Belt Buckle Ranch 4
AVAILABLE: Saturday, September 6th
[Erotic Alternative Cowboy Romance, M/M, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Easton Baker is a hard working farmer from Oklahoma. One day while he’s out in the fields, a PI shows up with a manila envelope and changes the course of his life. With the blessing of his grandma, Easton packs a bag and heads to Colorado to meet the father he never knew. When he arrives, Easton finds out he’s too late.
Trent Weston owns a ranch called, Twin Acres. He’s also the executor of William Rickett’s will – Easton’s father. When he goes to the Belt Buckle Ranch and meets Easton, Trent is immediately smitten, but keeps his distance. He’s experienced a lot of loss, the death of his parents and brother, and is afraid to open his heart.
When Trent needs help at his ranch, Easton is the first to volunteer. It doesn’t take long for the men to jump into a sexual relationship. Trent tries to keep things casual as Easton falls in love.
“Why are you dressed up?” Oliver asked him when they were both settled in the back seat of Wyatt’s extended cab truck.
“I’m not dressed up,” Easton insisted.
It was the same conversation he’d had with Jared and Gabe before getting into Wyatt’s truck. Yes, he was trying to look nice. He wanted to impress Trent, but he didn’t want his brothers to know. It was embarrassing enough that they all considered him to be a naïve little country boy. He didn’t want them to know he had his sights set on Trent.
His first and only interaction with Trent had been inside his father’s office when the older man read William Rickett’s last will and testament. He’d felt a connection each time Trent’s green eyes flashed up from the documents. He’d wanted to say something before Trent left the ranch, but refrained. He didn’t feel it would be appropriate.
Now, a couple months later, he figured enough time had passed that he could ask Trent out on a date. Sitting up straight inside the cab, he smoothed out the front of his long-sleeve button-up shirt.
“You ironed your shirt, Easton. As far as I’m concerned, that’s dressed up,” Oliver told him, but the man didn’t push for an answer.
Wyatt drove down the long dirt and gravel driveway. The truck dipped and bounced, seeming to hit each rut in the road as they left the ranch behind. When they finally hit concrete, Wyatt turned the truck down another path. The truck passed under a huge metal sign that read Twin Acres, and Easton’s heart skipped a beat. The closer they got, the more nervous he became.
Keeping his hands folded in his lap, Easton took a few deep breathes. He kept quiet as the others chatted around him.
Although he didn’t have much experience with men, he wasn’t a virgin. In the small town where he grew up, most folks didn’t talk openly about homosexuality, so Easton kept his thoughts and feelings under lock and key. He could only truly be himself once a month when he took the work truck into one of the larger cities to gather supplies. On those days, he’d stay the night in a cheap motel and visit a small hole-in-the-wall bar. He only stayed long enough to find company for the night. Then, first thing in the morning, he’d head back home with a smile on his face and memories to last him until his next visit.
“What does that little smile mean?” Oliver asked, breaking him from his thoughts, and Easton shook his head. “Come on, stud, let’s get some grub.”
Oliver opened the door and climbed out of the truck and Easton followed his lead. When his boot-covered feet touched the ground, Easton straightened. He wasn’t going to chicken out. Today, he was going to ask Trent out on a date and if the older man rejected him, it would be okay. Giving himself a little pep talk, Easton shut the door and trailed behind Wyatt, Jackson, and Oliver toward the front door.
“Hey, guys.” Jared opened the screen door. It seemed he’d beaten them all to the house by driving straight through the property instead of driving around like Wyatt. “They’re out back.”
Easton was the last one through the door. Looking around, his eyes widened. The place was incredible, more so than anything his imagination could’ve dreamed up. The first thing that caught his attention was the huge vaulted ceilings and the exposed wooden beams that created an unusual artistic design. Throughout the wood beams were iron rod ties and Easton wondered if they served a specific function or if they were there for decoration. The ceiling was painted a light green, but it didn’t take away from the wood work, if anything, it enhanced the space.
Walking further into the living room, he closed the door, and moved closer to the floor-to-ceiling windows along the back wall. The view was spectacular, looking out onto Trent’s property—green trees and beautiful mountains as far as the eye could see. Taking a deep breath, he turned around and surveyed the rest of the room—a giant rock fireplace, two leather couches, and polished antique furniture.
