Page 37 of Stables Spurs Suits
“Sorry, I’ll try to contain myself,” he whispers, and I hold his gaze, grip him by the base, and run my tongue up his length. He lets out a low rumble and drops his head back. Seeing him like this, knowing I’m making him fight to hold onto control, making him hard and leaking… Is this what everyone else feels? If it’s like this every time, how do they ever leave their bedrooms?
The grass is soft under my knees, and my toes dig into the soil, propelling me forward as I take him deep into my throat again.
“Ngngh,” Matthew groans, and I slide my free hand up the back of his thigh and grasp a handful of his ass. His fingers twist in my hair, bringing my heart to a fever pace with the slightest hint of pain.
I let my teeth graze along his shaft, and his fingers dig tighter.
“So good,” he moans, urging me on. I slurp him down, circling his cockhead with my tongue and lapping up his salty precum. I move my hand from his base to his balls, and give them a soft squeeze and tug as I take him deep into my throat again.
His hips make small bucking motions, and I look up and find him panting, biting his fist as his hungry gaze watches every move I make.
“Oh fuck, you’re incredible. Did you know that? You have to know that,” he gasps.
A smile teases at my lips, making it harder to keep the suction around him, and I make a “hmm” noise in reply. He keeps his voice low so it doesn’t carry across the field to the rest of the ranch, and judging by how fast he forces the side of his fist back into his mouth and bites down, I know he’s close.
I grip his balls again, firmer, and his fingers dig in deep, twisting my hair as he bucks into my throat. If I could talk, I’d tell him to fuck my mouth as hard and fast as he wants, until he fills my throat with his incredible taste, but all I can do is make soft moaning noises, hoping it’s spurring him on, and eagerly take every inch of him.
“Fucking hell, Atlas,” he breathes, and my cock just about explodes at the sound of my name on his breathy little lips.
I release his ass and grab my cock, fucking my fist in time with his eager thrusts into my throat. Pressure builds, his cock pulses, filling me with his hot, salty perfection, and then I’m gone. My orgasm hits hard, the sounds of the ranch turning to static as his thrusts slow and his cock softens, still heavy against my tongue as he slips free and his grip on my hair relaxes.
“That was… wow,” he says, chest still heaving in ragged breaths. “Now my turn.”
“I’ll need a few minutes before I’m ready to go again,” I reply with a smirk, glancing down. It takes him a second to register that I’ve already come too.
“Oh. I feel bad, you did all the work.” He pouts, and it’s adorable.
“It was far from work,” I reassure him, standing, and he grabs my waist and pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around my midsection and wedging our cocks between us.
I brace myself for the crawling sensation that doesn’t come, and he looks up at me, concerned.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Perfect,” I reply as my body relaxes against him. He pushes up onto his toes and kisses me. He doesn’t care that the taste of him is still on my tongue; he deepens the kiss, and my cock twitches. Maybe I won’t need that long to reset after all.
***
That was either the best idea I’ve ever had or the worst, and I keep bouncing between the two, unable to concentrate on anything else.
Connor passes by the new stables, Miss Moo wearing a harness and attached to a lead rope.
“I think this one’s been taking lessons from the llama,” he laughs as he heads toward the cuddle cove. It’s not really a cove. It’s just the name we decided on calling the fenced-off section where Connor runs cuddle sessions with his herd of mini highlands and a few of the other young animals. We have an eclectic array here on Beaker Brothers. Most of the odd ones, though, are courtesy of Preston, the local vet. He would find them, and Dean would be unable to resist his charms, so they found their homes here, much like the rest of the human residents, actually.
“Where did you find her this time?” I ask.
“Stuck with her head in the dog door up at the house. I think she’s looking for Poppy.”
The cow’s ears prick up at the sound of Preston’s daughter’s name.
“I think you might be right,” I say.
“How are they settling in?” Connor asks, nodding toward the new stables behind me.
“Great. I was just about to let them out into the field with the rest of the family, see how they go. If you have some time, I could use a hand, you know, just in case we have to wrangle one or two.”
“I’ve got time. I thought Matthew was helping you, though?” he asks, and I feel my cheeks immediately grow warm. I turn to grab the basket of carrots Sally-May dropped off a short while ago, hoping he didn’t notice.
“Yeah, he umm, he’s helping Skye with unhooking the girls from their afternoon session. He’ll be by after if he doesn’t have to get back to town.”
