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“About that night in the inn…” Butch breathed deeply. “Can’t tell you how important that was to me. Saying ‘You opened my eyes’ just doesn’t cover it.” He reached down and cupped his crotch. “You see this? Your fault. This is what kissing you does to me.”
Sol chuckled, a wave of relief flooding through him. “Am I supposed to apologize?”
Butch laughed, and the natural sound was such a lift. “I guess not. And I was sorta hoping…” He smiled. “We got time?”
“Time? For what?” Sol saw the light. “Oh. One last taste before I go, is that it?”
It seemed he’d panicked over nothing. Butch was simply a man who wanted his itch scratched.
What surprised him was that despite wanting that very outcome, the realization stung.
Looks like it reallyisjust sex after all. Thatwaswhat you wanted, right?
For fuck’s sake, hadn’t he told Butch he couldn’t have it both ways?
“Nowyou’re gettin’ it.” Butch removed his hat and placed it on a hay bale.
Sol was never one to refuse a morning shot of protein.
He put his backpack next to Butch’s hat, then placed his hand on Butch’s chest, his fingers brushing over the nipple that pushed against the cotton. Butch’s shiver was all kinds of delicious, and he recollected the nipple clamps Teague had discovered almost a week ago.
Oh dear Lord.An image of Butch came to mind, seated, his wrists bound at the back of the chair, clothes pegs on his nipples, his chest flushed, lips parted, low moans tumbling from them—
His dick standing to attention, thick and flushed with blood, a cock ring around the root.
Stop that. He doesn’t play your games, remember?
He forced the delightful pictures from his head and unfastened the top three buttons on Butch’s shirt. He glimpsed chest hair and smiled. “You didn’t wear a tee today.” Then he slid his hand down over Butch’s belly until he reached the button on his jeans.
Butch grasped him by the wrist. “Not what I had in mind.”
Before Sol could inquire further, Butch sank to his knees in front of him, unbuckled Sol’s belt, unzipped his fly, and eased his jeans and briefs over his hips, his stiffening cock springing up with a life of its own.
Oh my God.
Butch swallowed, his staccato breaths the only sound in the quiet barn. “So thick,” he murmured.
Sol tilted Butch’s face toward him, his fingers under Butch’s chin. “You don’t have to do this.”
Their eyes met, and Sol shivered at the look of naked desire he saw burning there.
“No, I don’t. But I want to. And if I’m gonna give anyone my first blowjob, I want it to be you. You got that? Iwantto do this for you, okay? You blew my mind the other night.” He smiled as he wrapped his fingers around the base of Sol’s dick. “Now it’s my turn.”
Sol’s pulse raced. “Remember how I sucked you off. What felt good?” Butch nodded, and he smiled. “Then do the same for me.’”
Butch grinned. “I think I can manage that.” He sat back on his haunches, staring at Sol’s erect cock once more, his breathing shallow, his fingers fumbling as he unfastened the rest of his shirt buttons, revealing that mat of salt and pepper chest hair.
Sol stroked his hair. “Start with the head,” he said softly, his senses primed for that first contact.
Fuck, I want this too.
Butch leaned in, one hand on Sol’s hip, and gave the wide head a cautious lick before taking it into his mouth, his nostrils filled with a musky, earthy scent that went straight to his dick.
“Oh yes,” Sol said with a sigh, his hand at the back of Butch’s head, not applying any pressure. The tremor coursing through him was all the encouragement he needed to take Sol a little deeper, then deeper still, his lips stretched around its girth.
“That’s it,” Sol whispered. “Just a little more. Careful with your teeth.” He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled the flaps aside, revealing his bare flesh, the vein on his stomach like an arrow pointing south to his dick.
Butch bobbed his head forward, coughing when Sol’s shaft went too deep. He pulled free, his eyes watering.
