Long Hard Ride (Rough Riders 1)
Edgard took Trevor’s c**k deep in his throat on the first insistent stroke.
Trevor hissed. “Jesus, I love f**king this hot mouth.” He thrust his hips harder, pulling out until Channing saw the mushroom-shaped head trail pre-come over Edgard’s lips, then he’d ram back in Edgard’s eager maw. Time after time.
Edgard made wet, suckling noises like a man facing a sumptuous, succulent banquet. He tipped his head slightly and permitted his jaw to go slack when Trevor’s c**k was buried balls deep in his mouth. Saliva dripped down his chin and neck.
“Yeah. You are all pro at sucking cock. You f**king love it that you can get me off so quickly, don’t you? Baby, hold on. Here it comes.”
Trevor grabbed Edgard’s hair, keeping his head in position, ramming his c**k in with a grunt and holding it there. “Swallow hard. Work me with your tongue and throat muscles. Oh. Shit. Yeah, like that.”
Apparently, Trevor was the dominant partner in this sexual relationship.
Channing’s clit throbbed. Her hand snaked between her thighs and she rubbed the hard seam of her jeans, aligned perfectly over her swollen tissue, as Trevor bucked, groaned and emptied himself down the back of Edgard’s throat.
She was so hot, so ready to burst, four fast strokes and a small orgasm pulsed like a flash of lightning. It wasn’t nearly enough, but it’d do for now. She knew Trevor and Edgard weren’t done. She squirmed in anticipation.
Gently stroking Edgard’s cheek, Trevor tugged his semi-erect c**k from between Edgard’s rosy lips. He helped Edgard to his feet and kissed him in an erotic, open-mouthed tangling of tongues. Strong male hands smoothed rough male skin. The scent of musky male sweat and the heat of their bodies created a sultry humidity in the small space that reeked of sex and passion.
Trevor curled his fingers around Edgard’s fully erect cock. Squeezing and twisting with more force than Channing had dared use on any man.
But who better to know how much pressure a man could take on that rigid appendage than another man?
Again, Edgard broke the kiss. His lips journeyed over Trevor’s jaw to Trevor’s throat. He didn’t bother to lower his voice. “You know what I want, Trev. What I always want. Now.”
Trevor nodded and leaned over to snag his jeans, removing a condom from the front pocket. He ripped open the package with his teeth. Staring into Edgard’s eyes, he rolled the rubber down Edgard’s long shaft, slanting forward to nibble and lick Edgard’s shiny smooth lips.
Edgard wrapped his own fingers around the thick girth of his cock, stroking their hands in tandem as he said to Trevor, “Bend over the table, grab onto the edge and stick that ass in the air.”
Trevor moaned, angling for another heated kiss before he readily complied, holding Edgard’s hand as he turned, letting his belly drape over the flat surface.
Edgard flicked his tongue down Trevor’s spine as positioned himself behind Trevor. He kicked Trevor’s ankles until Trevor broadened his stance.
Trevor looked over his shoulder at his lover, his eyes bright with desire as he tilted his butt higher in invitation.
Channing watched as Edgard dropped to his knees and ran his tongue down the crack of Trevor’s ass. His hands spread those cheeks wide and he rimmed Trevor’s ass**le with the tip of his tongue. Around and around that puckered opening, blowing on it gently and then he jammed his tongue inside.
Jesus. That was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen.
Her cunt spasmed as she remembered when Colby had done that to her last night. How the kinky, totally debauched behavior had turned her on to epic proportions.
Edgard’s tickling tongue had the same effect on Trevor. Trevor whimpered and bumped his ass into Edgard’s face. “Christ, baby. That feels so f**king good. You know how much I love it.”
“Yes, I do.” Edgard stood. “Which is why I’m not gonna let you come this way.”
“You still pissed off at me?”
“Yes. Be glad I ain’t tying you up and whipping the shit out of this ass before I f**k it. But then again, I know how much you love that.
Brace yourself.”
Trevor said, “You want some lube?”
“No lube,” Edgard said and pressed the head of his c**k against Trevor’s ass**le. “I want it to hurt.” He plunged in, in one fast stroke.
“Ah, f**k,” Trevor said on a long groan.
Edgard reamed Trevor hard enough the table and the horse trailer shook.
Trevor’s hands were wrapped around the edge so tightly his knuckles were white. Edgard muttered in Portuguese, his hips pistoning like mad as the muscles on his ass flexed.
After one particularly intense thrust, Edgard stopped with his c**k buried in Trevor’s ass. He layered his sweat-covered chest over Trevor’s arched back. Edgard didn’t move, he appeared to be waiting for something from Trevor.
Trevor wiggled, humping the table as he moaned, “Please. Don’t stop.”
Edgard’s silky voice inquired, “Who is f**king you, Trevor?”
“You are.”
“Who am I?’
“Edgard.”
“A man.”
“Yes.”
“Does it ever feel this good when you’re f**king a woman?”
Trevor turned his face away.
Edgard withdrew completely out and rammed back in to the hilt.
“Answer me, goddammit.”
“No. Jesus.”
“Do you ever beg a woman to f**k you in the ass? With a synthetic excuse for a cock? Or with her fingers? Or with her tongue?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to pull out my big c**k and stop stuffing it into this hole as hard and deep as I can?”
“No. Edgard. Please.”
Edgard licked the back of Trevor’s neck, trilling his lips over the sensitive bend in his shoulder until Trevor trembled. “You want what only I can give you? You don’t care if she knows how much you love my cock? Shoved in your ass? Shoved in your mouth?”
Right then, Channing knew she’d been wrong. Trevor wasn’t the dominant in this sexual relationship, Edgard was.
“No, I don’t care if she knows.”
“Beg me to finish it. Beg me to show her what I do to you. What I give to you that no one else ever has, amigo.”
“Edgard. Please, f**k me. I’ll do anything you want, just don’t stop—”
Edgard growled his approval and rocked into Trevor with such force the base of the table cracked.
She’d never seen such a brutal show of censure.