Adam grunted, the sensation making his cock jerk.
God damn.
Landon wrapped his lips around one finger, the suction firm, steady, and enough to make his eyes cross.
Adam’s heart pounded, and he leaned back just enough to watch that pretty mouth work. It was stunning to see, and just as good to feel. Landon was making love to his fucking hands, just like it was the only thing Landon ever wanted. The kid was enough to give a man stupid thoughts. Adam closed his eyes, letting the physical sensation push away everything else. He was no good at thinking.
Each finger was licked and sucked, then his palm, his wrist, the scrape of teeth erotic as fuck.
He reached up with his other hand, tracing Landon’s sharp cheekbone. “What are you wanting, honey?”
Landon pushed into the touch, humming softly. “You, cher. So bad.”
“You’re gonna be sore.” He didn’t want to push it, but he wanted that fine ass again.
“Muscles is sore when you work ’em. Just means they need more exercise.”
Adam surprised himself by laughing at that. “I guess so. Well, then let’s give it a go.”
His body went on full alert and he gave himself a lecture on holding his shit together, getting under control, determined to make this good. He didn’t want to hurt Landon. He wanted the kid to remember this for a long, long time. Truth be told, he wanted to hang on to this memory, too.
“You ready?”
“Hell, yeah. I was born ready.”
“Good.” Adam hunted the lube down, the tube more than a touch squashed. A little spit might be fine between two experienced lovers, but Landon deserved more slick.
He turned Landon over, fingers trailing the lean back, finding random scars, including a U-shaped mark on one hip that looked vicious. “Hoof?” he asked, tracing it with one finger.
“She had a broken leg and a foal coming.”
Jesus fucking Christ. Bad luck did come in sets of three, though, so Adam guessed the kick had been the last of it. “You’re lucky nothing else broke.”
Landon nodded. “Sister and I raised her baby up. She’s my ropin’ horse. Pomme.”
“No shit?” Grinning, he spread Landon’s cheeks, letting the lube dribble down some. The tiny hole jerked, and he dragged his finger over it.
“Truth.” Landon chuckled. “She’s a kicker, too.”
“I bet.” Adam watched his finger slide into Landon’s tiny hole, feeling that tight ring of muscle open for him.
He couldn’t have helped his moan for love or money. God, that was sweeter than cherry pie. His cock thumped with his pulse, his belly taut as a stretched rope. Adam gritted his teeth, determined to take this slow. He let his free hand play in thesmall of Landon’s back, fingernails scraping lightly. This whole process required layer after layer of sensation.
So fucking hot, the way that Landon’s body responded, gripped his finger. The kid was riding already, rocking back and forth. Adam grinned, then smacked that right butt cheek with the palm of his hand, just to see what would happen.
“Don’ make me beat you, cowboy.” Landon chuckled, and he snorted, tickled.
“Nope. No beatings. Saw it in a porn movie once.” It felt silly, though it had loosened Landon’s body up some.
When Landon glanced over his shoulder and winked, went, “Boom, chicka wow-wow,” Adam damn near lost it.
He managed to hang in there, though, slipping a second finger inside Landon’s ass. “So fucking tight.”
“Uh-huh.” The dark head fell down, dangling between those lean, muscled arms. “Damn.”
“Pretty, too. I swear, I never thought you’d look like this.” He shut his mouth before he said something stupid and pushed one more finger in, letting the lube ease the way.
Landon stilled for a heartbeat or two, then found their rhythm again, pushing back into his touch.