There were a few frames sitting on top of the shiny coffee table and his curiosity grew. Shuffling his feet across the huge throw rug, Easton stared down at the intricately designed pattern. He shook his head and carefully stepped close to the coffee table. He didn’t want to disturb the space. It was obvious Trent took great care in keeping his home perfectly clean and organized.
Lifting the silver frame from its perch, he studied the smiling faces. Easton knew right away that the two smiling faces belonged to Trent and his twin brother. They were identical in every way except one man was wearing a police officer’s uniform.
Easton swallowed, licking his lips. He wanted everything Trent had to offer. A couple fingers slid up and down the crease of his ass. “You would look so beautiful wrapped in my ropes, wearing my marks on your soft skin.”
Easton didn’t know what to say to that. He’d never been tied up. This was all new to him, but he could easily see Trent in the role of dominant lover. The tip of Trent’s finger pressed against his hole, circling it, and Easton shivered. He wanted to beg and plead, but kept his mouth tightly sealed.
“I want to fuck your little asshole, Easton. I want to come deep inside you and plug my spunk in your hole.”
“Jesus,” he whimpered. The words alone were sending him closer to the edge. He easily pictured Trent following through and god help him, but that’s exactly what he wanted.
“Do you want that, Easton?” he asked, before pulling Easton’s earlobe into his mouth and biting down.
“Yes!” he shouted, and Trent chuckled.
“Good boy. If at any time you want this to stop, all you have to do is tell me. Do you understand, Easton? Say no and all this stops.” It sounded as if Trent was giving him a way out. As if the man wanted Easton to put an end to things before he even started, but there was no way in hell he was going to allow that to happen.
“I understand,” he simply said.
“Put your hands behind your back,” Trent ordered, and Easton obeyed.
Trent circled back in front of him and Easton watched as he unbuttoned the top button of his jeans before lowering the zipper. His hand reached inside the denim material and he pulled out his hard dick. Easton groaned when he saw the man’s shaft. A thick silver ring was pierced through the tip of the older man’s cock. It was a surprise that Easton never expected.
Trent reached out and gripped Easton’s bicep. “Get on your knees, boy.”
Easton lowered himself, careful not to trip over his jeans. Falling onto the soft hay, he opened his mouth and sucked the head of Trent’s shaft. He flicked the ring with his tongue. As soon as he tasted Trent’s pre-cum, he sucked harder and moaned. Shuffling closer, he rubbed his shoulder against Trent’s thigh as he slowly bobbed his head.
“Take it easy.” Trent wrapped one hand around his skull, holding him. He didn’t apply pressure. Instead, he let Easton do as he wished. “You’re so beautiful, Easton. On your knees, sucking my cock, it’s an amazing sight.”
Easton sucked harder, taking Trent deeper into his throat. Trent pushed his other hand through Easton’s hair, pulling on the strands. Easton moaned as he bobbed his head. He wanted to taste Trent on his tongue. He wanted to swallow the man’s spunk down his throat. All too soon, Trent pulled his hips back, removing his shaft, and Easton shook his head. Moving forward, he tried to capture the man’s length once more, but Trent wouldn’t let him have his treat back.
“Please,” he said.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to come deep in your ass,” Trent said, helping Easton to stand. “Place your hands on the wall and bend over.”
Easton obeyed. Shuffling his feet, he moved closer to the wall and leaned over, placing his hands on the wall. He looked over his shoulder and watched Trent pulled something out of his pocket. He tore open the packet and squeezed the lube onto his fingers. Trent shoved one finger deep into Easton’s ass and he cried out. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure he hadn’t expected. Another digit was added, Trent pressing more lube inside Easton’s hole.
He dug his fingers into the wood slats, holding himself up when all he really wanted was to fall to the ground. It felt good and he needed more. Moving his hips, he fucked himself on Trent’s fingers.
Looking over his shoulder at Trent, he nodded. “Yes. Fuck me…please.”
Trent removed his fingers. Covering his pierced cock with a condom, he slathered the remaining lube over his dick. Easton panted. He wanted to feel the piercing inside his ass. Once the latex was in place, Trent pushed Easton forward and grabbed his hips. Easton held on tight, expecting a rough ride.
The head of Trent’s shaft pushed its way inside his ass. He barely had time to relax before Trent was powering into him, fucking him hard. Leaning his head forward, Easton stared at the ground. His mouth dropped open and a series of sounds emerged.