Mossy Glenn Ranch 3 -Saddles and Memories (15 page)

“I look a lot older,” Salt pointed out. “Got all these lines and wrinkles.”

“You’re a sexy fucker and you know it.” Andy bent and nipped his cheek. “Stop being modest. You have got to know how much you turn me on.” Andy rocked that hard cock against him again. “And you know what? As much as I want to be inside of you, I think maybe we should take a step back, let the anticipation build while we have pizza and watch stupid TV shows. What do you say? I have an ice chest full of your favourite beer.”

Salt knew it wasn’t a rejection. They’d both be hotter for it after waiting a few hours, and yeah, he wanted it to be as memorable as Andy did. “I’m good with that. I get to shower, too.” Salt waggled his eyebrows. “Get everything nice and clean for you.”

Andy’s eager look, the way he licked his lips as he dragged his gaze down Salt’s body, had Salt on the verge of begging for Andy to fuck him after all, but Salt found some restraint.

“Shower, and I’ll order the pizza. If I get in with you, there won’t be any waiting,” Andy said, getting off the bed. He fisted his cock and gave it a stroke. “Once I get this inside of you, I don’t plan on it coming out all night.” He winked at Salt. “That’s what getting off quick the first time does to me.”

Salt could hardly wait.

Chapter Twelve

Andy couldn’t explain all the reasons he wanted to wait a little while before laying Salt out on the bed and losing himself in the man. Part of it was because he’d just come—and damn, he’d needed to get off. He would have lasted maybe three strokes if he’d barebacked Salt’s ass right off the bat.

Salt’s tight little ass flexed beautifully as the man walked to the bathroom. Andy still had his cock in hand as he watched Salt. When he paused at the bathroom door and peered over his shoulder at Andy, Andy almost went after him.

“Go on. I’ll take care of getting us some food.”

Salt beamed at him then entered the bathroom. He didn’t shut the door.

Andy knew with a sudden insight part of the reason he didn’t want to toss Salt back on the bed and fuck him like a beast. Sappy, that was what he was, because he wanted to take his time and make love to Salt. It was about so much more than just getting off, what was going on between them.

For someone who had thought he’d never want to settle down, Andy was finding himself more than willing to—with Salt. To be fair, he might have considered giving a relationship a shot years ago, before he’d moved in with Destry.

When he’d said Destry tended to get sick easy, that’d been an understatement. Somewhere along the way, Des had been exposed to something that had compromised his immune system. Doctors could never pin it down, but Des had sworn it was from well water he’d used one summer on a friend’s farm right before Ty was born.

Pancreatic cancer wasn’t the first kind of cancer Des had had either. Brandt didn’t know about the testicular cancer, because Des had been ashamed and embarrassed.

“As if he’d brought it on himself,” Andy muttered. “Stop thinking about the past.” There was no use in it, unless he was going to learn from it, which he had. Settling down was a dream he wanted very much to attain. He didn’t have a sick brother to watch over and care for. Ty was already being kept from him because of God knew what—Brandt’s jealousy, his hatred and possibly even his homophobia.

Though Andy knew Brandt had gay friends, ones who even had children, and he never said a bad word about them, at least not around Andy. He sure hadn’t hesitated to point out that Andy was a slut, though.

Andy went to his duffle bag and took out a pair of shorts. He put them on then set about ordering their dinner. If he had his way, he and Salt wouldn’t be leaving the hotel room until they both had to head to work Monday morning. Andy intended to indulge every one of their fantasies, and maybe find a few neither of them had known they had.

The beer was nice and cold in the cooler. Andy had stocked it up with ice before going to pick up Salt. He listened to the sounds Salt made as he showered and thought he could get used to hearing them every day, used to showering with the man, too.

Losing Destry and Ty had shown him how valuable love was. Granted, he wasn’t there yet with Salt, but he wanted to be, eventually. Andy wanted the stability and the comfort of knowing someone would be there just for him, and he missed being the support for someone else.

Andy found the number to a pizza place that would deliver. He ordered two pizzas then settled onto the bed as the shower was shut off. Andy listened to the sounds of Salt finishing up in the bathroom, and in short order, Salt was standing in the doorway with a towel slung around his narrow hips.

“Forgot to grab clothes.”

Andy arched an eyebrow at him. “I remember mentioning that I intended to keep you nekkid.”

