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

won’t let you go.”
    With that, Dalton dropped his head down until Everett’s cock was fully buried in his mouth. While he sucked hard, Dalton rolled Everett’s balls in his hand. Even though canvas covered the wagon, Everett saw stars as he climaxed. His entire body lifted up as if drawn into Dalton. Over and again he shook as he poured his pleasure into Dalton’s waiting mouth. Rather than pull away, as others had, Dalton welcomed his thrusts. He encouraged him to rock his hips as the orgasm tore through him. For the longest time, he was without form. Vapor, or pure sensation, just free of all the demands of his body. He felt no hunger, no thirst, no longing.
    For the first time in his life, for the only time in his life, Everett felt complete.

Chapter Four

    Without waiting for his twitching cock to still, Everett reached down and hauled Dalton up. When he kissed him, he tasted his climax on Dalton’s lips, but beyond that, he savored Dalton’s own sweet flavor.
    “You’re grinning.” Frankly, Everett had never known a man to be so satisfied with another man’s pleasure. Most of the men he’d been with had been in a hurry to get off and get away before they got caught.
    “I wanted to make you happy, and I have.”
    Rolling him over, pressing him down when he tried to sit up, Everett said, “I’m so happy I’m trying not to bust into song.” With a grin, he palmed then delicately twisted Dalton’s nipples.
    The noise he made was part whimper, part growl, and all sexy. Encouraged, Everett made his way down Dalton’s chest, pressing his lips against strong muscles, clean flesh, and a body so ready he was unable to hold still.
    “Settle down or you’re gonna get a backside of splinters.” Concerned for his incredibly smooth flesh, Everett yanked a spare piece of canvas under his butt and back to protect him from the raw wood.
    “It’s just that your touch, the way you make me feel, I can’t hold still.”
    Dalton’s frenzied squirming was hotter than hell and twice as wicked. Everett wrapped his fist around Dalton’s cock and lowered his mouth. Right before he made contact, he looked up and asked, “Do unto others, right?”
    “Right.” Dalton swallowed hard and held very still, his anticipation practically rolling off him in waves.
    “You ever done this before?” Everett deliberately washed the heat of his breath over Dalton’s dick.
    “No—yes.”
    “Which is it?” Everett grinned up at him, loving the frantic look in his eyes, the anxious tightening of his body. He was going to give him the suck of his life, but he wanted to pay him back some frustration first.
    Clearly unaccustomed to teasing, Dalton pressed down on his head, but Everett moved to the side. All Dalton’s pushing did was press Everett’s mouth against his hip.
    Kissing him there, then looking up, Everett asked again, “Yes, no, what?”
    “No one has ever sucked my cock.” Dalton’s voice hitched. “But I’ve—”
    Everett didn’t let him finish. He lunged down on him, taking his prick all the way to the base. Had he known, he wouldn’t have teased him at all. No wonder he was so eager to give what he so desperately wanted to receive.
    Dalton uttered a cry of such joy Everett redoubled his efforts. He wanted to please him, to show him how wonderfully good he’d made him feel only moments ago. Working his mouth and hand in tandem, he sucked and stroked until Dalton’s body lifted up. Right at the verge of climax, Dalton froze in place.
    Concerned, Everett looked up. Dalton’s face was twisted with need and what looked like anguish. Afraid that Dalton would push him away and make him stop, Everett sucked harder. Dalton’s eyes went wide, and he thrust his hips, plunging his prick so deep that Everett almost gagged. But he took him. He cupped his buttocks and helped him rock into his willing mouth.
    Uttering a coyote cry, Dalton climaxed.
    He tasted sweet, almost like the first warm air of spring. Sucking and