A Cowboy in Ravenna (7 page)

Chace swallowed. “You need me, Trin.”

Trin shook his head. “ Ugly.”

“No!” Chace took a deep breath and then put his mouth on Trin’s cock.

Trin shouted and claws caged Chace’s head as he held him locked between his legs.

“It’s all right,” Chace breathed around Trin’s cock, knowing that Trin was lost inside this creature, that he needed Chace to ease his lust. “It’s all right.” He had never sucked another man, but it didn’t seem to take any skill with Trin. He licked him, suckled him, putting all the hurt, the love in his heart into his touch.

Trin.

Trin thrust, and Chace’s mouth was full of cock, but he couldn’t take it all… Huge. He choked and pulled free.

Trin groaned. “Hurting,” he moaned.

“Shhh, I want to,” he told Trin. “I want to suck your cock. Just…not all of it. I can’t take all of it, okay?” He put his mouth back on Trin.

His claws scored the hardwood.

“More, you need me to take more.” Chace used his hands, working Trin like he was clay, jerking his hand up and down so he could stimulate him.

Trin panted, eyes slitted, sharpened teeth gleaming. Jesus, he looked feral. Chace sucked strongly and again those hands caged his head. Claws rasped against his scalp, encouraging him to suck harder. He let himself go, trusting the beast, needing to give him relief. His cock was aching but he ignored it. Trin thrust, his hips lifting as if he couldn’t help himself, fucking Chace’s mouth.

“Cocksucker,” Trin whispered, those sleepy burning eyes on Chace, as if he loved watching him.

“I love being your cocksucker.” He centred himself like he was doing a difficult stretch in yoga, relaxing his throat muscles. Then he took Trin as deeply as he could, his mouth stretched wide.

Trin groaned and come shot into Chace’s waiting mouth, searing his tongue, smoky and sweet. Dizzy, he drank everything Trin gave as he held Chace, forcing him to receive.

Finally, Chace fell limp against Trin, body aching from use.

Trin crushed him close. Sharp teeth grazed his shoulder.

“Yes,” Chace said, without surprise.

Trin bit, striking deep into Chace’s neck.

Chace came again, violently, clawing Trin as his hips snapped and he shot all over the beast. The contractions went on and on, pulling come from his body, pulling
everything
and giving it to Trin.

Trin’s hot breath against his skin, his trembling hand stroking Chace’s hair. Wet with spend and wrecked, Chace took the comfort. Trin licked the mark on Chace’s neck and it stopped stinging. He was safe against Trin’s big warm body.

He curled a possessive hand around Trin’s cock.

“Yours,” Trin rasped.

Chace rooted for it, taking Trin in his mouth. Not to suck, because he was beyond that, but just because he wanted Trin’s cock filling him.

His eyes closed. Curled safe against his beast, he fell asleep.

Chapter Six

“What the fuck?” Trin’s voice was a slap.

Chace rolled away, but he still got enough of a picture from his peripheral vision to see Trin was back to normal.

Chace’s neck throbbed. He smelt come and sweat on his body as well as his wrinkled, shredded clothes, though his clothes were in better shape than Trin’s.

Trin stood. Fabric fragments fell off his body. He put his hands on his hips and his head fell back. He looked all ornery cowboy this morning. “Chace. Chace, look at me.” Trin’s knees cracked and he knelt beside Chace. “Did I hurt you? Fuck, tell me you’re okay! You look—”

“No, I’m not hurt.”

“I can smell blood.”

Chace used his hands to balance himself as he got to his feet. “I’m going to take a shower.”

“Chace, goddammit!”

Chace slammed the bathroom door behind him. He avoided looking at himself in the mirror, his eyes squinting against bright lemon sunshine. Had they really slept all night tangled together on the
floor?

He fiddled with the shower. When the water was almost hot enough to burn, he got under it. He closed his eyes, throat aching, leaning against the tiles.

The water was pink on his chest. Blood.

The bathroom door burst open. Chace was surprised Trin had waited as long as he had. He stared at Trin through the shower glass, waiting. Trin cracked it open and spray hit the flokati bathroom rug.

