Page 36 of Stables Spurs Suits
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“Am I sure I want to get naked with you again?”
“This time is different,” he says, hands shaking a little. He can’t honestly be nervous right now. This guy is probably the hottest horseman I’ve ever seen in my life; he’s probably been with heaps of people.
“I want different,” I say, and I reach up, cup his face, and kiss him. This time, he doesn’t pull away. His hands slide around to my back, and he lifts me to him, his hard body pressed against mine, and my cock bulging under the denim of my jeans, aching to be set free. And then, as if he heard it begging, he fumbles with my fly, gets it down, and then frees my hard cock from the confines of my underwear, gripping it in his warm, callused hand as his tongue fights mine for control.
I better not be hallucinating.
Chapter fifteen
ATLAS
A TASTE OF SOMETHING NEW
I don’t do stuff like this. Even the thought of being with someone would normally have me shuddering, but Matthew looks at me with those glistening hazel eyes, and I can’t get close enough. His tongue against mine, every ounce of his desire pours into his kiss and spurs me on. His thick cock moves through my grip, and I’m a little annoyed at myself for not taking a moment to check him out before closing the gap between us.
His fingers slide up the back of my neck and tangle in my hair, and then he yanks my head back and to the side and buries his mouth in the crease of my neck.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, working him faster. His free hand slides between us, and he’s got my buckle unclasped and my jeans unzipped in impressive time. My cock springs forward, eager to meet his grasp, but my shirt gets in the way, and I pull back with heaving breaths. I strip off my shirt completely. His hungry gazetrails down my body, and he lifts his hips and wriggles his jeans down over his knees.
His impressive cock glistens with precum under the waning light. A storm is coming in, and the low rumble of thunder echoes in the distance. He looks up.
“Don’t worry, we have plenty of time before it gets here,” I reassure him, and he turns back to me, a devilish smirk on his face.
“I wasn’t worried about getting wet,” he says, and I stand to shove my jeans down and step out. The instant relief of being naked washes over me, but something new is there too. Like a magnet, a new force pulls me toward him.
“What were you worried about, then?” I ask, and he stands, his jeans bunching around his calves.
“Someone wandering by and seeing us.”
“No one comes out this way,” I tell him, and he chuckles.
“I did, remember?”
“How could I forget? You face planted over the railing.”
“I almost stuck the landing. If I recall, you weren’t even fazed by my being there.”
I shrug. “I never really cared about who saw me naked.”
“What about now?” he asks, reaching forward and holding my waist. His touch is warm and comforting, which was a stark contrast to the crawling sensation I’d come to expect from contact with skin, fabric, practically anything except water. Did all the years forcing myself to wear different fabrics, pushing myself beyond uncomfortable to try to desensitize myself actually work, and I just never noticed? Or is it him?
“I’d like for no one to see me right now, but not because I’m naked.”
“Because I’m naked?” he asks, peering up at me and stepping even closer. The warmth from his body reaches out like an invisible force field trying to encase us both.
“Because this time, it is absolutely about being naked together.”
“Good, so should we take this inside?” he asks, and I shake my head and drop to my knees.
The moment my lips wrap around his cockhead, his hands find my hair, and his fingers tangle in that perfect way that I’m starting to love.
“Oh fuck,” he says when I swallow him down to his base, and I come off with a pop.
“Shh. People might not be able to see us through the trees, but they could still hear us.”
He peers down at me, lips puckered in a cheeky grin.
