Thirty
Jace
He’s here. He’s actually here. I was going to argue again, about why he shouldn’t be, but then my hand touched his and I knew I was done before I started. Worry will forever sit at the back of my head, about whether he’ll hate me when he finds my guest no one knows about in the shed out back, but I’m too far gone to step away again.
His smile is big and bright as he runs his hand down the mare’s back. “She’s beautiful. Is she yours?”
“Yeah.” I hand him the brush and he brushes her hair, and his lips stretch even wider when she nudges his hand with her nose when he stops. “I think she likes you.”
“The feeling is definitely mutual.”
“It helps to establish some trust before taking her for a ride.”
His face lights up. “I’ll get to take her for a ride?”
“Yeah. I was thinking first thing in the morning.”
He continues brushing her while I feed her an apple slice.
“I won’t say no to that. Will I get to see more of the animals too?”
“Sure. You might retract that question when you meet the rams though,” I say between chuckling.
“I can see why you like it out here so much.” He drops his hand.
“I like it even more now.” I grab his wrist, rubbing my thumb over the small scar on his skin. “I must have missed that before.”
“Yeah, I cut it open on a piece of glass in the sink while I was washing dishes.”
“You’re still a danger to yourself, I see,” I say humorously.
“Yeah. So that means I should be worried more about myself than you,” he says smugly, kissing my lips. “You going to show me the place you go when you want to be alone?”
I inhale deeply when I nudge my nose into his cheek. “Sure, but if I do that now, we might miss dinner.”
His eyes heat. “I had a big lunch at the airport anyway.”
I laugh, sealing my lips over his and I drag him out of the stables. Sunlight hits our faces, and when I see no one else is out here, I continue holding his hand as I steer him toward the old barn. We push our way through the double doors and he jumps ahead of me, exploring the large space. He smiles up at the godawful curtains I took from our parents’ house that are blocking off a section.
“They really were the perfect touch.” I tug at them, looking at him lovingly.
“Yeah. They look really good here.”
“And so do you.” I shove him toward the futon, lowering him to the black mattress with me while capturing his lips. My tongue dips into his mouth and he fights for dominance as I slide a hand up the front of his shirt.
His face pulls back a little and he takes his shirt off, staring at the partly open doors. “Does anyone ever come out here?”
“No.” I remove my shirt next and then undo his pants, my cock twitching when I see how wet he is for me, his cock leaking like a faucet already. Lowering myself, I drag my tongue along the damp spots and I suck him through the thin fabric.
His breaths hitch and he moans when I rip the center of his underwear, aggressively taking his cock in my hand while I lick my way back up his body. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“You. I just want you.”
“And it’s exactly what you’ll get from now on. Are you this needy with anyone else?” I ask, loving how he turns to putty in my hands.
“No. No one else.” He whimpers, writhing against my hand. “Please fuck me. I need you inside me. I need to have you in a place I never thought I’d get to.”
I strip out of the remainder of my clothes, searching for lube on the nearby table. I squirt some in my hand, stroking my cock and slicking up his hole. He rolls his hips, rubbing himself on the tips of my finger as I push my way inside. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
I go deeper, twisting around as I pass his tight ring of muscle. Adding another finger, I spread them both apart, scissoring inside him until I feel he’s ready for me.
“So fucking hungry for me, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes.”
“I love being inside this slutty little hole. My slutty hole.”
“All yours,” he says, arching his hips. “Only yours.”
“Yes, only mine. Glen will never get to have this again. No one will.” I flip him onto his back and shove a pillow under his hips. He moves his hips, rocking forward, his pert ass sticking up in the air like a beautiful offering.
“Jace,” he cries. “Please.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.” I hold on to his hips, lining my cock up with his hole. I rub the head over his rim before pushing slowly inside. Once I’m halfway, I hold myself still, and pull out before slamming back in.
His body shakes and I pull another moan from him when I increase my thrusts, hitting him in the spot that has him shining brighter than a star. I rotate my hips, lifting his to play with his cock. I kiss the back of his neck, driving in deeper while holding his body closer to mine. He comes into the pillow and I lose all control after him, filling his perfect hole that squeezes around my cock so well.
Our heavy panting fills the room and I turn us both onto our sides, stroking his chest as we both doze off.