“Chace, I need to examine you.” Trin’s voice was gentle, the healer.

Recognising what category he’d be slotted into, someone for Trin to take care of again, Chace spun away. “I’m
fine.
”

Trin’s smoke-grey eyes were heavy as cumulus clouds. “You’re not fine. Your neck is bleeding.”

“You bit me.”

Trin dropped his gaze.

“You bit me and I loved it.” Chace looked away. “But that doesn’t matter now, does it? Now you’re going to give me some bullshit that you need to take care of me.”

Trin’s big muscled body crowded the shower. “I’ll always need to take care of you,” he said. “Now more than ever. I’m…sorry.”

Chace’s eyes stung, resentment boiling in his gut. “I’m sure you are.”

Trin’s hands were tentative on Chace’s shoulders. He gasped at the touch, even though he was expecting it. Trin bent close to him, sniffed at the scab on his neck. His hands tightened. “I’m an asshole.”

“Yes.”

“Soap?”

Chace handed him the bar and Trin opened the wrapping. The scent of sandalwood lit the air like fire. Chace’s body relaxed. Soap, slick nude man against man. Trin.

“Let me take care of you. I know you’re angry, disgusted, but I won’t hurt you.”

Chace smacked Trin in the chest so he hit the glass wall. “Let’s be clear. I
loved
last night.” He looked away. “It’s you who has a problem with it.”

He heard Trin swallow. “You can’t have loved it.”

“Don’t you fucking tell me how I feel!”

After a long pause, Trin ran the soap over Chace’s tense shoulder. “All right, I won’t.”

Chace’s gaze lifted. He stared at Trin, saw the absorption in his eyes as he stroked the bar over Chace’s chest. The soap was slick and hard. Chace’s breathing picked up. Helplessly, his cock stiffened.

“Chace, you shouldn’t want me.”

“That’s bogus.”

“After what you saw last night—”

“About that.” Chace raised a brow, trying to be cool and no-big-deal while his body kindled under Trin’s touch. The soap slid down his hips now, back and forth. His cock twitched, as if asking to be petted.

Trin gusted out a sigh. “All right, I’ll tell you about me. You’ll need to know now.”

“Very gracious of you.” But his voice sounded more breathless than sarcastic.

Trin hesitated and then started washing Chace’s sex.

“Oh, fuck me…” Chace moaned. He gripped Trin’s wrist, holding him there, just where he was needed.

“You shouldn’t let me do this.”

“I’m a very dirty boy with a vivid imagination,” Chace said. “You better spend extra time down there.”

Trin shot him an amused look as he knelt, lifted Chace’s leg and then the soap bar was between his legs, gliding over Chace’s balls and up into his crack.

Chace’s head fell back. He humped Trin’s hand, getting the delicious friction he needed. “Gonna come!”

The soap dropped, followed by Trin’s mouth on Chace’s needy prick.

“Ahhhh!” Chace shot, looking down at the gut-twisting view of Trin, all man, rough and muscular, with Chace’s come on his face, licking it from his lips.

“Taste,” Trin said, getting growly again.

“Oh yeah, taste me.” Even though he was sensitive after releasing, he tugged Trin’s wet silken hair as Trin licked Chace, cleaning his cock.

Trin pulled back and cupped Chace’s sex, squeezing gently, as if he liked to enjoy the weight in his hand.

Chace pushed deeper into Trin’s grip. “Feel that?”

Trin closed his eyes tightly, water sticking his hair to his skull like a helmet. He looked brutal, like an ancient gladiator. “Need…” He got to his feet, crowding Chace against the tiles, right under the spray. He rocked his hips against Chace, his erection prodding him. “I’m going to come on you. You’re going to stand here and let me.”

Chace gave a big
yes
to that idea by looping his arms around Trin, who crushed Chace against the tile, hips snapping back and forth, mouth on the mark he’d bitten into Chace’s neck. “Do me.”

Chace hooked a leg around Trin’s thigh, aroused again thanks to his handy-dandy nineteen-year-old body. “You mentioned showing me off to other men last night.” Chace liked the fantasy. Jesus.

