Duncan's World, page 9
“No one will. The night feeding is done. No reason to come out here.”
Kyle tossed his clothes over his shoulder as he stripped, not worried about where they landed. He sat on the blanket and leaned back, spreading his legs in open invitation. He was glad his muscles were only slightly sore.
Duncan knelt and crawled over to him, settled between his thighs and licked his balls once before sucking one into his warm mouth.
“Shit.” Kyle moaned, pinching his nipple and shivering at the tiny bit of pain.
He shuddered as Duncan took his other ball into his mouth and slapped it with his tongue. Duncan slid his hands under Kyle’s ass and lifted him, giving his fingers better access to Kyle’s hole. His muscles clenched when Duncan rubbed his opening and Kyle moaned.
“It’s been too long,” he mumbled as he reached down to pet Duncan’s head.
Duncan chuckled and glanced up at him. “It’s only been four days or something like that.”
Kyle blushed, but nodded. “Like I said, it’s been too long since I’ve had you in me.”
“I’ve created a monster. Who knew you’d turn into such a slut?”
The affection in Duncan’s voice told Kyle the man wasn’t insulting him.
“Yeah, well, it helps when I’m crazy about the guy who’s fucking me.”
A quick wink and Duncan went back to tasting Kyle. Kyle let his head fall back as Duncan licked from the soft patch of skin behind his balls all the way to the top of his crease and back, stopping to play with his opening.
He protested when Duncan moved away, but an undignified squeak burst out as Duncan flipped him onto his stomach. He braced his hands to keep from banging his chin on the floor.
“Give a guy some warning before you start flipping him like a pancake,” he complained.
Duncan grunted, and Kyle assumed it was an apology. He leaned down on his elbows and canted his hips, giving Duncan the perfect angle.
“Shit.”
Tremors shook Kyle as Duncan spread his ass cheeks and pushed his tongue as far into his ass as he could. He rocked back and groaned as Duncan shoved two fingers in, along with his tongue, on the next thrust. Pants filled the air as Duncan used fingers, tongue, and his thumbs to stretch Kyle enough there wouldn’t be any pain when they got to the real fucking.
“Please, Duncan. I’m ready,” Kyle pleaded a few minutes later, his own cock leaking pre-cum on the blanket under him.
Cool air drew goose bumps on his skin as Duncan moved away. Kyle rested his forehead on his arms and continued rocking, his desire seething throughout his body. The crinkle of the foil wrapper caught his attention and he peeked under his arm to watch Duncan roll the condom onto his shaft.
“You are so damn hot,” he stated, mentally whimpering at the thought of Duncan’s cock filling him up.
“Are you okay? No pain or anything?” Duncan smoothed his hands over Kyle’s ass before squirting some slick down his crease.
Shaking his head, he spread his knees a little more, allowing Duncan to move closer and work the lube into Kyle’s channel. “No, I’m good. I’ll probably be sore later, but don’t stop.”
Duncan’s thumbs loosened his hole, relaxing it once more before Duncan slid them out and positioned the head of his cock at the puckered ring. Slipping together, Kyle took Duncan in like a hand fitting into a glove. Their bodies worked, giving and taking, until Duncan was seated balls-deep in Kyle. They paused to breathe, letting Kyle’s passage accept the invasion.
Pushing up and back, Kyle signaled he was ready, and Duncan gripped his hips, forgetting, in his lust, about the bruises all ready there. Kyle winced, but needed Duncan more than he needed to escape the pain.
Soon the scent of sweat mingled with sex filled the air, mixing with the musty smell of the hay and horses. Their grunts and low cries echoed through the barn, causing the horses to shift and whinny softly in their stalls.
Each slam of Duncan’s cock into Kyle nailed his gland and drew a soft shout from him. He wanted to take his own cock in hand, but couldn’t risk lifting one of his hands off the floor without slamming into the floor because of Duncan’s forceful thrusts.
“Duncan, I need…”
He didn’t have to finish the sentence. Duncan wrapped a rough hand around Kyle’s cock, and Kyle moaned as each push in drove his shaft through Duncan’s tight grip. Sweat dripped from Duncan’s chin to trickle over Kyle’s sides. Kyle arched his back as his climax exploded in him and he spilled his cum all over Duncan’s hand.
