Riding Tall (28 page)

Authors: Kate Sherwood

Mackenzie was the one to deepen the kiss, darting his tongue out to meet Joe’s and start their sinuous dance.

It would be easy to just take it from there, but Joe wanted this night to be special, and he made himself pull away. “Hot tub,” he almost ordered. “Strip down.”

Mackenzie didn’t waste any time, and they raced each other to get naked and slide into the almost painful heat of the steaming water. Joe reached over to turn on the jets, and at the same time pulled the bottle from where he’d stashed it in a pile of snow.

“Champagne?” Mackenzie said with a happy smile. “You didn’t miss a trick, did you?”

“A jug of wine, a hot tub, and thou,” Joe paraphrased. “What else could we need?”

“Not a damn thing,” Mackenzie said, and he leaned back into the jets as Joe shot the champagne cork out over the snow. He’d find it in the spring.

It was nice to sit and relax. Sure, part of Joe’s brain worried about how things were going back at the house, but he’d already checked to be sure he got cell coverage at the cabin, and his phone was in his jacket, which was right by the tub. Everything was fine. He clinked glasses with Mackenzie and they sipped their drinks, and Joe was reminded again of why he preferred beer. But champagne made Mackenzie happy, and a happy Mack meant a happy Joe.

“I really love you,” Mackenzie said, taking one more sip from his glass before carefully finding a spot for it on the edge of the tub. He let the jets bounce him over toward Joe and then stabilized himself when he was straddling Joe’s lap, facing him, their half-hard cocks making a reacquaintance that had been far too long coming. “This is perfect.”

“Good,” Joe said, and he stretched up enough to find Mackenzie’s lips with his own.

There was something a little different about their kisses this time around. It took Joe a little while to realize what it was. Mackenzie was setting the pace. It was probably partly because he was on top, and he always got a little more active from that position, and partly because Joe was kept reasonably busy just trying to keep them stable in the water. But mostly it was because Mack seemed to
want
to be in charge, and Joe had no thought of objecting.

“We have all night?” Mackenzie asked when they paused for breath. “Because there’s a
lot
of stuff I want to do to you, and it’s gonna take some time.”

“All night,” Joe confirmed. “I’m yours.”

“You’re damn right you are.” Mackenzie slipped his hand down to take a firm, possessive grip of Joe’s cock. “This is mine.” He braced his knees on the hot tub bench and raised himself a bit out of the water, pulled Joe’s body up with him, then reached down to kiss Joe’s nipples as they rose out of the steam. “These are mine.” Then he slid his hands a little lower, down to grip Joe’s ass cheeks. “And this is mine. Anytime I want it.”

“Within reason,” Joe agreed with a grin.

“No. No reason. No qualifiers.” Mackenzie looked pretty serious.

Joe had no idea what was going on, but he nodded. If Mackenzie cared, Joe cared. “Okay,” he agreed. “No qualifiers.”

“I’m going to fuck you soon,” Mackenzie promised, but he let their bodies relax back onto the seat, rubbing his ass tantalizingly along the hard length of Joe’s cock. “Not tonight. Maybe next time we come here. I’ll bring some toys, and I’ll work you open and make you fucking desperate. I want to know how it feels to be inside you. I want to make you feel as good as you make
me
feel.”

“We can do that,” Joe agreed, roaming his hands over Mackenzie’s slick body. “But I’ll tell you, you make me feel pretty damn good the way we usually do it too.”

“Do I make you feel
owned
?” Mackenzie asked between kisses. “
Claimed
?
Cherished
? Because that’s how you make me feel when you fuck me.” He slid his hand down to find Joe’s cock and eased himself into position.

“Wait,” Joe made himself say. “There’s lube in my jacket pocket.”

“Excellent,” Mackenzie said, sliding himself across Joe’s body to fumble through the pile of clothes. “I want to take this slow. I want to make it last.”

Joe found his champagne flute while Mackenzie dealt with the lube, and he held the glass while Mackenzie took a sip, then drained the glass and dropped it somewhere behind him. He wanted to focus on Mackenzie’s perfect body, lean and lithe, his skin so soft and unblemished, his eyes dark as they stared into Joe’s, and, God, his ass, tight but yielding as he eased himself down around Joe’s cock, making them both gasp with pleasure.

