Tyler
lifted his eyes and followed the rugged mountain man that had taken up so many
of his thoughts over the last twenty-four hours or so. God, he really was a
stunning man, all rippling muscles and lickable skin. Tyler could spend hours
worshipping the man's body.
"Go
inside."
"Huh?" Tyler glanced up, his cheeks reddening when he realized he had been so
mesmerized watching the guy's body move, he hadn't realized he stood right in
front of him. "What's your name?"
The
stare was hard, intense, the guy's gray eyes giving nothing away. "Go inside,
kid."
Tyler huffed as his shoulders slumped. He was so tired of being told what to
do by everyone in his life. It had been going on since the moment he took his
first breath. That didn't seem to have changed just because he had been
kidnapped.
"Whatever," he said as he stood and turned to go back up the steps. "Somehow,
I thought you'd be different, but you're just like every other asshole in my
life." He wanted mountain man to be different, but he wasn't. He treated Tyler
like a kid. Tyler didn't understand why he was so disappointed by that
thought.
The
second he put a foot down on the top step, he was grabbed, pushed forward, and
spun around before being slammed into the side of the cabin. Mountain man's
glowering face was within breathing distance.
Eyes
wide, Tyler glanced up.
Oh man. The dark flush on the guy's face was supposed to scare Tyler. He
knew that. He was supposed to tremble in fear, not arousal. He just couldn't
seem to help it. To have all of that powerful body pressed against his and be
the center of the mountain man's attention? Tyler was going to melt into a
puddle right there and then.
"You
don't seem to know when to quit, Tyler."
The
growl in that tone made Tyler's cock weep. "I don't know what you're talking
about."
"You're playing with something you can't handle, little man. You'd better stop
while you're ahead."
"Or
what?" Tyler snipped, losing the grip he had on his temper. He was getting so
tired of people treating him like he didn't matter. "You'll ground me to my
room? Send me to bed without my supper? Take away my TV privileges?"
"Oh,
no, baby." Dark gray eyes flickered down to Tyler's lips. "I'll use that
pretty mouth of yours for what it was meant to be used for."
Tyler's breath came out in a gasp. If the guy meant that as a threat, he had
missed the target. It was the hottest damn thing he had ever heard. He saw
mountain's man's gray eyes flash when he licked his lips, so he licked them
again.
Hard
gray eyes rose to meet Tyler's, something deep and dark and decidedly primal
flashing in their smoky depths. "Oh, Tyler, you should have stopped while you
were ahead."
Tyler had just enough time to inhale a quick breathe before his mouth was
captured, hard lips pressing over his. Tyler groaned as he leaned into the
kiss, opening his mouth to let the gorgeous mountain man in. The kiss sent the
pit of his stomach into a wild swirl.
The
touch of lips on his was a delicious sensation, one Tyler never wanted to give
up, but the feeling of those same lips kissing a path down his throat was just
as good, the sweet caress setting his body aflame.
Tyler groaned as he was picked up and carried into the house so fast he could
barely tell the room passed him by. He was dropped on the bed, and then his
clothes were stripped from his body in a sensual move that made him ache with
need. His body was on fire and only one man could put it out…if the man would
just fuck him.
“Please.” Tyler was so not above begging.
Tyler tilted his head back when the side of his neck was nuzzled. He groaned
and dropped his head back against the bed when his lover started to lick up
the inside of his neck. The man's tongue felt hot against his skin,
smoldering, like an actual flame flickering along his body.
And Tyler loved it.
A
hot ache grew in the back of Tyler’s throat as gray eyes met his. His cheeks
heated under the heat of filling the eyes gazing back at him. His heart took a
perilous leap at the deep need he could shining in those smoky gray eyes.
Maybe his mountain man needed this as much as he did.
An involuntary shiver raced through Tyler’s
body. His cock ached, his need growing with every passing second. Tyler knew
if he didn't get a cock in his ass in the next sixty seconds, he was going to
blow without his lover.
“Ty,” the man whispered roughly, almost reverently. There seemed to be a sort
of awe in the guy's eyes as he brushed the hair back from Tyler’s face. His
touch was oddly soft and caressing.
Tyler’s heart pounded in an erratic rhythm when his mouth was covered with a
hungry passion. It was surprisingly gentle for all of its furiousness. Tyler’s
mouth was devoured, his lover demanding a response that Tyler gladly gave.
Tyler grunted when he was pulled roughly, almost violently, into the mountain
man's arms. He felt his body molding to the hard contours of his lover's body
as if they were made to go together.
Hard, but gentle, hands were everywhere, moving along Tyler’s body and leaving
a scorching fire behind. Tyler felt his blood surge from his fingertips to his
toes. He was conscious of every spot that was touched, caressed. Tyler’s hands
slipped up strong muscular arms to his shoulders, pulling his lover closer. He
wanted to feel their bodies press together.
Tyler’s breath hitched in his throat when he felt a hand move down between his
thighs, a finger brushing against his puckered entrance. “Oh, god!” he cried
out when that finger slid inside of him. It was the strangest feeling in the
world, and the most wonderful all rolled into one.
He wanted more!
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