As he undid the top button on Tex’s jeans, he raised his eyes to check Tex’s expression and found it impassive, as if Tex hadn’t decided yet whether or not to allow what was about to happen. But he didn’t say stop, so Peyton continued, easing each button slowly and reverently from its slot, separating the denim to reveal the bright red of Tex’s underwear.
Now the heat of Tex’s cock was unmistakable, and the aroma was even stronger. Peyton nuzzled against cotton as red as his ass, huffing in the scent he’d come for. Briefly, he closed his eyes. Savoring for just a second. Anticipating. His ass was hot on his heels, and all the warmth that had already passed between them urged him on, but he took his time as he eased Tex’s shorts under his balls to free his cock.
God, that was a nice cock. As big as he’d expected and so perfectly formed with a drop of pre-come at the tip and a slight stickiness to the head that told him this wasn’t the first drop to have spilled. He licked over and around the head, sliding his tongue under the ridge of foreskin that hadn’t fully retracted, savoring the muskier taste beneath it.
Tex’s hands were fisted at his sides, which wasn’t where Peyton wanted them, so he guided one into his hair. Tex got the memo fast, grasping two tight bunches of hair and using them to steer Peyton’s mouth lower.
The bunched-up fabric of Tex’s jeans cradled his balls, presenting them to Peyton’s tongue like plump pearls. He sucked one into his mouth, moaning around it. He’d always enjoyed sucking cock, but there was a new dimension to it today. Tex had just spanked him, humiliated him. Hurt him and fixed him. And he was grateful and horny and absolutely smitten.
He’d never been smitten before. A relationship took too much commitment, required too much risk. But Tex was showing him how to be better, so he would start here.
“I love your cock,” he said, not brave enough yet to stay I loveyou.
“Then show me.” Tex pushed Peyton’s face into his ball sack so tightly he couldn’t breathe anything except man.
He opened his mouth and rose higher on his knees so he could swallow Tex more fully, wrapping Tex’s cock up with his tongue and lips, easing it all the way down his throat. He gave Tex the full treatment, showing him what a dedicated, hard-working Peyton could do.
Soon he had Tex moaning the wayhe’dbeen moaning while Tex was spanking him. Tex’s knees buckled, that was how good a cocksucker he was. So he spun the two of them around until Tex’s back was against the wall, giving Tex support, and sucked even harder, hollowing out his cheeks and working his tongue, using his hands to massage Tex’s balls and echoing Tex’s moans with his own.
Tex came with a shuddering groan, holding Peyton down on his cock until Peyton drank him dry. Then he sagged back against the wall. His eyes were hooded but not entirely closed. He looked down at Peyton with satisfied reverence, his thumb stroking idly over Peyton’s cheekbone. Their eye contact was so intense, Peyton only needed to shove his hand into his jock to trigger his own orgasm. Come shot up over the shiny fabric and landed between Tex’s feet.
“Shit,” Tex said with a laugh. “That was not at all supposed to happen.”
“I won’t tell anyone.”
Not the doctor. Not even Ambrose. It would be their secret because the two of them had something that went beyond The Bars and Stars.Tex is it for me, Peyton told himself. He was going to make this work.
Chapter 7
Peyton was an entirely different person. Bettina wouldn’t recognize him. Sure, he had grumbled when Tex had hauled him up off his knees and escorted him back to the pig sty, but he’d done what had to be done. And he’d been doing it for more than a week now. Two thirds of his time at the ranch had gone by, and though he couldn’t say he enjoyed the life of a ranch hand, he enjoying spending time at Tex’s side, the two of them doing whatever chore needed to be done.
He could feel the muscles popping up in his forearms and back, and he’d developed a certain competency with the pitchfork. When Tex steered him toward a chore he’d never done before, he sucked in a deep breath and told himself not to panic, that he would be able to do it and that though he might be exhausted and achy by the end of the day, his soul would feel more good than his body did bad.
At lunch time, the two of them sat next to each other on fence rails or bales of hay with Tex teaching him how to tie knots or telling him about his years on the rodeo circuit, which was what he’d done before coming to The Bars and Stars. Peyton wished he could watch Tex break a bronc, especially if the bronc was him. But though he hinted at it, even outright suggested it, their physical relationship hadn’t progressed beyond that day in his bedroom when he’d taken Tex’s load after taking Tex’s hand.
Tex often gave him a strong clap on the shoulder or a brisk swat on the ass. And he allowed Peyton to hug him at the end of every day, their sweaty, sore bodies making full contact as Peyton thanked him once again for not giving up on him. But there’d been no fucking, no blowjobs, not even any more spankings. He’d been too good to get spanked. And frankly he was sick of it.
He was only here for a few more days. On the plus side, he was going to make it. This program would be the first thing he’d finished since he’d sleepwalked his way through the easy classes in college. But he worried all the gains he’d made would disappear once Tex and the threat of punishment were gone. He wanted to hang on to these feelings of accomplishment and success and, more than that, he wanted to hang on to Tex.
The morning he’d gone down on Tex in his bedroom, their connection had been as strong as the throb in his ass, and though the throb in his ass had faded, the connection was still there, warm between them. It was in every approving glance, in every word of praise, in the glow in Tex’s eyes even when the rest of his expression settled into sterner lines.
But Tex wasn’t fucking him, wasn’t spanking him, and hadn’t said a single word about what came next. Peyton couldn’t live here at the ranch. He was at best a mediocre ranch hand and anyway this wasn’t a true working ranch. And if they stayed here, Tex would be training other men, which probably meant spanking them. Peyton didn’t care for the sound of that.
No, Tex would have to leave with him. They would build a new life, one in which Peyton would strive and succeed. But how was that going to happen? Dreaming had never been his problem. Making his dreams come true was.
As the days ticked away, he got more and more anxious. He yearned to nail down their future. He yearned to touch Tex sexually. He yearned for another spanking—for that fabulous, floaty feeling of letting go completely to emerge whole and new again. Working hard day after day next to the man he both lusted after and adored was incredible. But if he never did anything worth being punished for, then he never got to float.
Which was why he plopped himself down in the middle of the field where they were mending fences and refused to get up again.
“I need a nap.” He rolled onto his stomach, presenting his ass for the spanking he hoped to entice.
“You’re not five,” Tex said, unimpressed and unmoved.
Peyton wiggled his hips against the ground, already firming up at the thought of what would come next. Then he realized that for what he truly wanted—which was Tex’s cock spearing between his red-stained ass cheeks—they were going to need lube and a condom. Which meant they couldn’t do this in a field.
“Think I’ll go on up to my room,” he said with an exaggerated yawn.
He jumped to his feet, not bothering to hide the bulge in his pants, and strolled casually toward the guest house. For a moment, it seemed like Tex might not follow him, but then Tex’s hard body crashed into his and Tex’s fists knotted in the hair at the back of his neck.
