Chapter Ten

Ezekiel clenched his fists and breathed deep through his nose to gain control of himself. Craig set him on fire like no other man ever had.

Ezekiel knew he was playing a dangerous game. Craig would probably enjoy his time with him tonight and then, tomorrow, he'd call it all a mistake and go back to his old life—that's just the way Craig was. Impulsive.

However, if Ezekiel took Craig, it wouldn't be a meaningless encounter for him. Ezekiel wasn't the meaningless encounter type. He was the loyal, commitment type. There was a damn good chance that Ezekiel was going to end up hurt.

But even that wasn't enough to stop him.

His hunger overrode his trepidation.

Ezekiel strode forward and stood toe to toe with Craig—towering over the shorter man. "Take off your shirt."

Craig's green eyes narrowed as his lips twitched mischievously. "Don't you want to undress me?"

Ezekiel shook his head and folded his arms across his chest. "Do as I say, Craig."

He didn't miss the fact that Craig's hands were shaking as he undid the button of his shirt and slid it from his shoulders. Ezekiel growled low as he took in the sight of Craig's tan, lean torso.

Putting his fingertips against Craig's heated skin, Ezekiel pushed him back slightly before circling around him. He heard Craig's sharp intake of breath as he stooped low and blew warm breath against the man's neck.

"Hell, Ezekiel.....Do something!"

A low rumble of laughter left Ezekiel's chest before he lowered his lips to Craig's skin and got his first real taste. A low growl came from within him as he ran his tongue along Craig's trembling skin.

Craig groaned out his name and dropped his head to the side to grant Ezekiel better access as he leaned back into him.

Ezekiel knew Craig would feel his hard arousal against his ass and he took a moment to grind it against the other man. He felt Craig respond instantly, shoving his hips back into Ezekiel's thrusts.

For a man who'd never given any thought to being with a man, Craig seemed to know what he was doing.

Craig's hand reached back and brushed against Ezekiel's cock through his trousers. A loud curse flew from Ezekiel's mouth. Damn the man!

Grabbing Craig's wrist in one hand, Ezekiel nipped his neck hard enough to cause the other man to let out a hiss. "Patience, outlaw."

"Sorry...."

Ezekiel took pleasure in his quick submission. He released his hold on Craig's wrist. "Turn around."

Craig quickly did as he was told and gazed up at Ezekiel with his bottom lip sucked between his teeth. Ezekiel slowly undid the buttons of his own shirt and slid it off.

He saw Craig's fingers flex as he began to reach for him, obviously eager to touch Ezekiel. Ezekiel knew it was mean to do but he shook his head. "Not until I say you can," he warned, enjoying the frustration lining Craig's brow.

He was toying with the man—seeing just how long Craig could remain submissive. Ezekiel had heard of men who would go so far as to hit their lovers, whip them, cause them real pain in the name of pleasure.... That wasn't something Ezekiel believed in. But teasing and bossing? That he took pleasure in.

Ezekiel hook a finger in the front of Craig's trousers and pulled the man toward the cot. He kept his eyes focused on Craig's as he quickly undid the button and slid Craig's trousers down off his hips.

Without warning, Ezekiel spun Craig around and shoved him down on the cot so he was lying on his back with his legs hanging off the edge.

"What are you doing?" Craig whispered, voice shaking.

Ezekiel simply took in the sight of that hard, throbbing cock and licked his lips. "Gonna suck you good and drink you down," he growled before dropping to his knees and sliding his tongue along the tip of Craig's cock.

Craig let out a string of curses and tried to sit up. Ezekiel forcefully put his hand on his chest and shoved him back down. "Stay."

Ezekiel gave Craig a stern gaze and nearly chuckled when he saw Craig's jaw muscles jumping with restraint.

He then refocused his attention on showing Craig just how good it could be with a man. Slowly, teasingly, Ezekiel traced the length of Craig with his tongue.

Craig let out another loud string of curses and his hips surged forward. Growling, Ezekiel held Craig down and continued teasing him. Licking, tasting and nipping lightly.

"Damn you, Ezekiel!" Craig moaned, gripping the blanket tightly and glaring down at him with hunger etched on his face. "Stop teasing me."

Ezekiel pulled his mouth away and his brow rose slightly. Craig let out a whimper. "Please...." He pleaded.

Deciding that he'd tortured the poor man enough, Ezekiel swooped down and took Craig's full length in his mouth.

It was clear, from the moans leaving Craig's mouth that the man wasn't going to last long. Spurred on by his pleasure, Ezekiel rubbed at his own throbbing arousal through his pants as he loved Craig's cock with his mouth.