Duncan kept pumping, milking every drop he could from Kyle. All the time, Kyle’s passion waved through his inner channel, massaging Duncan’s dick and catapulting him over the edge as well. He froze as he filled the condom and started shaking as his energy left him.
Together, they collapsed onto the blanket, Duncan retaining enough blood in his brain to twist at the last minute and land to the right of Kyle. Kyle wrinkled his nose at landing in the wet spot, but couldn’t find the strength to roll out of it. He sighed as Duncan covered their slowly cooling bodies with another blanket and snuggled close.
Kyle had no idea how long they dozed before Duncan stirred and stood. He kept his eyes closed, listening as Duncan fiddled with something. He jumped when a lukewarm cloth stroked over his ass. Turning to glance over his shoulder, he saw Duncan crouched behind him, jeans on and zipped, holding a washcloth.
“We should probably head inside. Don’t want your mom coming out here looking for you because you’re not in your bed.”
Duncan finished cleaning him up and tossed the cloth into a small bag Kyle had noticed when they first got to the stall. He nodded, knowing his body wouldn’t appreciate him spending all night out in the hay.
They got dressed in companionable silence. Duncan gathered the blankets and stuff, while Kyle gave Benjy one last goodnight pat. Duncan slung his arm over Kyle’s shoulder as they made their way back to the house.
The lights were off, so Kyle led the way to his bedroom where they stripped again and slid into bed together. Kyle settled into his favorite position, on his side and held tight to Duncan’s chest. He entwined their fingers and bit his lip, unsure if he should say anything.
“I’m going to miss sleeping like this,” Duncan admitted, his lips brushing Kyle’s neck.
“Yeah. My bed is going to feel empty after you leave.”
Duncan stayed silent for a moment. “I wish I didn’t have to go, but I have to get home, Kyle. I can’t leave Pops taking care of it all. He should’ve retired a long time ago. The stubborn old goat won’t give up all the reins.”
Kyle scooted over onto his back, so he could look at Duncan. “I know you’ve got responsibilities. I wouldn’t think about asking you to abandon your grandpa like that. Just going to miss you is all.”
“It’s not like I’m going to the other side of the world. We’ll see each other as soon as I can arrange something, plus there’s email and cell phones. Also, I want you to come up around Christmas. Pops seemed okay with it.”
Reaching up, Kyle wrapped his hand around the back of Duncan’s head and drew him down for a kiss. Slow and gentle, their lips said everything their words couldn’t. Duncan covered Kyle’s body with his own, pressing him into the mattress and making him feel safe.
It didn’t matter if there was a little gray in Duncan’s hair or that the man was only five years younger than Kyle’s father. The most important thing was that when Duncan looked at him, Kyle believed he was the center of Duncan’s world.
They kissed for several minutes, memorizing each other’s taste and body. Finally, they cuddled close, breathing in the same air and drifting to sleep, vowing to work at keeping their relationship alive.
Chapter Twelve
Kyle’s head shot up as the sound of slinging gravel reached his ears. Whoever arrived did so in a hurry. He set the shovel aside and headed out to the front of the house. A truck door slammed, and he rounded the corner just as his father stalked up the porch steps. Jose and Kyle’s mother stood, facing him.
“What the hell are you doing, Alice?” Clayton glared at her.
“What I should’ve done a long time ago, but you had my father wrapped around your little finger.” Alice propped her fists on her hips and met Clayton stare for stare.
Clayton stepped closer, leaning in slightly to try to intimidate Kyle’s mother. “You might want to rethink filing.”
“Back off, MacDonald.”
Jose moved to stand between Alice and Clayton, while Kyle joined them, standing beside his mother. Clayton’s eyes widened in surprise as he saw the united front against him.
“Where’s your sugar daddy, Kyle? I figured the old man wouldn’t leave your side, or did you stop putting out for him?”
Kyle let his father’s snide comments slide off his back. He wasn’t going to give Clayton the satisfaction of knowing he’d gotten to Kyle. After walking away from him, Kyle wasn’t going to let his father have any more power over him.