Salt looked delighted at the reminder. “You did say something about that. Just thought you wouldn’t want the pizza delivery person to get an eyeful.” Salt whipped the towel off and tossed it behind him.

“Jesus,” Andy rasped, his gaze going to the long, fat erection Salt was sporting. “You are unbelievably perfect.”

“Far from it,” Salt muttered. “I don’t have a perfect spot on my body.”

“Perfect for me,” Andy clarified. “Everything about you flips all my switches. I wish I could do that now.”

Salt held up one finger. “Hey, I meant to ask. You were talking about organic stuff and all. I’m surprised you eat pizza now that I think about it.”

Andy propped himself up a bit more comfortably. “As much as I can, I eat organic, but I don’t think splurging hurts anything. Moderation is the key, except when it comes to me getting my hands on you.”

“You can get your hands on me now,” Salt offered, glancing down at his cock.

“As much as I’d love to, the pizza will be here shortly.” Andy patted the bed. “Why don’t you grab a couple of beers and come sit beside me. I’ll let you pick out what we watch.”

Salt’s crooked smile sent all kinds of arousal zinging through Andy. It didn’t matter to him why this one particular man was so appealing to him, he was just glad it was so.

Once Salt settled on the bed beside him, Andy had trouble even looking at the TV. There was all that naked, gorgeous man stretched out just begging for him to touch. Granted, Salt didn’t actually beg out loud, but the erection he sported made his desire obvious.

When Andy was just about ready to throw in the towel and reach for Salt, there was a knock on the door. “Saved by the pizza delivery,” he murmured to a smug-looking Salt. “You know you were driving me crazy.”

Salt bobbed his head. “Was trying to. I want you to fuck me, and I don’t want to wait.”

Andy was rethinking his plan to wait, too. Why should he make them both suffer, when they wanted each other so much?

“Throw the blanket over your bits,” he advised as he approached the door. He didn’t intend to let the delivery person know Salt was there, but better safe than sorry. Andy grabbed his wallet and took out some cash. He opened the door and immediately stepped in the doorway hoping to keep his business private.

The delivery person was a young lady who was snapping her gum as she took the pizzas from the warmers. “That’ll be twenty-six forty-two,” she told him.

Andy thrust the money at her as he took the pizzas in his other hand. “Keep the change. Thanks.”

“Yeah, thanks!” She bounded off like a happy puppy, her brown ponytail swinging back and forth. Andy stepped back and shut the door. He turned to set the pizzas on the table. Salt stood, his cock swaying from the movement.

“I want you,” Salt said in a gruff tone. “Now, please.”

Andy left the pizzas behind as he took a step towards Salt. He stopped long enough to remove his shorts, then he closed the distance between them.

“Just so you know, I’m probably going to screw up along the way, be a jerk at times, but I won’t fuck around. I won’t put you in jeopardy, or our relationship.” He didn’t know where the words came from as he wrapped his arms around Salt. His heart, was his best guess. “Be patient with me?”

Salt laughed softly and cupped his jaw. “I imagine we’ll both fuck up plenty, seeing as we haven’t done anything like this before. I won’t screw around, either. I’ll be patient, and I hope you will too.”

It wasn’t a declaration of undying love, but it was intense, true, something Andy would never forget or take for granted. He canted his head and pressed his lips to Salt’s.

Salt opened for him like a flower greeting the sunlight. Sweet, minty, his tongue slicked alongside of Andy’s, flicking, teasing.

Andy growled and jerked Salt closer, so close they could hardly draw breaths. He fisted his hand in the back of Salt’s hair, holding him still and taking command of the kiss.

Lips, teeth, tongue—Andy used them all to bring Salt to a quaking state of need. Salt’s dick leaked pre-cum against Andy’s lower belly. Andy got a handful of Salt’s ass and squeezed, needing to mark this man as he had no other. When Salt moaned and turned his head aside, gasping, his chest heaving, Andy went after that sweet skin beneath his right ear.

“Fuck,” Salt dragged out brokenly. “Andy, Jesus.” He held onto Andy’s biceps, arching his neck more for him.

Andy sucked up a dark mark that probably wouldn’t be hidden by Salt’s hair. He licked down farther, to the base of his neck, and left a matching hickey there.

Then he bent and took one turgid nipple between his lips and bit.

