Easton [Belt Buckle Ranch 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) Page 5

  Should I just get dressed and leave? Did he forget I was waiting for him? Didn’t he say to wait for him in here? Shit, what if he changed his mind?

  Trent walked in and Easton stopped in his tracks, his thoughts scattering. A very naked, wet-haired Trent strode right up to him. He wrapped a hand around Easton’s throat and walked him backward toward the bed. Opening his mouth, he started panting as Trent applied pressure. When the back of his legs hit the bed, Trent pushed him and Easton fell backward.

  “Move to the middle of the bed,” Trent ordered and Easton scooted sideways, moving his body until he was where Trent wanted him to be.

  When he was in position, Trent climbed up onto the bed and crawled toward him. The man’s green eyes sparked with lust and he licked his lips. Easton’s hands itched to reach out and touch, but he kept them in place, firmly on the mattress.

  Trent climbed on top of him, straddling his waist, and Easton moaned as hot, naked skin brushed against his. Trent slid his hands up Easton’s chest and he shivered from the contact. When the man’s fingers tweaked his nipples, Easton yelped from the sharp pain. It quickly morphed into pleasure, making his cock jerk, and pre-cum leak from the tip of his aching shaft.

  Shaking with excitement, Easton stared at Trent, begging for more with his eyes. The older man gripped Easton’s wrists and brought them up toward the metal headboard and pinned his arms above his head.

  “You’re mine,” he said, declaring ownership, and Easton swallowed hard.

  “Yes, sir.”

  He wanted to do exactly as Trent commanded. The urge to submit to the older man rocked him. He’d had fantasies of this and hoped to god that Trent would keep going. Trent was exactly where Easton wanted him—naked, straddling him, bare skin pressed against bare skin. There was no way Easton would move without the order from Trent. The older man was in control and he didn’t want to do or say anything that might stop Trent.

  “Keep your hands there,” Trent ordered, and Easton obeyed.

  The older man moved his hands and Easton stayed limp, giving Trent the power to do as he wished. Trent wrapped a cold metal cuff around Easton’s wrist and clicked it into place before moving to the next wrist and giving it the same attention. How the hell did I miss the cuffs?

  “Pull on the cuffs, test them,” Trent told him, and Easton pulled on the cuffs, testing his own strength. “If you want out of the cuffs at any time, tell me. You don’t need a safe word. Saying ‘no’ is enough.”

  Easton nodded. He agreed with what Trent had said, but he knew deep down that he wouldn’t say “no.” He wouldn’t call a halt no matter what the older man decided to do.

  “You’re so beautiful.” Trent ran his hands over Easton’s chest, scraping his blunt nails against Easton’s skin. “Do you like the idea of belonging to me, of me being in complete control of you?”

  Easton stared at him, unable to say a word, so he nodded. It was as if the man knew all of his deep, dark secrets. He wanted Trent to own him. He wanted the man to have complete control and power over his body. Without warning, he pinched Easton’s nipple hard, his fingernail digging into the sensitive flesh. Easton jerked underneath him. The spike of pain went straight to his cock.

  “You’re so sweet,” Trent murmured, brushing a finger across Easton’s mouth. “Soft.”

  Moving slowly, Trent climbed off Easton’s lap. He reached out and Easton sucked in a breath, waiting to see what the man would do. He wrapped his palm around Easton’s balls and squeezed tight. Easton pushed himself into Trent’s hand, eager for more attention. He didn’t care—pain or pleasure—he’d take anything from Trent. Trent leaned forward and dipped his head over Easton’s lap, rubbing his nose in the blond curls at the base of his shaft.

  As Easton stared down his body, Trent turned his head to the side, providing him with a perfect view. The man trailed his tongue up the line of Easton’s erection, a feather-light touch.

  Easton whimpered.

  Slowly…so very slowly, Trent’s lips reached the tip of his cock. Trent wrapped his mouth around the head and Easton was finally able to exhale.

