2. Walker
Walker
M y mind was a mess way before Phoenix Harding followed me away from the bonfire. The fact that he’s been the object of all my fantasies since I hit puberty just makes it that much better…and worse . So much worse.
Because despite everything else going on in my life, I’m going to give in to him. Knowing he was going to be here this weekend, competing to keep his title, has had me hard for fucking weeks . And it’s the reason I was selfish enough to be here tonight instead of where I should be.
Fuck, I can’t think about that right now.
Not that I thought I’d even get to talk to Phoenix.
Being the one jeopardizing his win was pretty much a guarantee that I’d be his least favorite person here tonight.
And fooling around with him certainly never crossed my mind.
I had no idea he’s even into guys, but every time he caught me staring, his gaze returned the unmistakable desire in mine.
I walked away from the fire to avoid this.
I’m trouble, and he doesn’t need me fucking things up for him.
But he chose to follow me, and in doing so, he sealed his fate. Because I’m prepared to tell him whatever he wants to hear so long as he touches me tonight.
I practically drag him down to the barn. Seeing as this is my hometown, I’m well aware of where everything is since I occasionally practice here.
Unlatching the dummy lock on the barn door, I shove Phoenix inside. He only lets me think I have control for about thirty seconds before he spins us, slamming my back against the wall of the barn, forcing a whoosh of air from my lungs.
God, yes. Hurt me. It’s what I deserve.
His hard body feels so good pressed against mine, like he’s strong enough to bear the weight of what’s crushing me inside.
I melt into him, and he slips his powerful thigh between my legs as his hands creep under my shirt until they land on my skin, threatening to burn me alive.
“If it’s too much, just say stop,” he says before he parts my lips with his tongue again while simultaneously grinding his cock against my leg.
The whimper that leaves my mouth is embarrassing as all fuck, but it seems to spur him on even more. He removes one hand from my torso and cups the back of my neck to deepen the kiss.
I don’t realize that my arms are hanging by my sides until he pulls back, searching my face and says, “You can touch me, you know.”
Being given the green light to peruse the body of my celebrity crush is more intoxicating than the alcohol I’ve consumed tonight, and immediately, I start undoing the buttons on his shirt, only getting through two before I rip the damn thing open, desperate to feel what’s underneath.
The popped buttons hit our boots before scattering across the barn floor.
“Now we’re talking.” Phoenix smiles, moving his lips from my mouth to my neck, his head craned to the side to get beneath my cowboy hat.
I relish the feel of him there, but I already miss his taste of him on my tongue.
He shamelessly rolls his hips into me and oh-my-fucking-God, I almost come on the spot.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
He finally takes my hat off as my hands move down to his belt buckle.
Admittedly, I’ve never unfastened a belt buckle from this side, and I fumble slightly before getting it open.
Once it’s free, I immediately start on the button on his pants, but it’s like cowboys don’t even want to get fucked. Why are there so many goddamn buttons?
When Phoenix’s deep, dark laugh reaches my ears, I know I’ve spoken my thoughts out loud.
He grips the roots of my hair and pulls my head back to make me look him in the eye.
“If competing in the rodeo doesn’t work out for you, you could always go into the rodeo clothing industry.
Easy-to-remove shirts and jeans that actually leave room for our nuts would be awesome.
” He laughs, and I can’t believe it, but I feel a smile tug at the corners of my mouth too.
I haven’t smiled in weeks, months, two years.
I shake my head, but I’m still smiling. “Fuck, you really do talk a lot.”
With a glint in his eyes, he drops to his knees in front of me. “Can’t talk around a mouth full of dick.”
I’m so fucking desperate to feed him my cock.
He makes much faster work of my belt than I did of his. Probably because this isn’t his first rodeo, dummy. I snort a laugh at my own word choice and he pauses, looking up at me.
“Something funny? ”
Oh, shit.
“No. Just berating my clumsy attempt to get your belt off with both hands when you just undid mine with two fingers and a thumb.”
“This ain’t my first rodeo,” he says, mirroring my thoughts.
“That’s exactly what I said in my head!” My voice is too loud, and I quickly try to reign in my amusement because it makes me sound so fucking young.
He smirks as he shoves my pants and boxers down to my knees, baring my dick. Holy fucking shit, this is really happening. Phoenix Harding is about to put my cock in his mouth .
“As you’re about to find out, I can do a whole helluva lot with two fingers and a thumb,” he says with all the confidence in the world.
Please don’t come in two seconds. Please don’t come in two seconds. I repeat the chant over and over, mentally willing myself to hold out and make this last.
“Damn, man. You weren’t kidding. Nothing little about this,” he groans from the floor before dragging his flat tongue across the swollen head of my cock, making my palms smack the wooden planks of the wall beside me.
“ Jesus fucking Christ, ” I hiss, my knees buckling as my hips thrust forward.
“Baby, this is going to be so much fun if you keep giving me responses like that,” Phoenix says from his knees as one of his hands works my shaft.
I’m hard as granite and my balls are already tingling. Like the amateur I am, I blurt out, “If I come really fast, I swear I can come again.”
His laugh is sinful. “Don’t worry, Quick Shooter.
I know exactly how many times I plan to make you come.
” Before I can think too hard about the nickname he just gave me—no doubt because I’m already about to shoot my load in his mouth—he sucks my cock down his throat as he massages my balls with his free hand.
Reality threatens to shatter around me as I fully embrace the fact that a man is getting me off for the first time.
Did I lie? Kind of. Kind of not.