Salt bellowed, but he pressed Andy’s head against his chest, so Andy knew it wasn’t pain that drove that sound. He found Salt’s other nipple with one hand and twirled the tip between his thumb and forefinger while nibbling on the other tit.

Salt rutted against him, grunting, loosing unintelligible words. Andy increased the pressure on Salt’s nipples as much as he dared. Salt arched his back as if to pull away, but he kept a grip on Andy’s nape, bringing him along for the ride.

Andy grinned and sucked up a pretty mark on each of Salt’s pecs.

And before Salt could get another grunt out, he stood up fully and spun Salt around. “Hands on the table,” he snarled.

Salt’s skin pebbled with goose bumps as the man did as he’d been told. “It’s fucking hot when you do that,” Salt admitted.

“Glad you like it.” Andy patted Salt’s hip. “Spread and let me at that ass.”

Salt moaned and dropped his head down as he spread his legs open. He bent over the table and lowered his chest down, so that his buttocks were higher than his shoulders.

Andy liked the view, very much. He traced the length of Salt’s spine, first with his fingers, then his tongue. Salt shivered and made more of those deliciously needy sounds.

As Andy began layering kisses across Salt’s cheeks, he reached between Salt’s legs and hefted his heavy sack in his hand.

Salt whimpered and spread his legs farther. Andy licked the top of his crack, then left a purple mark there, too.

“Please, Andy,” Salt rasped. “You’re killing me.”

“Loving on you,” he corrected, then panicked when he feared Salt might take that to mean more than it did.

But Salt was right on track. “Torturing me, you mean. I need you!”

Andy gave Salt’s nuts a little tug then left them alone so he could spread Salt’s cheeks apart. He licked down the slightly fuzzy trail to the tightly furled hole nestled between them.

Andy moaned as he began rimming Salt. There was the taste of soap, for the most part, but he thought he could detect the faintest trace of his man’s musky flavour, too.

Salt leant forward, settling more of his torso on the table. Andy moved forward, too, not letting that little pucker get out of reach. He buried his face in Salt’s crease and let go of his cheeks in order to reach around and fist his dick.

“Yes,” Salt hissed, then he keened as Andy gently scraped his teeth over Salt’s hole. “Do that again.”

Andy licked the wrinkled folds then used his teeth before nudging the tiny opening with his tongue. The moan Salt made sounded like it came up from his core, deep and soul-felt.

The way that pucker clenched around his tongue had Andy’s cock aching to be inside Salt’s griping channel. Andy pushed his tongue in as deep as he could get it, then curled it to tease the inner rim.

Salt began to curse a blue streak, unusual as far as Andy knew. He liked it, though, liked knowing he was driving Salt past all restraint.

Andy lightly stroked Salt’s cock while tonguing his hole repeatedly. When he pushed a finger in alongside it, Salt’s entire lower body quivered. Andy leant back, wanting to watch as he fingered Salt’s ass. The way Salt’s ring clenched around his knuckle was amazing, the grip so tight.

Salt’s opening was wet and slick, so Andy worked a second finger in, then a third. Inner walls rippled and flexed, massaging his digits and Andy could hardly wait to feel them around his cock. Despite having come earlier, he wouldn’t last long, not with the milking his shaft would get.

He curled his fingers and found Salt’s gland. At the same time, he thumbed over the wet tip of Salt’s dick.

“Fuck!” Salt shouted loudly enough that everyone in the motel likely heard it. Andy grinned and rubbed that spot again and again, until his own need grew too great for any more teasing.

“I’m gonna make love to you,” Andy gritted out as he pulled his fingers from that hot sheath. His cheeks burned as embarrassment washed over him at having said those words, but he meant them. He meant the next ones, too. “Then I’m gonna fuck you and fuck you…”

“Please, do it.” Salt moved restlessly. Andy gripped his shoulders.

“Come on. I told you, I want to see you when I take you.” He helped Salt stand up and move over to lie on the bed. “I want to kiss you, watch you.” The words came of their own accord as they’d been doing around Salt. Andy didn’t want to keep them back, much. He wanted to be able to share how he felt with Salt, it was just difficult not to blush like a virgin seeing his first dick.

Salt bent his legs, getting his heels almost against his ass. He opened his arms up. “Come here. I could do with a kiss now.”

“Gotta get this first, then I’ll kiss you as much as you want me to.” Andy’s hands shook as he plucked the lube out of his bag.