“It’s none of your business what I do.” Kyle folded his arms over his chest and met his father’s gaze without flinching. “How much did you drink before you came? Had to find your courage in the bottom of the bottle, huh?”
Clayton snarled and lunged for Kyle, but Jose caught him and flung him off the porch.
“I suggest you turn around and leave, MacDonald. You’re not wanted here and this isn’t your property. Now that Kyle’s twenty-one, Alice can divorce you without losing a thing.” Jose clenched his hands. “Give me a reason to hit you. I’ve been waiting a long time to kick your ass.”
After climbing to his feet, Clayton brushed the dirt off his jeans and sneered. “Go ahead and try it. I can take you.”
“Stop it.” Alice rested her hand on Jose’s arm and pointed to Clayton’s vehicle. “Get off my land, Clayton, or I’ll call the police. You have no right to be here. My lawyer will contact you about the proceedings.”
“You’ll regret this, Alice.” Clayton stomped toward his truck. He opened the car door, but before he got in, he turned to look at Kyle. “I’ll ruin your fag boyfriend. He’ll never ride bulls again when I’m done.”
Kyle shook his head. “Your threats don’t scare me, Father, and Duncan can take care of himself.”
They stood, prepared to act if Clayton chose not to leave, but his father slid into his pick-up and took off.
Alice sighed. “That went slightly better than I thought. I figured we’d have to call the cops to get him out of here.”
“He won’t risk getting arrested. Asher LeFevre and the other tour officials don’t look fondly on their riders brawling. It’d be even worse for Father because he’d get in trouble for harassing his wife.” Kyle shivered, his adrenaline fading away.
“I guess his need to compete served us well for the first time ever,” Alice commented as they went inside.
“For now, but I guarantee you’ll be hearing from a lawyer. He’s not going to let go of this ranch and your money without a fight,” Jose predicted, pouring each of them a shot-glass full of whiskey.
“I should call Duncan and warn him. I think Father might just ‘out’ him with the other riders.” Kyle stared down at the amber liquid in his glass. “If it’s not one thing, it’s another that man has tried to screw up in my life.”
His mom sat next to him on the couch and laid her hand on his knee. “Stop it, Kyle. Duncan isn’t going to turn his back on you simply because your father threatens him. He’s made of stronger stuff than that. Don’t you believe what you told Clayton?”
“Oh, I know Duncan can take care of himself. He’s not afraid of the man either. I just get nervous sometimes that he’ll decide I’m more trouble than I’m worth to him.” He chuckled and took a sip of the liquor, savoring the burn down his throat.
Jose grabbed his hand and yanked him off the couch. As he gaped at the man, Jose pushed him toward his room.
“Go call Hornsby. Talk to him and reassure yourself that he’s not going to dump you. You really need to start trusting in the fact he loves you and isn’t planning on ending the relationship because of your age, your father, or the distance between you.”
“Yes, sir.” Kyle slugged back the rest of the whiskey before setting the glass on the end table and going to his room.
He kicked off his boots and fell onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before reaching for his phone. Punching speed dial, he closed his eyes and brought up Duncan’s image in his mind. It had been three weeks since Duncan had left. His lover would be getting ready to go back on the tour and Kyle missed him with an almost desperate need.
“Didn’t I talk to you earlier?” Duncan answered the phone with a laugh.
“Just needed to hear your voice again.” He smiled and his cock stirred—two reactions he always had when talking to Duncan.
“What’s wrong?”
He blinked. “Nothing’s wrong.”
Duncan snorted, and Kyle heard a rustle in the background. Was Duncan in the barn or in his office at the main house? Duncan had described his house before he left to go back to Idaho. Kyle knew Duncan spent almost as much time in his study running the rough stock company as he did out taking care of the bulls.
“Honey, I might not be able to see you, but I can hear that something’s happened in your tone.”
When Duncan called him by an endearment, Kyle got all mushy inside. Not that he would admit that to anyone. It wasn’t like Duncan did it a lot either; just every once in a while he let one slip out, and Kyle wanted to melt at his feet.
“My father showed up today.” He scrubbed a hand over his face.
