Wilder, Winona - Loving Tyler [Coming Out 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (9 page)

“This your truck?” A gruff male voice came from behind him as he unlocked the driver’s side.

He turned around. The man wore jean overalls, and he was slightly overweight. There was a negative air to him that brought out Marcus’s hackles. “Who’s asking?”

“Looks like your tires were slashed.”

He stepped back, forgetting the man, only concerned to see the tires for himself. At least one was indeed flat. Marcus whirled around. “You see who did this?”

The stranger was already walking away, not bothering to turn or answer. Marcus stood in place for a minute, and then he decided to grab the duffel bag and get back to the room before
Tyler
woke up. He wondered if there was even a place in town where they could get new tires for the truck on short notice. Who would do such a thing? Everyone seemed to love
Tyler
everywhere he went. Marcus would expect something like this back in the city where senseless crime ran rampant, not in this quaint little town.

He crept back in the room. The interior was dim with the heavy drapes pulled shut.
Tyler
shifted on the bed as Marcus clicked the lock into place and dropped the duffel bag on the ground with a thump. “Where’d you go, darlin’?”

“Just got your bag. How you feeling?”

“Hard. For you.” He patted the side of the bed. “I’ve rested as you demanded, sweet thing. You’re not going to prolong my punishment now, are you?”

He joined
Tyler
near the bed, the world forgotten as he gazed into those luscious green eyes. “I wasn’t punishing you. I was looking out for you.” Marcus sat on the mattress and ran his hands over
Tyler
’s muscled sides. The bruises remained, but he didn’t flinch as much as he did yesterday.

“I love the way you touch me,” the cowboy whispered. He tucked his arms behind his head and took a cleansing breath. “I’m sorry about yesterday.” His brown hair was tousled from sleep, his thick-lashed eyes heavy.

All he’d thought about the past week were his feelings for
Tyler
and the erotic peak the other man so easily brought him to. He pulled back the blankets slightly, exposing
Tyler
’s ripped abs and the thin trail of hair leading to the tent in the light covering.

“Everyone makes mistakes.”

He ran his fingers lightly up and down his torso until
Tyler
surprised him by grabbing his wrist in a tight grip. “No more teasing. Touch me. Really touch me.”

Marcus was just as hard as
Tyler
. The promise from last night kept echoing in his head—he’d get his chance to fuck another man for the first time. He slipped the blanket off the hidden erection.
Tyler
groaned, returning his arm back under his head, his eyes drifting shut. He stroked the cowboy, savoring the silky skin as he pumped up and down, memorizing every vein and curve of
Tyler
’s cockhead.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you all week. I wanted to come, but I was scared. Scared you’d reject me.”

“Never that.”
Tyler
sat up and pulled Marcus down against his chest. He was so strong, so alive. When his lips met his own it healed all the lonely hours of longing. Nothing mattered except the here and now.
Tyler
’s lips were thick and he kissed with enough skill to take his breath away.

“Remember what you told me? Were you just playing…about the sex stuff?”

Tyler
smirked. “About getting double fucked? A dildo in your ass as you fuck me?”

He knew his cheeks were turning red.
Tyler
’s unabashed way of speaking was so different from his politically correct coworkers or religious relatives, and it turned him on more than anything. “Yeah. That.”

Marcus sat up and ripped his polo shirt from his body. “That’s my boy. You’re gorgeous.”
Tyler
reached for his shoulders, pulling himself up to a sit. The cowboy leaned down and sucked his nipples, making them pebble, and delicious heat radiated all the way down to his balls.

“You sure you wouldn’t rather have one of them cowboys from yesterday?”

“Darlin’, I already told you nothing happened.” He cupped Marcus’s face. “From that first day, I knew you were the one man who could make me change my wild ways.”

God, Marcus didn’t realize how much he needed to be accepted, desired, wanted by another human being—unconditionally, irrevocably. Tears pricked at the backs of his eyes, but he wouldn’t cry in front of the other man.
Tyler
was a hardcore cowboy and probably wouldn’t appreciate such an open display of emotion.

He got a reprieve as
Tyler
reached the night table drawer, pulling out a small black velvet bag. “Open it.”

Marcus pulled the drawstring open and peered inside. “You’re going to ruin me, Tyler James.” He shook the bag upside down on the mattress between them. A tube of lubricant and a thick silicone dildo toppled out.

“We’re just getting started. Now lose the pants so we can have some real fun.”

* * * *

Tyler
woke up in a panic. Just as he had nearly every morning since Marcus left the last town, but this time was much worse. The dream had been more real this time, making his heart ache for the other man. As he bolted up in bed, sweat-glistened, heart beating strong, he began to piece together the night before. Although well rested, the lingering, dull headache from too much alcohol clung to him. He remembered coming back to the room with Marcus, but maybe it was just a fantasy caused by his overindulgence.

He dropped back on the bed, focusing on the narrow slits of light along the ceiling from the gaps in the heavy curtains. When the door began to open he immediately tensed, ready to reach under the bed for his Colt. But the silhouette was comfortingly familiar. It hadn’t been a dream. Marcus had come back.

After their loving confessions, his little city boy followed his orders to lose his clothes. He was in for a surprise.
Tyler
had past experiences with some of the kinkiest men alive, including Jet Cartwright himself, and he’d learned a thing or two in the bedroom. Now he couldn’t even fathom a new conquest. All that mattered was teaching Marcus, loving him and giving him his all.

