McLeod, Anitra Lynn - Dirty Cowboy (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) Read Free Page B

he could smell was clean flesh.
    Everett pulled back. “Heaven help me, I must smell awful.”
    “No.” Dalton pulled him close. “You smell like earth, and you taste of painful longing.”
    Dalton’s eyes seemed enormous in the orange-tinged dark, hypnotizing and compelling.
    This time, when Dalton merged their mouths, Everett didn’t pull away. From the way Dalton was kissing him, he welcomed his taste, no matter how raw he might be.
    Hungry hands tore at his clothing, pushing the fabric aside to reveal sensitized flesh. Dalton spread his palms over Everett’s chest then lowered his mouth to one hard nipple. Hot and wet, his tongue made circles there before he switched to the other, then back.
    As if compelled by Everett’s secret inner voice, Dalton worked his mouth over his chest, going lower, and lower. As he worked his way down, Dalton deftly undid and pushed Everett’s pants aside.
    Just when Everett thought he would die from yearning, when he thought this marvelous stranger had gone as far as he dared, he went lower and took Everett’s cock into his mouth.
    Energy poured into his body, causing him to arch up. His moan filled the night, cutting off the sound of nocturnal creatures. Bliss unlike anything he’d known caused him to question if this were real or a dream. Reaching down, Everett cupped the top of Dalton’s head, marveling at the feel of his hair and the way Dalton forcefully rocked his hips by cupping his ass. Most men tried to hold him still, but not this curious stranger.
    Everett hadn’t had many lovers, but he’d never had a man take after him so thoroughly. Dalton sucked him with his full attention focused on Everett’s pleasure. He did things with his teeth and tongue that had Everett writhing against the bare boards of the wagon. A backside of splinters might greet him in the morning, but right now, he didn’t care.
    When Dalton pulled away, a cry of remorse tore out of Everett’s throat before he could stifle himself.
    “You are so lonely,” Dalton said.
    Everett agreed with incoherent babbling. Once Dalton’s mouth returned to his penis, he thought he would never feel alone again. Come hell or high water he was going to keep this man at his side.
    Swirling his tongue around the crown of Everett’s cock, Dalton looked up at the same moment that Everett looked down. Their eyes locked, and there, in his gaze, Everett saw his own troubles reflected back. The connection caused Dalton to pull away again.
    “Just like you, I’ve been seeking.” Dalton settled on his knees so he could use his hands along with his mouth.
    “Yeah?”
    With his mouth over the length of his shaft, Dalton nodded, which bobbed his head and drew Everett’s cock almost to the back of his throat.
    Sputtering, lost in the most intense pleasure, Everett groaned, “And this is the time you decide to talk?”
    Drawing his mouth away completely, Dalton gripped up on Everett’s dick with both hands. He grinned. “I thought you wanted me to talk?”
    “Sure—just—does it have to be right now?” Everett was so close to climax. All the thoughts he’d ruthlessly suppressed earlier, those wicked images of what he wanted to do to the stranger’s mouth, were washed away by the actual vision of his far too perfect lips slipping over and around Everett’s cock.
    Lowering his hands to Everett’s balls, Dalton kissed the tip of his aching prick and whispered, “I like the taste of you, the feel of you.”
    Dalton’s mouth was everywhere, making Everett crazed with a need to touch him, but Dalton was too far away. Desperate to do something with his hands, Everett reached above his head and pressed against the wooden slats of the wagon. Wood creaked as he pushed in an effort to hold his body still for Dalton’s openmouthed kisses and caressing hands.
    Dalton ate at him with crazed hunger, wicked and free. In this pure moment, nothing but their two bodies, desperately seeking and wildly twisting, existed.
    “I