He asked if I’ve done this before. Technically, I’ve had sex…just not with another dude. He didn’t clarify, so neither did I.
Implied questions deserve implied answers.
Phoenix goes slow, hollowing his cheeks and really sucking for a few strokes before changing it up and relaxing his cheeks as he bobs faster on my cock.
The heat and wetness of his mouth, not to mention, the sounds he’s making as he slurps on my flesh, have me freefalling toward my release faster than ever.
He pops off my dick and licks a line from my balls to my tip before sitting back on the heels of his cowboy boots, his frat-boy features staring me straight in the face and…
“Holy shit, ” I breathe.
The dim lights in the barn are the brightest lights I’ve seen him under, and his eyes are fucking mesmerizing. As green as emeralds, I always thought they were photoshopped in the magazines and pictures I saw online.
He thinks I’m talking about his dick-sucking skills, which aren’t bad either.
“This is just the warm-up, baby,” he mutters and I’m beginning to think his smirk is a permanent feature of his face. “But if you need to come, I’m ready to swallow every fucking drop.”
I’d managed to get myself under control, but his words and the thought of him swallowing my cum—having some part of me still inside him when he rides tomorrow—is too fucking much.
I grab his head and drive my fingers into his golden locks as I thrust my hips forward, spilling my fucking soul down his throat with his name on my lips .
“Phoenix, I’m com… oh fuuuuck …”
He makes a show of licking me clean after he pulls the last shudder from my body.
“ Phoenix ,” I say his name again, tugging on his hair as he gently licks my softening cock, trying to tell him I’m too sensitive for that.
“Trust me,” he says, pulling my cock back into his mouth.
And Lord, help me, I do trust him.
I’ll let him use my body however he wants, but standing is becoming an issue.
“Let me sit. My legs can’t hold me up anymore.”
“Here, come lay down over here,” he instructs with a shocking amount of tenderness.
I gather my pants, pulling them up enough to walk, and the heels of our boots swish on the hay beneath our feet.
He leads me toward the open tack room where there are plenty of saddle pads and blankets, and he throws a few of them onto the concrete slab of the small room.
They smell like horses, but so do we, despite the showers we both took after our last rides.
Laughing, he says, “We’re probably going to itch like hell in the morning.” But then he grows serious as he runs one hand under my shirt, finding my scorched skin again while the other starts pushing me down onto the floor.
“You’re really eighteen, right? I don’t know why that’s such a special number, but it’s the one that ensures I don’t end up in prison if this gets out, so it’s important to me.”
“Yeah, I’m really eighteen,” I confirm. At least that’s not a lie.
“There’s not much about you online,” he says, waiting for me to offer more information.
I don’t.
“I like to know as much about the people I’m fucking as I can, and I know next to nothing about you. Just so I’m clear, I don’t like that. Just because I choose to keep this part of my life hidden from the public doesn’t mean I like to feel hidden from my partners.”
I feel the desperation in his voice. What shocks me the most is the revelation that under his playboy persona, not only is Phoenix bisexual, he’s also deep, kind, caring, and honest. I’ve been obsessed with him because of his riding skills.
And sure, in the last couple of years it became impossible not to notice his blond hair, tan skin, perfect smile, and killer body—hell, my reaction to him is part of the reason I’m in my current mess in the first place—but he’s so much more than meets the eye.
The most I’d hoped for this weekend was a win and a glimpse of him in the ring. But he’s about to give me everything.
Guilt slams into me tenfold.
I hurt everyone around me.
I’ll hurt him too.
If only that were enough to make me go back to my own camper and leave Phoenix alone.
Instead, I kick my boots off, and he slides my jeans and boxers down my legs before following suit with his own. I’ve never been face-to-face with a cock before, and the fact that I’m staring at his cock has me seeing stars.
Surely, he can see my heart beating through my inexperienced chest.
He’s fucking stunning.
A goddamn masterpiece.
The muscles of a man . Lines that accentuate the hardness of his body and the ruggedness of our sport. His skin isn’t flawless, he has scars like we all do. Old rope burns, gashes from hooves or horns. I wish I had time to hear about each and every one of them .
But I don’t. I’m out of time, which is really the only reason I’m allowing myself tonight in the first place.
Selfish bastard.
Finally, he strips my undershirt over my head and suddenly, we’re both naked. I’m on my back, and he’s looming above me in all his glory.
I know what I want to do, but I’m hesitant. What if I make a mistake and turn him off?
“I can hear you panicking,” he finally says, as he stretches his naked body along my own.
“Not panicking, just in awe,” I offer as a half-truth.
“Please, don’t stop.” I wince when I realize how pathetic my begging must sound, but to my relief, Phoenix reaches between us and starts lazily stroking our cocks together in his palm.
Need and lust course through me so violently my back bows off the blankets.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I say with a shudder.
Looking me in the eye, Phoenix says, “I apologize in advance for ruining you for any men who come after me.”
I wish I could tell him there won’t be any, but I don’t want to kill the mood. Instead, I pull him down on top of me. We’re both slick with sweat from the summer heat as his mouth finds mine, utterly consuming me.
Before long, his right hand is nudging my legs wider and he breaks our kiss to stick two of his fingers into his mouth, wetting them with his saliva before placing them between my legs.
He runs them over my balls, across my taint, until finally, he’s pressing them against the tight ring of muscle no one besides myself has ever penetrated.
He stays on the outside of my ass, rimming me while he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, and our dicks rub against each other as they’re trapped between our bodies.
I’m vibrating with the need to be filled by him…the need to experience this at least once before everything becomes too much.