The Devil Wears Spurs [Winchester Arizona 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Special Edition) Page 3

  The pleasing aroma of sandalwood or cedar or whatever the hell it was filled the room when Vinny lighted a candle. The familiar fragrance reminded Stetson of his best friend, Doc McClellan, for some reason and he felt a warm glow inside that gave him peace.

  Vinny cleaned up his back, making it sting like a bitch, but Stetson knew it was necessary. The gentle way the older man cradled his head while he gave him some sweet wine and then a water bottle to drink was oddly endearing. It should have made him feel awkward, but strangely, having someone hold his glass for him while he drank struck a warm bond that was softer but just as powerful as whatever the hell had happened between them in Vinny’s dungeon.

  The topmost buttons of his mentor’s shirt were undone as he held Stetson and played with his hair, cooing praises to him and kissing his head. When had Vinny removed the upper layers of his suit? Stetson unwittingly nuzzled closer to the warmth of the man’s strong chest.

  Vincent tilted Stetson’s chin and gazed into his eyes. His head lowered and his mouth covered Stetson’s. The smooth firmness of male lips pressed against his, demanding entrance. When Stetson’s lips parted timidly Vinny’s tongue swooped in to fondle his with heat and dampness in a kiss that was as tender as it was sexual.

  Material skated over Stetson’s chest as Vinny slowly loosened the remaining buttons on his long-sleeved shirt. The man guided Stetson’s hand to the smoldering heat of his hairy chest. Vinny’s sturdy body had slight thickness in the waistline from loss of youth, but he was in great shape for a man his age. His strong, solid body was a medium build and his chest had the same silver dusting of hair as his head.

  “Touch my body,” Vinny whispered, brushing his hand over Stetson’s hair.

  Stetson watched in stunned fascination as he glided his fingertips down Vinny’s sternum and then teased one of his nipples with his thumb.

  Vinny smiled and opened his slacks, freeing his beast of a cock. “Shh. I want you to look at it. Touch me.”

  Stetson’s hand trembled against the thick, bulging erection, growing hot when Vinny showed him how he liked to be touched.

  He heard a light clack like a container had been opened and saw Vinny squeeze clear gel onto his fingers. Nervousness settled in the pit of Stetson’s stomach. The pressure in his lower abdomen felt heavy with a deep ache that seemed instinctual and primitive.

  Vinny captured his mouth in another dizzying kiss, but Stetson broke it and winced when cold jelly-coated fingers sent an icicle of sensation through his anus.

  “Shh. It’s okay, baby.”

  Vinny traced the rim of the puckered hole before pushing his finger inside. His dick hardened even more when Stetson’s cock jumped against Vinny’s erection at the unexpected dart of sensation that shot through his anal tissues. Stetson’s breathing shortened and intensified as more fingers were gradually inserted into his sphincter, lubing and stretching him for the other man’s will.

  “You need this, baby. You need my cock inside you like you need my mark on your shoulder,” Vinny lulled as he stood, kicked off his shoes and socks and then stepped out of his slacks and underwear.

  What mark? Stetson was too drugged to ask.

  Air rushed from his lungs when Vinny laid him on his back, stirring penetrating heat that made him ache from where the towel and bed compressed against his raw back. A cry of ecstasy came from him when Vinny straddled his lap and put erotic pressure on Stetson’s achy balls with his. His mentor’s rigid shaft felt like satin against his own bloated dick.

  Vinny smiled. “You never thought you’d enjoy the feel of male genitalia, did you?”

  Stetson shook his head, completely fallen under the older man’s spell. He sucked in a sharp breath of air when Vinny fondled his chest and abs.

  “Your body is even better than I imagined. You’ve worked hard to get this fit. I’m proud of you offering your Dominant the best version of yourself.”

  Stetson’s heart thumped and his belly tightened with arousal even as his brain screamed, “I’m a Dom! This isn’t me!”

  “I’m clean, but my papers are on the nightstand.”

  “I believe you.”

  Vinny appeared pleased as he handed the papers to him. “Look them over anyway. For all you know I’m a lying bastard.”

  Stetson smiled timidly, barely registering what he read. When it finally computed he saw that Vinny was in the clear. His mentor set the papers aside, lightly grinding into Stetson’s scrotum with the movement.