Mackenzie still seemed determined to take things slow, so it was a good thing he was in charge. After so long without sex, Joe’s body was screaming at him to spin Mackenzie around, pin him against the side of the hot tub and fuck him hard and fast. He had to force himself to sit still as Mackenzie teased him. They were joined together, Joe’s cock buried to the hilt, but Mackenzie seemed to have almost forgotten about that part of things, focusing instead on kissing and exploring Joe’s body. There was a slight movement between them, the tiniest hint of ripples instead of the tidal wave Joe craved, but nothing more.

Mackenzie sipped from his glass then dripped the champagne into Joe’s mouth. “Tastes better like that,” Joe said with a wicked smile, and Mackenzie repeated the trick. When his glass was empty, he reached for the bottle but didn’t bother to pour it into the flutes, just drank from it and then poured some into Joe’s mouth. After he replaced it in the snowbank, he finally started to move a little. Everything was still slow, but each time he lifted his body he eased himself a little further off Joe’s cock before sliding back down for a kiss. Eventually he pulled off so far the head of Joe’s cock was squeezed by the tight ring of muscles at Mack’s opening before he slid all the way back inside.

Joe fought to keep control, but he knew it was a losing battle. He fumbled to find Mackenzie’s cock, squeezed it tight, and kept his hand still so that every time Mack rose off Joe, he pushed his own cock into a snug grip. He heard Mackenzie’s breathing catch, heard him swallowing the sounds that wanted to come from his throat. “Let me hear you,” Joe said, his own voice tight and breathless. “There’s no one around. I want to hear you.”

Mackenzie’s moan sounded almost like a sob. He finally sped up, the sinewy grace of his earlier movements replaced by a desperation that more clearly matched Joe’s needs. “God, Joe,” he gasped, his eyes closed and his head thrown back as his attention was claimed by the sensations. Joe wanted the moment to last forever, but he also, desperately, needed to come.

“Come on, Mack. Come on,” he urged. He used his free hand to tug almost fiercely on Mackenzie’s nipple, then slid it down to caress his balls, and then further back to feel his own cock as it slid in and out of Mackenzie’s body. Mack gasped as Joe slid one finger inside, his hand moving with Mackenzie’s body to provide a constant pressure.

“Joe!” Mackenzie cried almost desperately. His eyes were still closed, but he had a tight grip on Joe’s shoulders, his fingers clenched with effort as he worked both of them toward their orgasm.

Joe knew what he should do. He needed to think of kittens or dead things or baseball scores or whatever it took to keep himself from coming too soon, but he couldn’t make himself do it. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the beauty before him, couldn’t ignore how perfect his body felt, couldn’t deny the desperate need activated by each one of Mackenzie’s ecstatic gasps. He felt his orgasm building and couldn’t stop it. He
needed
to come, needed to know Mackenzie was once more owned and claimed and cherished.

“Oh fuck!” Mackenzie groaned just in time, and it was the spasming of his body that pushed Joe right over the edge. They came together, Mackenzie still moving even as the arch of Joe’s body pushed them both up out of the water. Joe grabbed Mackenzie’s hips and tried to drive deeper into him, deeper than he’d ever been, and the thought of his seed filling Mackenzie was enough to bring one final spurt from his overwhelmed body.

They eased back into the water together without uncoupling. Mackenzie slumped forward, his body relaxed, and nestled his head into Joe’s shoulder.

“That was perfect,” Mackenzie finally murmured.

Joe wasn’t going to argue with the sentiment. “Let’s go inside and I’ll show you the shower,” he said instead. “It’s big enough for two. We can rinse off, then sleep a bit, and when we wake up we can do it all again. Sound okay?”

“You know it does,” Mack said, but he didn’t move.

That was okay. They had a plan, but there was no rush. When Mackenzie was ready for the next step, Joe would be right there with him. In the meantime, though? He leaned back against the hot tub and let himself relax. In the meantime, there was nowhere he’d rather be.

About the Author

K
ATE
S
HERWOOD
started writing at about the same time she got back on a horse after a twenty-year break. She’d like to think she’s far too young for it to be a midlife crisis, but apparently she was ready for a few changes!

Kate’s writing focuses on characters and relationships, people trying to find out how much of themselves they need to keep, and how much they can afford to give away. She tries to find a careful balance between drama and humor—she wants readers to have an intense experience and feel drawn into the book, but she also wants them to enjoy the time they spend reading.

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