Never had Ezekiel heard a sound more erotic then his name leaving Craig's lips as the man stiffened and his release flooded Ezekiel's mouth. Drinking him down, Ezekiel allowed Craig to ride out his release before standing slowly.

Craig's cheeks were flushed and his blond hair was a mess on his head as he gazed up at Ezekiel. "What now, boss?" he asked, a smile curving his lips.

Ezekiel returned the smile as he undid his pants and stepped out of them. "Get on your knees."

Craig's eyes were locked on Ezekiel's cock as he moved quickly to the position Ezekiel had indicated. "Take me in your mouth."

Craig swallowed hard and licked his lips. It was clear he was apprehensive and unsure. Ezekiel stooped low and nipped at Craig's ear. "I've been waiting long enough."

With a tremble and a nod, Craig leaned forward and ran his tongue across the tip of Ezekiel's waiting cock.

A loud groan escaped Ezekiel's throat as his muscles bulged with restraint. He reached up and gripped the ceiling beam with his hands in an effort to control himself.

Seeming emboldened by Ezekiel's response, Craig took him in his mouth. Never in his life, had Ezekiel felt anything so all-consuming as the pleasure, the want, the need that Craig was awakening in him.

His grip on the wooden beam grew tighter and Ezekiel knew he had to stop Craig before this all ended a bit too soon. He didn't want to spend himself in the other man's mouth—he wanted his ass.

Pulling away, Ezekiel was met with Craig's frustrated moan. "Why did you pull away?" he demanded. Then he frowned as he gazed up at Ezekiel. "Did I do something wrong?"

Ezekiel shook his head with a chuckle. "No, you did everything just fine," he assured the other man. He was enjoying this side of Craig. Less cocky arrogance and more innocent uncertainty.

"Turn around," Ezekiel ordered.

Craig swallowed hard. "I... I uh..."

Ezekiel could hear real fear in Craig's voice and that wasn't something he wanted. Uncertainty was one thing; true fear was another.

He stooped down and took Craig's face gently in his hands before pressing a tender kiss to his lips. "Trust me."

Craig's eyes remained closed a moment after Ezekiel pulled away before he nodded and turned on the cot. Seeing Craig's ass in the air and waiting for him had Ezekiel's desire roaring back in full force.

Reaching for his saddlebag, Ezekiel rummaged inside until he pulled out a tin of oil. Perfect for readying Craig to take him.

Ezekiel moved in behind Craig and began nibbling and kissing his back before pressing one oiled finger against his virgin backside.

Craig stiffened and Ezekiel put his mouth against his ear, pressing their bare skin close together. "Relax," he whispered.

Craig's moans soon filled the shack as Ezekiel continued to ready him. Feeling his own need growing to a near desperate level, Ezekiel removed his fingers and swiftly replaced them with his throbbing cock.

Craig let out a string of curses and bucked against him. "Damn you!" he growled.

Ezekiel reached around and stroked Craig to full hardness. "You want me to stop?" he teased, nipping his shoulder.

Craig glared back at him. "Stop and I'll kill you."

That was all the encouragement Ezekiel needed. He began to move and move fast. There'd be time for slow another day. He'd waited for this too long and he had no patience left.

He felt his release building just as Craig called out his name, stiffened and had his own. Ezekiel grabbed Craig's hips, pulled him tighter against him and drove in deep as he too hollered out and lost himself in a white hot release.

An awkward silence fell over the men as they regained their legs and cleaned up. Craig stood beside the wood stove and glanced toward his trousers.

Ezekiel wasn't ready for the night to be over just yet. He swooped in quickly and wrapped his arms tight around Craig from behind—pulling the man into a warm embrace and resting his head on his shoulder.

Craig stiffened. "I'm not a damn woman.. I don't need to be coddled."

Ezekiel nibbled at Craig's ear. "Well maybe I do. Reckon two of us can fit on your cot?"

He saw Craig's cheeks crinkle as the man smiled. "Might get a bit crowded... You're one of those big boned gals."

Ezekiel pulled away and took Craig's hand, leading the man to the cot. "Didn't your mama teach you better than to comment on a lady's size?"

Ezekiel laid himself down on the cot and felt a calm and quiet peace settle over him when Craig curled himself up in his arms, resting his head on his chest. "She probably tried," Craig replied. "But I've got a stubborn streak."

Ezekiel hooked the wool blanket with is toe and brought it up to cover them both. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to Craig's sweaty blond hair. "Really? I never would have guessed."

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