  Vinny situated himself on the bed between Stetson’s thighs and then pushed Stetson’s legs up against his chest. A barely audible mewl fluttered from him at the tug on his exhausted back muscles and the sudden pinching on his anus when Vincent probed him there with his engorged cock.

  “I know it hurts, but it’ll get better when you feel my penis rubbing your prostate.”

  The explicit language and provocative sight of seeing a naked man work his dick into Stetson’s ass sent hot and cold tremors of need rippling through him.

  “Lisa never played with your ass, did she?” Vinny’s features were tenser, possibly jealous.

  Stetson shook his head.

  “Did you want her to?”

  He blushed and averted his eyes. “Yeah, but she was a good woman.”

  “A woman who demands you become a Dominant like she needs but refuses to satisfy your own needs is not a good woman, Stetson.” Vinny looked irritated, but his stern tone became primal grunts as he dug his cock deeper into Stetson’s virgin ass, willing the anal ring of muscles to open.

  Stetson felt guilty again. He wanted to defend Lisa, but some part of what his friend said made sense. It would feel disloyal to argue with Vinny when he was always right.

  “I always knew you were a switch. Your submission is the most beautiful thing you could possibly give me,” Vincent ground out.

  Stetson felt shy and open when Vinny spread his legs wide and rested Stetson’s bare feet against the addicting plane of muscle and soft tufts of hair on Vinny’s chest. He trembled, feeling warmth spread through him at the way the older man’s eyes closed and his lips bestowed delicate kisses on Stetson’s foot and his hairy calf.

  Was his mentor this tender with all his bedmates?

  He took Stetson’s hand in his. “Just breathe.”

  Stetson took a deep breath, crying out when Vinny’s thick cock cleared his sphincters and sank deep into his rectum. He squeezed the older man’s hand, finding comfort in the worn maturity of his experienced hand and the reassuring squeeze back.

  “Shh. You’re all right. Tell me what you’re feeling.”

  “Pain and fullness. I can feel you stretching me. God, it hurts.”

  Vinny crooned to him and caressed his quivering body. “The pain will lessen. Isn’t this what you wanted?”

  Stetson managed an uneasy snicker. “Pain on the outside, not on the inside. If this is normal why is anyone gay?”

  Vinny laughed. “You’ll understand once I get going. Just take a deep breath and adjust to the feel of me inside you.”

  Stetson groaned and tried to calm his heaving chest. “What does it…Oh god, what does it feel like?”

  “Being inside you? It feels hot and tight. Your ass walls feel like velvet and the lube feels warm and wet.” Vinny kissed each of the toes on Stetson’s right foot, warming the digits with every humid exhale. “When you clench on me it feels like a vacuum.”

  Stetson automatically clenched around Vinny’s cock, growing hot when he moaned.

  “I’m going to fuck you now. Open your body for me.” Vincent’s voice turned husky. “Good boy. Grab your cock. I want you to look into my eyes and masturbate while I fuck you. The only two places I’m permitting you to look are into my eyes and at my cock driving into your ass and taking away your anal virginity.”

  The dominant words and illicit sight of Vinny’s erection thrusting in and out of him slowly burned Stetson up. The firelight flickered like an ethereal kind of magic on Vinny’s skin and the in
and out motion of his moving cock in Stetson’s tight asshole, plunged him deeper into an erotic trance.

  He fisted his erection, stroking it slowly as he alternated between watching a man’s penis plunder his virgin hole and looking up into the eyes of the man he trusted more than anyone…except for Doc. No one was like him.

  Why his best friend kept creeping into Stetson’s mind was a mystery to him. Doc was a looker, but Stetson simply admired one of God’s creations. He appreciated the man in a wholesome way while acknowledging that he was attractive. Nothing suggestive about that.

  A feral cry escaped Stetson before he could stop it when the bulbous head of Vinny’s erect penis began to caress his prostate at a satisfying angle. The sensation of something tunneling up his ass felt strange and unnatural, but not painful like the entry had been. It was a dull, uncomfortable burn like the hot coals of a dying fire rather than the inferno of suffering he had experienced during the commencement of the penetration.