  Pleasure raced through him, more intense than anything he’d ever known. Wet. Hot. Perfect. Easton stared at Trent in complete awe as the man dipped his head, taking more and more of Easton’s shaft into his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down and Easton couldn’t look away if he’d tried. Trent stared at him, brown eyes clashing with green. He knew the power he held over Easton and it was obvious he loved it.

  Pulling back, Trent held the base of Easton’s cock and flashed him a toothy grin before sliding the sharp edges against his dick from tip to base. When he came back to the head of Easton’s cock, Trent bit down. The mixture of pain mixed with pleasure sparked something deep inside of Easton. He bucked, unable to remain still another moment. Trent sucked Easton back into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and applying pressure.

  Thrusting his hips up off the bed, Easton came. “Sir!” he shouted.

  The world tipped, flipping upside down. It took him a while to come back to reality. All that existed was Trent. Easton shook his head and blinked rapidly, trying to wake himself up. When his vision finally cleared, Easton saw Trent. The man was removing his cuffs. Disappointment consumed him. He wasn’t ready for this to end. He didn’t want Trent to send him home, not yet.

  “Hands and knees, boy,” Trent growled, and Easton followed his order immediately. Trent slid one moist finger into him, quick and rough, and Easton groaned, arching his back. “You like the bite of pain, don’t you, Easton?”

  He nodded rapidly and moaned, “Yes, Sir.”

  Trent didn’t make him wait too long before giving him more. One finger quickly became two as Trent stretched him, adding more lube. Easton pushed back, desperate to feel those magical fingers deeper inside of him. After a few minutes of finger fucking, Trent added a third digit, swirling his fingers, and Easton rocked his hips back and forth.

  “So good,” he whispered.

  “I’m always safe and use condoms. I get tested every three months…” Trent started.

  “Me, too,” Easton quickly interrupted.

  He already knew where this conversation was going and he was definitely on board. From the dirty talk in the barn yesterday, he’d been thinking about having the older man’s spunk buried deep inside his ass. He was desperate for it. He wanted Trent to lay his claim and mark him.

  “I have all my tests printed out in a folder in my office. I can show you.” He started to pull his hand free, but Easton sat up, pushing the digits back into his ass.

  “I have the papers at the ranch. We can show each other later. I trust you.” Easton wasn’t about to let Trent walk out of the bedroom. He was in bed with the man and trusted Trent with his body.

  “Okay, so we’ve both been tested. I’ll give you a choice. Condom…yes or no. One word answer. It doesn’t matter what it is, I’m going to fuck you nice and hard. I’ll give you exactly what you need. If it’s too soon…”

  “No,” he simply said. “No condom.”

  Easton didn’t even need to think. He wanted to feel Trent’s naked cock inside of him. He needed the man’s cum inside his ass. Trent removed his digits and shifted his body closer as he moved behind Easton. He felt the head of the man’s cock touch his hole and held his breath. Laying his head on the pillow, Easton spread his thighs further apart. Trent grabbed his hips in a tight grip and thrust forward, sheathing himself completely within Easton’s body in one hard thrust.

  Easton gasped. There was some pain, but the momentary discomfort quickly turned to pleasure. Trent rocked his hips and Easton felt every inch of the man’s shaft deep inside him as he started to move hard and fast. Trent set a punishing rhythm, and each time he thrust, sent waves of pleasure through Easton’s body. Easton wanted to reach down and jack his cock, but he didn’t dare move. Riding the edge or his climax, Easton did his best to hold back and wait for Trent to grant him permission to come.

  A hard slap c
ame down on Easton’s ass and he slammed his eyes shut. One more smack and his second orgasm tore through him, making him scream.

  Trent moved his hands up. He grabbed Easton’s shoulders, gripping him hard for leverage. His thrusts became jerky as he pounded into Easton. Harder. Faster. His fingers dug into Easton’s shoulder muscles as he came. Warm spunk filled Easton’s ass. He felt the man’s release pour into him.

  A moment later, Trent collapsed on top of Easton, panting for breath. He turned his head to the side and smiled, enjoying Trent’s weight. It felt comforting in a way that Easton couldn’t explain and he wanted the man to stay connected to him, but Trent pulled away. Easton winced at the loss. Trent’s seed trickled out of him and he moved his ass, enjoying the feeling. He loved having Trent inside of him even if the man himself wasn’t.