“He didn’t hit you, did he?”
Duncan’s growl stiffened Kyle’s cock even further. God, it wasn’t like he couldn’t take care of himself, but knowing Duncan was so protective of him turned Kyle on. He slid his hand down and pressed his palm against the front of his jeans.
“No. Jose threw him out before it got physical. Father was drunk as usual.”
“Not surprising. I’ve talked to a few of the guys who are riding on some of the smaller circuits. Rumor is your dad’s showing up to the arena drunk.” Duncan exhaled in disgust. “If he doesn’t clean his act up, he could get suspended from riding. Riding bulls while drunk is the best way to kill yourself and others around you.”
Kyle bit his lip and nodded, even though Duncan couldn’t see him. “I know, but he’s used alcohol to medicate his back and now it looks like he’s addicted to it.”
“I wish I could tell you, you were wrong, but I’m afraid you just might be right about him. If his back isn’t getting better, he should think about retiring before he does permanent damage to it.”
“That would be logical. My father’s has never been logical in his life.” Kyle laughed harshly. “He threatened you before he left. Said that you wouldn’t ride bulls anymore when he’s through with you.”
Duncan’s low, rich chuckle danced over the phone and down Kyle’s spine to his groin. Biting back his moan, he rubbed his hand harder against his hard-on.
“Thanks for the warning, but I can take care of myself. I have more friends on tour than your dad does.”
“What if he tells the media you’re gay?” Kyle frowned, the thought taking his mind off the lust surging through him for a second. “Why does he think you’re gay? Is it because of me? I never told him anything about liking guys.”
“God only knows if MacDonald knows or if he was just guessing. It doesn’t matter. I’ve never hidden what I want. I just don’t talk about it.”
Discretion was the better part of valor, Kyle decided. It certainly saved a lot of wear and tear on Duncan, not having to deal with the bigoted cowboys on the tour. Yet Kyle knew there were some riders who wouldn’t care one way or the other.
“I just don’t want you caught in the crossfire because of me,” he admitted.
“Kyle, I’ve been in your father’s crosshairs since I came on tour. He’s always been afraid of me. Of course, being world champion the last three years in a row doesn’t help him like me,” Duncan joked.
Kyle grinned, pride at his boyfriend’s accomplishments welling up in him. “Can I come watch you win it again this year?”
“Hell, yes. I want you there as my good luck charm, though there’s a young kid who turned it on the last couple of events. He has the best chance of catching me.”
“Hmmm…” he hummed, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them out of the way to get to his cock. He stroked hard and fast.
“Are you listening to me?” Duncan dropped his voice to a deep, gravelly tone.
“Oh, yeah,” he mumbled, sweeping the palm of his hand over the head of his prick, gathering some pre-cum to ease the friction slightly.
Duncan growled and the sound shot through Kyle’s body to his balls, drawing them tight and causing him to come.
“Fuck,” he cried out softly. A groan hit his ears as he panted.
“Did you just jerk off while I was talking to you?”
“Well…ah…yes.” He licked his hand clean.
“God damn, kid, that’s not fair. You’re not here to suck me, and I can’t take care of this problem until later.” Duncan sounded frustrated, not angry.
Kyle calmed his breathing and apologized, “I’m sorry.”
“Maybe if you tried harder to sound sincere, I’d believe you. Tell you what, I’ll call you tonight after I get ready for bed and you can talk dirty to me. Phone sex has great possibilities, I think.”
Kyle licked his lips and imagined Duncan sprawled across his bed, feet braced on the mattress, large hand fisting his prick while Kyle talked him into coming. Shit, his soft cock twitched at the thought.
“I’ll be there with nothing on,” he agreed.
“Good. Now go do some work or something. I have to get back to the bills. I’ll talk to you later tonight.” Duncan paused. “Don’t worry about your father, Kyle. He doesn’t scare me.”
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you, too.” Duncan hung up.
Kyle punched the end button and tossed the phone on the blanket next to him. He had some more stalls to finish cleaning, but his muscles were still a little weak from coming, so he lay in his bed, thinking about having phone sex with Duncan later that night. There were upsides to a long-distance relationship.