  Stetson tried to steady his breathing as he felt every inch of the man’s organ inside of him. Vinny’s scrotum tapped gently against his bottom and the heat from his body caressed Stetson in sexual fire.

  The other man’s rough sounds of passion combined with Stetson’s, making him feel hot and weak. Vincent rammed into him with a startling force that wrung a cry of pain from his throat. Stetson moaned at the searing fire of uncomfortable pleasure that burned from within. His rectum heated with use as his loins burned and ached with a raging lust that sizzled out of control.

  Stetson’s breath caught and his jaw dropped at the feel of a powerful, masculine hand around his shaft once Vinny pushed his hand away.

  “Call me Sir and I’ll let you come.” Vinny’s rasp was savage with lust. “Acknowledge me as your Dom.”

  Stetson felt so high and so low at once he couldn’t tell up from down. This was wrong, not because of what it was, but because of who it was. Then why did it feel so right, so bonding even as it unsettled him?

  He shivered with vulnerability and then with chills of sexual excitement when Vincent dominated him with his dark eyes and seduced Stetson’s cock with his hand.

  “Please, Sir,” he whispered, stunned by the security and subconscious terror of his own submission to another man.

  Vinny’s face became wild like he’d lost his mind. He jerked Stetson’s dick so fast he almost didn’t see Vinny’s hand moving. The man hammered into his ass, ripping a vanquished outcry from Stetson as he came hard and spilled his warm, messy cum all over his own body.

  “Oh Jesus!”

  Vinny’s huge erection being sucked by his asshole took Stetson’s breath away and his eyes crossed when Vinny battered him harder and deeper as he roared his release and flooded Stetson’s bowels with the hot bath of his semen.

  Stetson lay there quaking and slack-jawed, unable to believe the magnitude of pleasure, the startling confusion, and faint guilt over letting another man fuck him. He barely felt Vinny pull out of him, but he was very aware of the way his mentor’s harsh pants and the contorted expression of gratification on his face made the pulse in his own sated cock stronger.

  Vinny sounded breathless as he covered Stetson’s body with his, making Stetson whimper at the contact on his oversensitive genitals. Vinny’s breath blew warm on Stetson’s face as he ran his hand over Stetson’s perspiration-dampened hairline and used his other arm to cradle his head from beneath him.

  The long, drugging kiss Vincent gave him was bonding on a level he was afraid to understand.

  Vinny pulled back slowly and rested his forehead and nose against Stetson’s, basking him in the humid spirituality of his own breath.

  “You’re shaking,” Vinny murmured. “Tell me the truth. Was that the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had?”

  “Yes,” Stetson whispered, feeling protected and confused.

  He wasn’t sure whether or not he liked the strangeness of warm semen streaming out of his anus. The feel of Vincent’s male body against his and the soothing hush of the man’s voice was arousing.

  “Good boy.”

  Stetson’s eyes closed and his lips parted when Vinny whispered a kiss against his forehead.

  “I’m going to claim you as mine and leave my mark on your body.” Tiny shivers rippled from the place where Vinny lightly bit his shoulder with his teeth. “But not tonight.”

  A feeble moan tumbled from Stetson’s lips when Vinny sucked on his neck.

  “Didn’t I tell you that only I can give you what you need?” Vinny asked in a low growl.

  “Yes.” Stetson tilted his head, exposing his throat to the dominant man.

  He felt cold and unwell as the other man licked his throat into a state of nirvana. Vincent rolled over and pulled Stetson into his arms, chasing away the guilt and confusion with the comforting heat of his body.

  “That was the strongest orgasm of my life, too.” Vinny grazed the backs of his fingers over Stetson’s hip, inducing chilly shudders.

  Stetson’s eyes felt heavy as he slowly started to close them, finding security in the gentle rhythm of Vinny’s heart. Stetson nuzzled against the man’s warm chest that rose and fell gently against his tired face. As he drifted off to sleep he heard Vinny whisper, “I’ll never let you go now, my submissive little mate.”

  * * * *

  When Stetson’s eyes opened it took him a second to figure out where he was. It was morning and he was lying naked in Vincent Malone’s bed. He jumped a little and the events of the night before flooded back into his mind—the flogging with chainmail, the sounding, the sex.

