Page 46 of Stables Spurs Suits
“You need a shower,” I say, and his brows pick up.
“Have you ever showered under the stars?”
“No, but I think you might have found another way to bring me to my knees.”
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I kissed him all the way to the trailer, holding his hat behind him as he carried me. Only he didn’t go inside. When he asked if I’d showered under the stars, I admit I was thinking he had some sort of setup inside his trailer under the giant skylight, but given most of that space was taken up by his bed, this makes way more sense.
“Ohh, this is cool,” I say, lowering my legs to stand. He spins me around, his hard, warm chest against my back as he unbuttons my shirt and kisses up my neck until he reaches my ear, and he sucks the lobe into his mouth. It sends a shiver through me, and my cock throbs.
“Fuck, you know how to drive a guy wild,” I say, pushing my ass back against his groin. He’s still hard as a rock, and I love that I’m the reason.
He gets my shirt off and then steps to the side, kicking off his boots and stripping out of his jeans before turning on the shower that’s jutting out the back side of his trailer. Beside it is a silver water tank that kind of gives him a little cover from the side, not that anyone would really be able to see through the thick row of trees he’s planted around it over the last couple of years.
He moves under the water, and it glistens down his chest, and I’m out of my pants in record time and rushing toward him. Our bodies clash together, hard cocks leaking between us, and he sucks in a sharp breath, groaning into my kiss.
“Fucking kryptonite,” I sigh, and then I drop to my knees.
Chapter nineteen
ATLAS
BATH, BED, AND BEYOND
He sucks me deep into his throat, and I cry out.
“Jesus Christ, Matthew. Oh god, that’s good.”
I can feel him smile around my cock and then he takes me deep again. The warm water streams down my back, and I reach out a hand to steady myself as the rolling waves of pleasure build.
He cups my balls, giving them a light pull, and I damn near come right then. I try to tug him back up, but he swats my hand away and then grips my ass cheek, pulling me deeper into his throat. I push my wet hair back and grip it in a tight fist at the back, hoping the ache will give me some control. As much as I want to fill his throat, I also don’t want this to end, but the way he greedily sucks and slurps, circling my crown with his tongue, is firing every pleasure sensor in my body, and when he grips my balls again and lets one finger slide up to tease my entrance, I can’t hold on any longer. I explode down his throat, my assclenching in pulses as he sucks and licks every drop of me, big doe eyes peering up, wide smile on his face like I just gave him the best gift in the entire world.
I help him stand and kiss him deeply, the taste of me on his tongue. His hands rest on my sides, gentle, unsure, and I break away and close my hands over his, then bring his hands up to rest over the scars.
There’s no crawling sensation or gross shudder rolling through me; it’s warm and perfect and how I never imagined it could be.
“Are you sure?” he asks, and I lean in and kiss him again. It’s short but sweet, and when I pull back this time, the nervousness in his gaze has been replaced by the same hungry stare that watched me fill his throat a moment before.
“I’ve never wanted anything more. I never thought I could have this, be touched and want it, crave it even. Let me put it clearly. If clothes had the same effect as your touch, I might never get undressed.”
“Wow, that good, hey?”
“Better than good, darlin. You’re fucking perfect.”
His mouth clashes with mine, and I’m shoved hard back against the side of the trailer. His cock is hard against my thigh, and I reach down and close my fist over him and work him slowly. His palm moves up and down the back of my neck, over my shoulders, across my back. It’s like he’s mapping the curves like a trail he doesn’t want to forget, and it’s incredible. The nerves his touch activates are the opposite of what anything else brings; it’s pure pleasure, and I’m here for it.
He grips my hand between us, halting my pumps.
“Not yet, I want… Let’s get clean and go inside for more.”
As hard as it is to press pause on this, it’s harder to deny him what he wants, so I reach over and open a hidden compartment and grab out the soap and a loofah.
“Turn around,” I say, squeezing soap onto the loofa. “I’ll wash your back.”
“And then I get to wash you, right?”
“You can have whatever you want.”
