Inherit the Sky (Lang Downs 1 ) (26 page)

B
Y THE time they loaded the truck with the supplies from Paul and Macklin slipped off to buy condoms, it was nearly lunchtime, so they ate in Boorowa before heading north to Lang Downs. They made decent time, but even so, with unloading the supplies and getting everything put away, it was dinnertime, and Caine hadn’t gotten so much as a kiss since they left the hotel room that morning. He bided his time, not wanting to provoke another confrontation with Macklin when a little patience would bring the end of the meal and a chance to have their usual evening beer.

As the men filed out after the meal, Caine followed Macklin toward his cabin, not speaking so he wouldn’t draw attention to them but not hiding either. The moment the door closed behind them, he threw himself into Macklin’s arms for a fast, hard kiss. “All day is way too long to go without being able to kiss you.”

“What are you going to do when we have to spend all day out in the paddocks with the mob?” Macklin asked, his voice rife with amusement.

Caine replied, stealing a second kiss.
“You didn’t get enough of piles of rocks when you ran into that
snake?” Macklin teased.
“I’ll be more careful next time,” Caine insisted. “Unless you have
a better suggestion?”

“Right now my suggestion involves less clothing and more
privacy,” Macklin replied, nudging Caine toward the bedroom. “I
swear that box of condoms is haunting me.”
Caine grinned even as his stomach curled at the thought of
making love with Macklin again. Would he be on his hands and knees,
his ass in the air like in his fevered imaginings, or would Macklin
prefer some other position? He couldn’t wait to find out. “What are we
w-waiting for?”
Macklin’s grin matched Caine’s. “Turned on already, pup?” Caine flushed at having given himself away with his stutter, but
he could hardly deny it. “You have that effect on m-me.”
“Good,” Macklin replied, his voice so smug Caine smacked him
in indignation. “What? Why is it bad to be glad I can turn my lover on
with a few words?”
“I d-don’t like it when I s-s-stutter,” Caine said defensively. Macklin kissed him so tenderly that Caine melted into the
foreman’s embrace. “I’m sorry you stutter because I know it makes you
uncomfortable, but I’m not sorry I can make you so aroused that you
can’t control it the way you usually do.Come to bed?”
Caine nodded his agreement, not even Macklin’s reassurances
enough to make him truly comfortable trying to talk when he knew he
wouldn’t get a sentence out without stuttering.
Macklin led him down a short hallway to the bedroom where they
had slept so peacefully two nights before. Caine didn’t expect tonight
to be nearly as peaceful, not at first anyway.
Unlike the last time they had come to Macklin’s bedroom
together, there was no shyness this time, no awkward hesitation as to
how the next few minutes would go. Macklin pulled Caine close, hands
moving swiftly over his clothes, stripping him to bare skin in seconds.
To Caine’s surprise, Macklin stepped back after that and let Caine
return the favor.
As tempting as it was to rush, Caine ignored the bite of cold air
on his skin and took his time pulling Macklin’s clothes off, licking,
kissing, caressing the skin he revealed, paying special attention to
Macklin’s nipples and then, as he sank to his knees, to Macklin’s cock. “I thought we were going to use those condoms,” Macklin said
hoarsely.
“W-we are,” Caine promised, “b-b-but I c-can d-d-do this f-first,
c-can’t I?”
“Not for long,” Macklin warned, staring down at Caine with
glittering eyes. “I couldn’t see you this morning. The sight of you on
your knees, your lips stretched around my dick, is almost too much.” Caine didn’t try to answer that comment, holding Macklin’s gaze
as he guided Macklin’s cock to his mouth, sucking it as deep as he
could.
“Fuck,” Macklin ground out, grabbing Caine’s arms and all but
tossing him onto the bed.
Caine looked back at Macklin over his shoulder and pushed up
onto his knees, wiggling his ass in teasing invitation.
“Greedy little bottom,” Macklin said again, kneeling on the bed
behind Caine.“Do you know what happens to people who tease me?” “Th-they g-g-get f-f-fucked?” Caine asked hopefully. “Eventually,” Macklin replied, “but first they get teased in
return.” His hand slid between Caine’s legs, fondling his sac and then
moving forward to stroke his cock.
Caine dropped his head to his forearms, uncaring of the wanton
picture he made, ass sticking up in the air in silent supplication. It was
hardly a secret he wanted Macklin to fuck him, and the longer the
foreplay went on the better, as far as Caine was concerned. The more
aroused he was, the easier it was for him to relax into being topped. He
had the random thought that this was maybe the reason he and John had
stopped fucking. Caine wasn’t ever turned-on enough to enjoy it. That wouldn’t be a problem with Macklin’s voice whispering in
his ear and Macklin’s hand jacking him slowly. He was already leaking
onto the quilt, and they’d hardly gotten started.
Then Macklin’s thumb pressed against Caine’s entrance, and
Caine let out a wordless sob. The digit filled his entrance without going
deep enough to find his prostate, making him focus completely on his
guardian muscle and the stretch of penetration. He lifted his hips more,
trying to find a comfortable position. Macklin’s thumb followed him, staying right there. “Relax,” the raspy voice murmured in his ear. “Get
used to the sensation.”
Caine tried to do as Macklin said, but his body didn’t want to
cooperate.
“You’re still tense, pup. Turn over,” Macklin said, his finger
slipping free for a moment.
Caine rolled onto his back. Macklin nudged his legs apart, settling
between them and smearing more lube on his fingers. Then his thumb
was back, that same awkward feeling of fullness without the additional
stimulation, except that this time, Macklin bent his head and licked
along Caine’s cock. The distraction worked. Caine’s muscles relaxed,
and the discomfort faded to a tingling awareness instead.
When Macklin lifted his head again, he looked at Caine, his face
serious.“How long has it been since someone last fucked you?” Caine shrugged. “A y-year, m-maybe a l-little more.” “Galah,” Macklin muttered. “He had you in his bed and didn’t
make love to you every chance he got? His loss.”
My gain
, Caine thought as Macklin leaned up and sucked on his
nipples in turn. He tossed on the bed, trying to get Macklin’s thumb
deeper, but the need to expel the intruder had passed, leaving him
aching for more, for Macklin’s thick cock.
More came first in the form of a finger joining Macklin’s thumb,
widening the stretch but hitting Caine’s sweet spot at the same time. He
cried out at the dual sensation, coming halfway off the bed. “Okay, pup?” Macklin asked, urging him back onto the mattress
and kissing him thoroughly until he relaxed. Macklin’s lips moved
lower, across his jaw and down over his collarbone. Caine arched into
the caress, body thrumming. Macklin tongued one nipple, winning a
moan from Caine. Then he took the taut nub between his teeth, the
pinch sending another frisson of need down Caine’s back.
“Not too rough?” Macklin asked as he released Caine. Caine shook his head, so Macklin repeated the caress on the other
side, his finger and thumb moving in a constant, slow rhythm inside
Caine’s body. Suddenly a second finger joined the others, pressing hard
on his prostate. Caine cried out again, but Macklin soothed him with
gentle hands. “Easy, pup. Am I hurting you?”