  Trent climbed off the bed and Easton turned his head. He watched as Trent strode to the dresser. He pulled something out and walked back. Before Easton could even ask, Trent held up a large stainless-steel butt plug. He turned it over in his hand, revealing a diamond-like stone at the base.

  “Keep your ass in the air for me.” Trent growled.

  He held the tip of the plug against Easton’s ass and pushed it inside. The cold steel was a contrast against the heat he felt. He let out a small yelp once the plug was firmly in place. Trent tapped the end and Easton shivered. His cock stirred, taking notice, once again wanting attention.

  “I want that plug to be in your ass when you come over tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow?” Easton asked, as he dropped to his side, staring intently at Trent.

  “It’s time for you to go home, Easton.”

  Those words felt like a slap in the face after all they had shared. Was this it? Was this their whole relationship? Fuck, did they even have a relationship? At first, Easton hadn’t minded the idea of casual sex. But now, he wanted the other man to care for him the way he was starting to. With his throat clogged with emotion, Easton didn’t say a word as he slid off the bed.

  He picked his dirty clothes off the floor and dressed haphazardly. He waited for Trent to say something, anything, but the space between them remained silent. Why does my heart hurt? When he was fully dressed, he brushed past Trent and headed for the front door.

  Grabbing his hat off the hook, he shoved it on his head before speed walking to the truck.

  Maybe Trent really didn’t care about him. Maybe he was too soft. What made you think he even liked you? Just because he wants to fuck, doesn’t mean he actually wants a relationship. It’s my own fault. Trent had warned him, but Easton’s craving for the man was too great. Shaking his head, Easton pushed the negative thoughts away. He might be young and a little naïve, but Easton knew exactly what he wanted, and he wanted Trent for longer than a brief sexual affair.

  Chapter 7

  Easton followed Trent’s orders and kept the plug firmly planted in his ass. He took another shower when he got home before climbing into bed and going to sleep. When he woke up, he started a new day without removing the steel. With every movement he made, Easton was aware of the plug and his mind seemed to be solely focused on Trent, which turned him on and pissed him off simultaneously.

  He went through an internal battle whether he should remove the plug and disobey Trent or just try to deal with it and make it through the day. Out of his depth and slightly uncomfortable, Easton managed to pull on his jeans and tuck his erection away. His cock wouldn’t deflate and Easton didn’t want to take the time to jack off when chores were waiting.

  Moving slower than usual, he made it downstairs to sit with the rest of the men for breakfast. He was normally awake and out the door before the household woke up, but everyone seemed to be up early for some unknown reason. Sitting down for breakfast was an eye-opening experience as he shifted on the chair, trying to find some relief. Fuck!

  “You doing okay over there?” Oliver asked with a raised brow.

  “Yeah, of course, why?”

  “Nothing.” He shook his head. “You just don’t look very comfortable.”

  “I’m fine.” He waved Oliver’s concern away.

  “Trent’s foreman and the other hands should be back in town by the end of the week,” Wyatt informed him, and Easton nodded as he took a bite.

  He didn’t want to talk about the end. He knew what would happen. Trent’s employees would show up and he would no longer be needed at Twin Acres. Just enjoy it while it lasts.

  “You’ll be able to take a break soon. I’m sure he’s working you pretty hard over there.” Easton’s eyes widened slightly as he choked down his bite. If they only knew how hard Trent works me.

  Easton ate quickly before excusing himself and heading for Trent’s ranch. With each step, he wondered if Trent would make him wear the damn plug all day.

  When he arrived at Twin Acres, Trent greeted him inside the barn. “Unbutton your shirt and pull out your cock.”

  Without asking a single question, Easton obeyed the man’s orders. A small voice inside his mind cheered, relived that Trent still wanted to play with him, even though at the end of the day, he knew he’d be sent away without a kiss good-bye. At least now he was prepared. When he was fully exposed to Trent’s wondering eyes, the man walked closer.

