lube I keep there for myself and drip it onto his crack.

Watchin’ the clear liquid run down between his cheeks is erotic in a way I can’t explain. Slathering my hand in lube, running it all over my cock, paying close attention to the head, I use my other hand to lube up two fingers, and work one into his ass, “You’re takin’ my fingers so well.”

His moan echoes through the dim room, and I work the other finger in. Spreading him open so I won’t hurt him when I finally get to fuck him.

“Please,” he presses, pushing back against my fingers. “I’m ready, I need to feel you.”

Swatting his ass with my opposite hand, I scold him. “You’ll wait until I’m ready, Cowboy. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he whimpers. Reaching between the mattress, he grips himself, pumping his hand over his dripping cock.

The crack of my hand on his ass has his body shivering. The muscles of his back constrict and shift. Goddamn, he’s beautiful. “You don’t get to touch what’s mine without permission.”

His mewl is low and long as if just my words drive him wild.

“Are you ready for my cock, Cowboy?” I ask, ripping open a condom from my nightstand and rolling it onto my cock. Squeezing a bit more lube onto the tip of my erection, just in case.

He nods vigorously, head turning to the side so he can see me.

“Do you need another swat, or have you lost your voice?” I ask, rubbing my hand over the pink imprint I’ve made.

“I think I need another, sir,” he moans, “please.”

Cracking my hand over his round cheek, squeezing his ass, I guide my cock to his hole and slowly push inside. He whimpers, “More, please.”

“Shhhh,” rubbing his back, I push further in once the ring of muscle gives, and I can slide in and out. I haven’t given him the piercing yet. Waiting to work up to it, the two barbells under my cock feel amazing, but I don’t want to push too much too fast.

“You’re takin’ me so well, Cowboy,” the flattery falls from my lips with ease.

“You feel so good,” he blurts as I move inside of him. Slowly, working until each barbell has entered his hole, I pick up my pace, reaching around his hip to grip his cock, I tug hard and his chest lifts off the mattress.

“Yes,” he breathes, “faster.”

As he requests, picking up my movements, I pull almost completely out of him and plunge back in. Over and over, I watch as my cock slides in and out of him. The sight alone makes me want to finish, but he’s got to cum for me before I can let that happen.

“I wish you could see yourself right now. My cock buried in your ass, makin’ you shiver.”

His groan is low, and he pushes himself back into my hips. With a laugh, I pull out and flip him over. His surprise is short-lived as I slam back into him. With a shout, he moans and smiles up at me while I place his legs around my hips to aim my dick right at his prostate, making him squeal.

“You’re such a good boy,” I praise.

The slapping sound of our skin hitting, breaths coming in short gasps, it’s sensory overload, and I grasp his cock, moving my hand up and down along with the movements of my hips. Pressing his head into the mattress, he groans, “I’m.. oh FUCK, I’m gonna…”

He doesn’t finish his sentence–his words become a mess of moans as hot cum sprays onto my hand, and his stomach and chest. Seeing him erupt for me sends me over the edge, and I follow, sparks flash behind my eyes as I cum, filling the condom with everything I’ve got.