Wilder, Winona - Loving Tyler [Coming Out 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (12 page)

“How’re your ribs healing?” asked Marcus.

“Don’t change the subject. All I care about right now is you.”
Tyler
felt the beast clawing inside him, urging him to let loose. Marcus was no delicate flower, but all hard, sinewy muscle. He’d be able to handle what
Tyler
dished out, no matter how rough. When he yanked off the other man’s shirt, revealed sculpted pecs and abs, he had to step back to get a full view. “You’ve been working out.”

“It helped keep me from going nuts. All I’ve thought about is you.” His dark eyes looked haunted, and
Tyler
felt like an asshole from putting him through such turmoil. He should have been honest from the get-go and worked something out between them. Love at first sight couldn’t even begin to describe the full and utterly complete attraction
Tyler
had for Marcus, body and soul.

He tentatively trailed his fingertips down his chest, watching his reaction. When his eyes lit up and lips parted, it was
Tyler
’s sign to continue. He walked Marcus backwards until the backs of his legs hit two stacked bales of hay. “Ever been fucked in a barn before, Marcus?”

“You should know. I haven’t been with anyone else.” It wouldn’t matter one way or the other, but knowing Marcus hadn’t strayed when he returned home, as many jilted lovers did, pleased him. The city boy was all his, and he’d devote his every breath to keeping him safe, happy, and satisfied.

“Saving yourself just for me, eh, darlin’?” He sucked on his shoulder, giving a slight nip. “Drop your pants. I’m going to give you a little head.”

“Here? Anyone could just walk in.” All the bay doors of the century-old barn were open, a slight breeze wafting through. With all the traders and riders showing up early, it was very possible they could get an uninvited guest.

“Drop ’em,” he demanded, licking his lips tauntingly. Marcus shimmied out of his pants until they pooled at his ankles. He looked side to side and slightly behind him to ensure they were alone before he released his cock from his boxer briefs. The man was a god and could have easily passed for a Calvin Klein model. Marcus leaned back against the hay, the soft shadows outlining every ridge of muscle, including the perfect
V
leading to his proud erection.

Tyler
stroked him, just his hand making contact. He enjoyed the divide between them, making the simple touch more erotic, and their public surroundings more taboo. Marcus groaned and muttered something incoherent, his eyes drifting open and closed. “Someone might see…” he whispered.

Tyler
bent down on one knee and lapped at the swollen mushroom head of Marcus’s cock. He gasped and braced his elbows back on the bale. “If they wanna watch, they’re welcome. But like I told you, I ain’t sharing.” It was funny how only a month ago
Tyler
was ready to share Jet with James and anyone else who wanted to play. Now he couldn’t even think of another man.

He sucked his dick down his throat, using his tongue to tease the nub of skin at the base of his head with each upstroke. Every twitch and moan from Marcus spurred him on. He wanted to bring his lover to the pre-orgasmic realm before he flipped him over and fucked him hard.

The sound of shuffling footsteps and voices echoed in the barn as they neared. Marcus bolted upright, but
Tyler
held his hips and continued to indulge on his ripe cock. He recognized the two distinct voices. They were drifters, both gay. He’d had a fling with the younger one, Josh, last year. If anyone knew
Tyler
’s illicit past, it was them, so they wouldn’t be surprised to find him sucking a man’s dick.

“
Tyler
! They’re coming,” Marcus whispered harshly. The idea of getting caught, of other men witnessing their lovemaking, made the act that much more titillating. His own cock wept inside his jeans, rubbing mercilessly against the coarse denim.

After one final lick, he stood tall, braced Marcus’s shoulders, and kissed him. Their mouths molded together, hot and demanding, but he felt the other man continually pull away. He was standing in the nude, his cock poking
Tyler
’s stomach, while he was fully dressed.

The uninvited spectators drew near, almost at the opening of the side doors they’d entered.
Tyler
flipped Marcus around and used the flat of his hand against his back to hold him down against the prickly bale of hay. He almost chuckled, knowing his city boy would be worried about bugs and hay dust.
Tyler
unbuckled and released just his dick, and then used a dollop of his own saliva to coat Marcus’s pretty, little asshole. The slight touch made the other man jolt in awareness.

“
Tyler
! Let me up, for God’s sake. People are coming!”

Tyler
positioned his dick and penetrated his tight ass, thrusting forward in a firm, smooth motion. He gasped and gripped fistfuls of hay as
Tyler
breached his unforgiving sphincter muscle. His body hugged his cock, so warm and snug, the perfect fit.

He kissed his sexy Italian’s back, smoothed his hands up and down his arms, and admired his firm ass pressed tight to his groin. Before he’d given Marcus the time to fully adjust to his invasion, the men entered the barn. They stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of
Tyler
with his cock in another man’s ass. No one said a word, and
Tyler
returned his attention to his man.

After pulling out slightly, he worked back in until he established a steady rhythm. Marcus struggled beneath him when he noticed the two men watching their intimacy. He leaned over his back and whispered in his ear. “They’re just watching, sweet thing. You’re a beautiful sight.”

His dick had never been harder. He gripped his hips and pummeled his ass.
Tyler
’s balls pulled up tight, his body coiling for release. Marcus stopped focusing on the public exhibition and accepted his cock, moaning and grinding back against him.

“Tell me you’re mine, Marcus. Tell me for everyone to hear.” He punctuated each sentence with a hard thrust.

“Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

Marcus’s back was sweat-glistened, the droplets from his own forehead dripping down onto his moist flesh. “I’m all yours. Only yours,” he muttered. A few more forceful thrusts and
Tyler
came, his orgasm nearly blinding him from the intensity. He growled and pumped his seed into Marcus, claiming him, marking him forever.

He secured his cock in his jeans and sat down on the bale, nearly collapsing from exhaustion. “Roll over, darlin’.” Was he still being shy?
Tyler
didn’t think he’d reached his peak and wanted to ensure he received the same pleasure that he did. He had to nudge him to sit upright, and even then he tried to cup his solid erection with his hands. Marcus’s modesty was adorable, but
Tyler
didn’t want him to feel shame or insecurity—not anymore, not as long as they were together.

After prying his hand away,
Tyler
began to pump the man’s cock. Their two-man audience had hungry looks in their eyes, one of them reaching in his own pants to play with himself. “Look at me, Marcus.” The other man sat a little straighter, and turned to look him in the eyes. “Do you like the way I’m touching you?”

He nodded.

“Come for me. Right here, right now. I wanna milk you until my hand is covered.”

His words appeared to undo his lover. He closed his eyes, his mouth opening in a soundless cry as
Tyler
fucked him hard and fast with his hand. His release was punctuated with a loud exhale. He leaned over and kissed
Tyler
, probably needing the reassurance that this wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t.

Marcus’s cum shot out in a wide, white arch, coating his hand and the hay between his legs. “Good boy.”
Tyler
kissed him back, ready to go again, but knowing it was time for them to leave. With their pent-up passion alleviated, they could talk with clear heads.

Once decent, they made their way to the bay door. “You’re a lucky man, Tyler,” said one of the men from behind them.

“I know it!” And he did.

Chapter Eleven

They’d stayed in
Tyler
’s hotel for two nights while he rode in the events he’d registered in. It had rained last night, heavy enough that the static hush on the roof had lulled Marcus to sleep. Now he awoke in
Tyler
’s strong arms. The cowboy was still asleep, his chest gently rising and falling. He snuggled in close, resting his head on his shoulder. It was a grey day, no sunshine trying to get in through the cracks in the curtains even though the digital clock put them at nine thirty in the morning.

So many things had to be resolved in Marcus’s life if they were to have a life together, but he wasn’t sure how to handle things. He knew
Tyler
was still keeping secrets which created a rift between them. There had to be one-hundred percent trust for their love to grow. Marcus didn’t care about
Tyler
’s unsavory past or old bedmates, but he did demand they be open and honest with each other in the present.

When he attempted to roll away,
Tyler
shifted and pulled him back against him, kissing his forehead. “You awake?”

“For a while.”

“I don’t ride today. We can do something together. Want me to show you the sights around town?”

“Maybe we should just talk.”

“Is this the talk where you tell me you have to get back to the city? Or the one where we ride off into the sunset together?”

He chuckled. “I’ve never even ridden a horse.”

“Good Lord, how is that possible? That’s what we can do today. I’ll teach you to ride.”

“I don’t know…What about our talk?”

Tyler
’s hand warmed circles on his side. “We’ll borrow two geldings and ride out past the mustard fields you love. We can talk out there, just you and me.”

They showered and dressed before heading out for the day. The overcast sky was ominous, warning of severe weather to come. Marcus didn’t think now was the best time to ride out into the fields, but he wouldn’t lose this chance for a one-on-one talk.

“I remember Ben from last year. He’s a good-tempered horse for your first run.”
Tyler
ran his hand lovingly along the animal’s neck. “I’ll teach you how to saddle him.”

His cowboy left the stall and came back with a heavy Western saddle, lugging it atop the saddle blanket he’d placed on the horse’s back.
Tyler
’s confidence and skill turned him on. Staying in the same place as
Tyler
was a major adjustment. He lived by the seat of his pants—no agendas, schedules, or organization whatsoever. It was good for Marcus because he was too uptight, too consumed by rules and order. Being with
Tyler
was like rest for his mind, peace he’d sought all his life. The only place he was fully accepted for who he was, no acts, no trying to impress.

Tyler
’s arms came out on either side of him, his chest against his back. “Pass me the cinch, the brown one there.” He proceeded to thread one fastening through another, twisting and knotting like he’d done it a thousand times, and he probably had. When Tyler pulled the slack tight, pressing his body tight against Marcus’s back, he wanted to say screw the trip so they could return to their room. He kissed the side of Marcus’s neck when he was finished. “Just watch your toes.” Then he backed the beast out of the stall and out to the paddock.

He had a new respect for
Tyler
once he was up in the saddle. The skills he’d seen the cowboy display during events was unparalleled, even amongst the other riders he’d observed.

“Careful there. You’ve got a lot of power between your legs.”
Tyler
winked and raced off through the open gate into the fields. He’d told him how to handle the horse, but he didn’t expect to start racing straight out of the gate. Marcus prodded the horse, and they began to walk. Then the pounding of hooves grew closer and
Tyler
reappeared, circling him and his horse. “You’ve gotta keep up, sweet thing.” He swatted the rump of his horse with the ends of his reins. Marcus had to grab the saddle horn to keep from flying off the back. They raced the fields, side by side. At first he’d been terrified, but the further they went, the more he began to enjoy the speed and the rush.