  Reaching inside his front pocket, Trent pulled out a thick leather cord and a pair of clamps. Just looking at the innocent items, Easton knew his work day was going to be more of a challenge. Having the plug securely in his ass was one thing, but with the cord around his aching shaft and clamps biting his sensitive nipples, he wouldn’t make it.

  Trent reached out and palmed Easton’s dick. He tried to stay still, but his hips refused, pushing forward, desperately searching for release. Trent chuckled at Easton’s obvious distress and he knew the older man wouldn’t grant him permission to come.

  “Hold out your hand for me.”

  Easton held his hand out, palm up, and Trent dropped the metal chain containing the clamps. He weighed the chain, wondering what it would feel like, but quickly lost his train of thought as Trent wrapped the leather cord around his cock and balls. The man wasn’t gentle, but the bite of pain cleared Easton’s mind, helping him to focus on something besides blowing his load into Trent’s hand.

  “Oh…so good,” he moaned.

  Abandoning his shaft, Trent lifted the silver chain from Easton’s outstretched hand. He leaned forward and sucked one nipple into his mouth, gently biting down before licking the hurt away with his tongue. Trent moved back and forth until Eaton was sure he’d come, or at the very least, lose his mind. When the man finally leaned back, he winked.

  Trent slowly loosened the clamp before clipping it to Easton’s nipple. “Shit!” he shouted.

  “Is it too much?” Trent asked, ready to remove the sharp edges from Easton’s nipple, but he shook his head, taking a few deep breaths.

  “No, sir.”

  “Is this your first time wearing clamps?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Okay.” He nodded. “Then I won’t leave them on for very long.” Trent attached the second clamp and Easton clamped down on his jaw, gritting his teeth. Taking a step back, he looked Easton up and down and licked his lips. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he whispered as a slow smile spread across his lips.

  “Thank you.”

  “You can fix your clothing and start with the stalls.”

  Easton watched as Trent turned on his heel and left the barn. Once the man was out of sight, Easton pulled up his jeans and briefs, careful of his cock. He grimaced as he zipped up before buttoning his shirt and getting to work. He collected the tools he needed and started working.

  Easton spent the rest of the morning working inside the barn. The clamps bit into his flesh and moved beneath his long-sleeve work shirt and his cock was bound with a heavy leather cord. With each move he made, he felt the plug move, the leather cord tighten, and clamps sway. The image of Trent’s cum still deep inside his hole, filling him, made his cock stay hard.

/>   Every move he made, he felt Trent. It was as if the man owned him body and soul.

  As the minutes ticked by, his need became a living, breathing force. He couldn’t concentrate, which made completing his daily chores incredibly difficult. When Trent finally strode into the barn, Easton was shaking. Trent looked at him and Easton swallowed hard.

  “I need,” he panted, dropping the rake to the ground. He couldn’t hide the truth, not anymore. He needed relief and he was willing to beg for it.

  “You need me?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Easton nodded rapidly.

  After barely being able to complete simple chores, he wanted to have Trent’s cock buried inside his ass. He needed to feel the man claiming his body once more. Trent strode toward him. He undid Easton pants before turning him around.

  “Get on your hands and knees, boy.”

  Easton followed his orders, dropping down onto the clean hay. Trent got down behind him and pulled the plug free. He didn’t have time to think before the man’s slippery shaft slid deep into his ass in one smooth thrust and Easton yelled out. This was what he needed, wanted, craved. Trent leaned forward, covering Easton’s back, snapping his hips back and forth. He rode Easton hard and fast, taking him to the edge within seconds.

  Holding fists full of hay, Easton hung on for the ride of his life.

  His orgasm tingled at the base of his spine, but Easton knew he wouldn’t come, not until Trent told him to. He was no longer in control. The thought gave him pause, but he didn’t have time to contemplate it further, not with Trent pounding his hard cock into Easton’s ass, marking and claiming him.

  Trent removed the leather cord with a few flicks of his wrist. “Come for me, baby.”

  Easton threw his head back against Trent’s shoulder as his orgasm slammed into him with so much force he thought he might actually pass out from the pleasure. His body shook, muscles flexing as long jets of spunk shot out of his shaft.