“It’s required of a pack member when he claims his mate. I would show how you are whole.” Trin ran his hand down Chase’s waist to his hip, lifting his leg higher. Their cocks rubbed together, slick and hungry.

“I would show them how you are fruitful.” Trin lifted Chace’s heavy sac. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off it. He loved Chace’s maleness.

“I would show them how I possess you.” A finger nudged his opening and Chace caught his breath. He was clinging to Trin, alive to every sensation he offered.

“And I would display your mark.” Trin’s lips grazed the soreness on Chace’s neck. For some reason that bite made him hotter than he’d ever been. He wanted Trin to bite him again. He wanted to be at the mercy of that massive beast, under him, his sex held in a hand tipped by razor claws.

“You want it, you want that
thing!
” Trin looked shocked. He was picking up images from Chace again.

“He’s not a thing. I don’t know what he is…what
you
are, but you turned me on.”

Trin’s lips twisted.

“You accept me for who I am—an artist, a gay man. Why can’t you accept yourself?”

“Goddammit. We’re not going to talk about this.”

“Maybe not right now,” Chace huffed. Trin had his hands on his balls again, squeezing as if he wanted to milk Chace of his come. God, that was so hot. “You have a thing for my rocks,” he said.

“Yeah…” The absent tone was back. “I love it when you spill on my skin. I love how you sound, how you smell and it all starts here.”

Chace’s back was against the tiles and both legs were wrapped around Trin. Trin rocked his body in time with the pulsing squeeze of his hand. Pleasure zapped through Chace to the drum of his heartbeat. He closed his eyes and the sensations intensified. Pulse…breathe…pulse… Trin’s hand possessing all of him, all of him… Squeeze, thrust into Trin’s hand… Eyes snapping open, holding Trin’s gaze.

And coming. His head fell back, his mouth stretched wide…

Trin’s mouth was against his mark and Chace was coming, coming, coming. Trin’s nails were grating against the wall beside his head, the water was around them, primeval steam. Trin splashing his thigh with hot spend as he climaxed, the earthy scent of come.

Chace wrapped in Trin’s arms, his boy, his lover.

“That’s one way to get clean,” Chace panted. His legs were actually shaking. He put an arm around Trin and felt better when he realised Trin was no steadier on his feet. Trin snagged a towel and they wobbled to the bed which was still made up pristinely. After everything they’d done together, they hadn’t shared it yet.

Chace fell on it, sleepy and satisfied. “Don’t talk. I don’t need anything right now but you over me and some more sleep.”

Trin frowned. “We’ll miss breakfast. I think it’s only eight until ten.”

Chace’s body clock was still spinning. It didn’t feel like morning, but fuck, he was hungry for a midnight snack. “Hokay.” He closed his eyes.

Trin used the towel to dry Chace, lifting him like a doll and wiping his back. Trin’s hot breath against the back of his neck and the way he handled Chace made Chace’s cock stir.

“Jesus, Chace,” Trin said. But he reached down and took a possessive hold of Chace’s balls as if he couldn’t stop himself.

“Make me your boy again. I need to feel it.”

“If you had any sense, you wouldn’t let me touch you,” Trin growled. His hand was shaking.

“I like my balls in your hand. It reminds me of an illustration I saw once online.”

Behind Chace, Trin’s chest rose and fell, touching Chace’s back with each harsh breath. He was hard and hot. “Tell me.”

Trin wasn’t the only one breathing hard.

“It was a guy hooked up to this electrical equipment. He was chained down, all these wires and tubes attached to him, penetrating his cock and his ass.” Sweat broke out on Chace’s hairline.

Trin began to play with Chace again, working his shaft up and down so he whimpered. He spread his legs wider, encouraging Trin to take what he wanted.

“Some kind of electrical play,” Trin said, surprising Chace. He’d thought Trin probably just—
bam!—
had sex in a haystack when he needed to scratch his itch. Chace hadn’t thought maybe his cowboy had explored some of the exotic things that made Chace wild when he read about them online. “I used it on a woman I knew who liked it.”