Page 35 of Rainbow Rodeo

“I don’t know. You might run screaming.”

“I never run.”

“No. No, that’s not in you.” He knew that. It was the hottest thing ever. He found lube and a pack of condoms, then walked back to the bed, maybe flexing a little to show off.

Dalton was up on one elbow, arm working that long prick nice and slow.

“Now, don’t get going too fast on that. I want to save it.” Tank rolled back across the mattress, settled close.

“Yeah? You got ideas?” Dalton reached for him.

“Oh, honey, I have a million.” Tank went easily, letting Dalton hold on. They weren’t in a hurry this time.

“Rock on.” They shared another kiss, this one heady, just a little breathless.

Tank let it go on until neither of them could breathe, then broke the contact, turning Dalton to his back again. Tank pushed one of Dalton’s legs up, spreading him wide and giving him time to look.

God, that was fine. Muscles strained under taut skin, and Dalton’s hole was open to him, just waiting. “Look at that sweet hole.”

A dark flush climbed up along Dalton’s belly.Hello. Someone liked a little dirty talk.

“Looks so ready for me, honey. I can’t wait to get you all wet and fuck you until you scream.” He gave that hard, bobbing cock a tiny slap.

Dalton surged up, but Tank had it, making it so they rocked together hard, both of them getting a little of what they needed.

“Tank. Tank. You—” Dalton bit it off, and Tank didn’t like that. Soon Dalton would be willing to tell him. Forgive him enough.

They had time.

He slicked his fingers up, taking his time about it so Dalton could see, could anticipate his touch. Dalton watched, blue eyes dazed, lips parted. Tank nodded, then pressed two fingers back to Dalton’s hole.

He didn’t tease. Dalton would show him if he couldn’t take it, and he’d bet his bottom dollar that wouldn’t happen. He slid his fingers deep inside with one smooth push, pressing against the resistance.

The heat and pressure made him bite his bottom lip, but it was the way that Dalton leaned up on his elbows and bore down that tore a moan out of him. He moved his fingers, opening them slightly to get more drag, then pulling them almost out. Dalton cried out, the sound pure male, and he pushed back in, making Dalton feel every centimeter.

He wanted to do this forever. Tank watched every expression that moved over Dalton’s face, took in every sound.

Tank wanted to cuss the sun a little bit, tell it to come back up, come on and leave the light a little longer. The shadows creeping across the bed made it harder to see what he desperately wanted to see.

“Turn the light on,” he groaned. “I want to see everything.”

Dalton blinked at him, then twisted, still impaled on his fingers, and swacked at the lamp. Light flooded the room, outlining every muscle, the sweat standing out on Dalton’s throat and chest.

“Better. Fuck.”

Dalton nodded. “Yeah. Yeah. More.”

“Another finger, then.” He added more lube, then pressed in. He was, indeed, thick. Dalton would need to be ready. Not only that, he wanted to know he was making Dalton writhe, hump down on his fingers.

Crying out, Dalton spread wide, pushing out with his hips. “Every damn callus. I feel you, Tank.”

“Good.” That was the point. “So fucking pretty.”

Dalton searched his face, then smiled, the expression open and amazing. Tank worked his fingers in and out a few more times before pulling free, knowing how empty Dalton would feel.

Dalton moaned for him, the sound needy and raw. Dalton’s ass slid on the sheets, like as to tempt him.

He didn’t need tempting. Tank gloved up and slid his hands under Dalton’s ass, spreading that stretched hole with his thumbs. “Coming in, honey.”

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