  Mother of God, the sex. His eyes bugged out. He’d slept with Vinny.

  Fuck!

  The sound of running water in the bathroom told him Vinny was taking a shower. At least he hadn’t woken up in Vinny’s arms. That would have been awkward as hell.

  Stetson got up and pulled his clothes on quickly, trying to scrape off the flaky streak of dried cum on his thigh that looked shiny and scaly where it marked him. His hands shook when he grabbed his keys and wallet.

  What the hell happened between them last night? Was it a one-night stand and they would never speak of it again? Would they stay friends or go their separate ways?

  He was a Dom. Why the hell had he submitted to Vinny and been so turned on by it?

  Why had Vinny said those amorous things to him? What did it mean? What the fuck did it all mean?

  Stetson left and spent the entire day in a haze back at the ranch. He couldn’t think straight, though thinking was all he did as he showered and then did his chores. He ignored Vinny’s attempts to call him on his cell phone. He didn’t mean to be rude, but what the hell should he say to his mentor?

  At sundown Stetson was in the barn alone and he froze when he turned and saw Vinny standing there in casual clothes. He looked good in anything. He looked good naked.

  Shut up! You’re straight!

  “Running won’t change anything,” Vinny told him seriously. “It happened, Stetson.”

  Stetson’s hands and knees started to shake and his stomach knotted with nervousness. “I really don’t want to talk about it.”

  “We’re going to talk about it. Tell me what you’re feeling.”

  Lord, he hated talking about his feelings. That was for women. Men didn’t need to talk. They needed to act.

  Speaking of actions…fuck! Quit thinking about it!

  Vinny waited in silence, but when no reply came his tone sharpened. “Answer me.”

  Warmth tinged Stetson’s cheeks and he felt vulnerable again. “Confused. Embarrassed. Guilty.”

  “You have no reason to be embarrassed. You were a phenomenal lover and I will keep your secret.”

  Stetson blushed, unable to look at him. He felt strangely flattered by the compliment. “Thanks.”

  “And as to the guilt, that’s simply your brain overanalyzing this. You’re an adult and unattached. You did nothing wrong.”

  “I still feel bad like I did.”

 
“Why is it wrong?” Vinny challenged. “Are you opposed to the idea of men fucking one another?”

  Stetson shook his head, still incapable of looking the other man in the eye. “No. It’s fine for some people, but not for me. I’m straight.”

  Vinny’s stone-serious expression didn’t change, but the glimmer of humor in his dark eyes suggested that he rejected Stetson’s claim. “I think we both know that’s not true.”

  The words sent Stetson’s heart slamming into his rib cage. “I’m not gay.”

  “Then you’re bisexual.”

  “Are you?”

  Vinny stared at him, but his face didn’t let on about his thoughts. “I’m gay.”

  He should have known. Stetson cleared his throat and grabbed a broom to sweep away the pieces of hay lying on the floor. “You should have told me, Vinny.”

  “It wasn’t pertinent before. Put the broom down.”

  “Fuck you. I’m not your sub.” The words felt forced coming out of his mouth. He’d always shown the older man respect and he felt bad for doing otherwise now.

  From the corner of his eye he saw Vinny approach him with swift, confident strides, making Stetson cringe at the space between them that was quickly eaten up. Vinny put his hand on the broom and looked at him with sharp eyes that had Stetson lowering his and relinquishing the broom.

  “I know this is difficult for you to grasp, but in time you will come to accept that you’re bisexual, a switch, and a masochist.”

  “I’m none of those things. You know I’m a bit of a sadist.”

  Stetson tried to step away, feeling a jolt go through him when Vinny’s touch on his arm stilled his weak attempt at retreat. His eyes closed and he couldn’t believe how a harmless touch he’d taken for granted thousands of times could suddenly take on a new meaning. He felt the width and length of Vinny’s fingers on his skin, the warmth of the man’s palm, and for a second he couldn’t breathe.

  “You are all of those things, Stetson. You can be both a sadist and a masochist. Most people aren’t both. That’s what makes you so special.” Vinny let go of him. “Look at me.”