Caine shook his head vehemently. He appreciated Macklin’s
diligence in checking with him, but Caine wanted to stop thinking and
let go. He wanted Macklin to carry through on the promise of their
earlier encounters and take him out of himself and into release. “J-j-jjust f-fuck me already,” Caine gasped out.
Macklin shook his head. “No fucking, but I’ll make love to you.” The words charmed Caine despite his hurry. Macklin might still
be struggling with their relationship, but he wasn’t putting it on the
same plane as the anonymous encounters in his past. “J-just d-d-do it!” “Greedy little bottom,” Macklin teased. “You’re still too tense.
Come for me, and I’ll give you what you want.”
Caine bit back a shout of frustration. He didn’t want to come
without Macklin. Grabbing Macklin’s wrist, he pulled the other man’s
fingers free. “N-now!”
Macklin looked like he would keep arguing, but after a moment,
he put on a condom and moved between Caine’s legs. “Do you want to
turn over?”
Hands and knees with his ass in the air had been Caine’s fantasy,
but staring up at Macklin now, he realized this was even better. He
shook his head and reached for Macklin, guiding him into place.
Macklin moved willingly, pressing against Caine’s entrance until his
muscle gave and the tip popped through. Caine bit his lip at the
intrusion. Macklin’s fingers had stretched him, but this was different.
Immediately Macklin froze, leaning forward to lick Caine’s nipples.
“Let me know when it stops hurting.”
It didn’t actually hurt so much as it stung, but Caine appreciated
the moment to catch his breath. Even more than that, he appreciated the
obvious concern behind Macklin’s offer. Caine didn’t know how
Macklin treated a casual fuck, but he was getting the hang of how to
treat a lover.
The dual stimulation to his nipples and his prostate were enough
to keep Caine from giving Macklin permission to move in words, but
he tilted his hips so Macklin’s cock slid deeper into him. The foreman
took that as permission, surging even deeper until he was fully sheathed
in Caine’s body. “You feel too good,” Macklin murmured in Caine’s
ear. “I’m going to come too fast.”