Page 62 of Stables Spurs Suits
“I’m staying.”
“But the job… you’ve worked so hard to get into that part of the business, all your great ideas for the emergency response.”
He brushes my hair behind my ear.
“A horseman I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with reminded me that success doesn’t just exist in one form.”
“You’re falling in love with me?” I ask, swallowing the lump that has risen in my throat.
“Is that okay?” he asks, and I nod.
“Yeah, that’s okay. Because I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with you too.”
He pushes up on his toes and kisses me, lips soft and warm and perfect, and it’s over way too quickly.
“You really should eat something,” he says, glancing down at the covered dishes.
“Oh, I plan to. Grab the pie and meet me in the trailer,” I say, and then I give him one last quick kiss and rush around the back of the trailer to quickly shower. It was a long day on the ranch. When I get inside, I find him lying back on my bed, eating what appears to be cherry pie, cock hard and glistening already with precum, and beside him on the bedcover lies the vibrator and lube from my drawer and a condom.
“That looks delicious,” I say, and he nods.
“It is. Cherry is my new favorite.”
“I wasn’t talking about the pie,” I say, and I crawl between his legs.
I kiss my way along his inner thigh until I reach his balls and then suck them into my mouth.
He moans, “Oh fuck, Atlas.”
I release him and reach for the vibrator and lube, coating it well and then also my fingers to spread over his entrance. I swirl them around, teasing for a moment as he takes another bite of pie, and then I push the vibrator inside him. His back arches, and he lets out a sort of guttural growl as I push it in further, not slowing until it’s as deep as it can go and my grip on it is pressed against him. The stretch is quick, but he responds nicely, sinking back into the bed, eyes opening and locking onto mine.
“You good?” I ask, and he nods, then takes another bite of pie.
“Perfect.”
“Good. Don’t forget you’re supposed to share that.”
He glances down at the bowl.
“I guess you’ll have to distract me from eating it all, won’t you.”
I twist the vibrator inside him, and he sucks in a breath, a smile fixed on his lips.
“Oh, I plan to,” I reply, and then I press the tiny button on the side of the base. The low rumble of the vibration starts, and I draw back and thrust, and draw back and thrust, leaving him no time to catch his breath between moans. “That’s it, open for me, baby.”
I turn the slightly curved vibrator and angle it just right so it hits that perfect bundle of nerves with surgical precision. His back arches high, and he shifts the bowl to the side of him as his free hand white-knuckles the bedsheet.
“Oh god, Atlas,” he moans, the scent of him rising to meet me, and my mouth waters again. This time, I shift myself down a little and grip his cock in my free hand, and then when I thrust inside him next with the toy, I suck him deep into my throat.
I draw him in with every thrust, glancing the vibrator over his prostate over and over again until his hand finds the back of my head and his fingers tangle there, gripping and pulling it tight, just on the right side of pain.
“I want to feel you inside me,” he gasps. I come off him with a pop, pulling the toy free as I go, and quickly fumble with the condom, stretching it over my leaking cock. He pushes up and turns on the bed, hands against the wall, ass out, and watching me over his shoulder.
“Holy fuck that’s hot,” I gasp, and then I shift in close, gripping his hip in one hand as I press my cockhead against hisopening. Too eager to wait for me to push in, Matthew sinks back against me, forcing me deep until I bottom out and I’m sitting on my knees, his ass in my lap, and his head lolls back to rest against my chest.
“Oh god, you feel good,” I say, bringing my arms around him and pulling him to me at his waist. He reaches back and grips the back of my neck with one hand and then lifts his hips before sinking down again, fingers twisting tightly in my hair.
“Oh fuck,” he gasps, and then he goes again, taking total control of the moment, lifting himself up and thrusting back into me over and over.