“Do you remember how it felt when I took your virginity?” He brushed Marcus’s hair back—silky, black, and shiny.

“It hurt, and then it felt like heaven.”

“This’ll be much the same. Even if it feels weird, don’t tense up. I’ll ease it in, nice and slow, okay?”

Marcus nodded, and
Tyler
guided him down to his side. His back was toned to perfection, a beautiful golden hue like the rest of his body. He lubed up the silicone phallus and spread the man’s ass cheeks apart to reveal the tight, puckered hole. So tight. He’d love the chance to fuck him today, but he’d promised his lover a chance at this new experience. Besides,
Tyler
knew in his heart that this act would solidify their relationship, make him Marcus’s as much as the other man was his.

It was difficult breaching the tight anal ring. As much as he didn’t want to hurt Marcus, he knew from experience the pain would be brief. In time, he’d learn to love that initial stab of pain, the promise of pleasure to come. He let the fake cock dangle, just an inch inserted, until Marcus adjusted. While he waiting he showered his back with kisses, nipping his shoulder blades, his ear lobes, and stubbled jawline.

Once Marcus began to moan, wiggling against the toy,
Tyler
continued to feed the cock into his ass. It glided in smoothly thanks to the lube and the man’s willingness to accept the length. “How does it feel, baby? Do you like your ass filled up?”

“I prefer your cock, your heat.”

“Later. You get something even better tonight. You’ve only lost half your virginity. Today will make things official.”
Tyler
rolled to his side. “Come on, let me feel you inside me.”

The bed shifted as Marcus turned. He heard the spurt of lube as he prepared himself. Then his hand was over his hip as he positioned himself
against
Tyler
’s ass. He felt the cool shock of the lubrication as he nudged his opening. It had been a long time since he had a man, but this would be like any other because, for the first time, real feelings were involved. “I might hurt you.”

“Don’t worry about me, darlin’. This ain’t my first rodeo. I won’t complain if you ram me hard.” He meant it.
Tyler
found a perverse pleasure in the pain of hard sex and erotic punishment. Nothing he planned to subject his sweet boy to, but he was game.

Marcus pushed himself into
Tyler
, entering him in a firm, consistent thrust. The city boy groaned and shuddered as he filled his ass. “Oh, God.”

“Show me what you’re made of.”
Tyler
grabbed the headboard with one hand, bracing himself for a workout. Marcus didn’t fail him. The other man must have been as pent-up as him, thrusting and pistoning in and out of his ass like a machine.

His body was lit up with sensation, his ass spasming, his cock thickening. Reality spiraled out of focus as his orgasm loomed just beneath the surface. He began to pump his cock to match the rhythm of Marcus’s big dick fucking him. The dual stimulation was too much. He wouldn’t last long.

“Come on, sweetheart. Fill me up! I wanna feel your hot seed inside me.” As if following his command, Marcus gasped, his hand digging into his hip as he pumped this release into
Tyler
. His own cum sprayed the coverlet as he reached his peak, the sticky mess coating his knuckles.

Marcus kissed his moist neck, not pulling out of him, just lying close without moving. “How’d I do for my first time?”

“You’re a natural. But I hope we’ll have lots and lots of practice.”
Tyler
clenched around Marcus’s semi-flaccid cock, making him groan against his neck.

They rolled apart, only to snuggle closer, face-to-face. He could never tire of looking into the Italian’s dark, exotic features. The man belonged on a magazine cover, and here he was, all his.

“Where will you go from here?” asked Marcus.

“Paying events are in Essa now. Drifters follow the money, so I guess that’s where I’m heading.”

“What about me?” He could hear the caution and vulnerability in Marcus’s voice, and it made him want to hold onto the man and never let go.

He kissed him on the lips, once, twice. “You go where I go.”

Marcus sat up, breaking their intimate bubble. “Is it really that simple in your head? I just throw away my whole life and travel the rodeo circuit with you?”

“I thought that’s what you had in mind when you came out here looking for me.”

“I needed to see you, to get some closure.
Tyler
, I have a condo, a job, and family back in the city. I can’t just not go back—that’s not how real life works.”

He hopped off the bed and tugged on his boxer briefs. “So what was I? A fantasy? A good, part-time fuck?”

“No! You’re putting words in my mouth.” Marcus slipped the remainder of the dildo out of his ass and tossed it on the bed beside him.

“Am I? You’re not coming with me, so I guess that means you’re heading home to your
real
life.”

“What do you expect? I’ve known you a week. Am I supposed to throw away my whole life and take a risk on you?”

Tyler
cringed on the inside, but didn’t let it show. What else did he expect? Every man he’d shared a bed with only saw him as a bedmate, a man-whore with nothing of value besides a good romp in the hay. It never bothered him until now. Now it fucking hurt. He wanted to get down on one knee and beg Marcus to stay, to love him, but he wouldn’t.

“Maybe I should just hop in my truck and hit the highway.” He pulled on his Wranglers.

“I forgot to tell you. Your truck has at least one flat.”

“What are you talking about?”

“When I went to get your bag, there was this guy lurking around. He pointed out the flats.”

Tyler
’s heart clenched and throat tightened. “What did he look like?”