3. Phoenix
Phoenix
T here’re a million reasons I shouldn’t be here right now, but with Walker hard against my stomach, offering me his ass and the promise of his silence, no way in hell am I walking away.
The energy flowing between us is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Granted, I’ve never fucked another bronc rider. But that must be it. We obviously have a lot in common because not everyone finds getting thrown around on the back of a two-thousand-pound animal fun…but we do.
I don’t have to work so hard to impress Walker because he gets it. He knows how hard it is to ride well enough to get to the top, which means I’m finally able to relax. I’m having fun more than trying to prove myself or live up to my reputation, and that is definitely new.
Walker groans beneath me as my fingers play with his ass.
I’m fully prepared to coach him through this moment because even if he’s had sex, he can’t have had that much sex.
Eighteen-year-olds typically don’t have game like the movies and television shows make it seem, but he surprises me when he relaxes into my touch like he’s been waiting his whole life for this.
“Yes, baby. That’s it. Fuck, just like that,” I praise him between kisses. Sitting up, I reach for the lube packet in the pocket of my pants, thanking the powers that be I had enough sense to grab multiple—and condoms.
Walker is clinging to me, and I can’t tell if it’s purely out of lust or something else. Something darker. It feels like he’s trying not to drown. Like he’s using me to keep his head above water.
I bristle at the thought of being used again, but quickly push the intrusive feeling away, intent on finding release for us both.
He intrigues me. Maybe it’s the way his shyness battles with his eagerness or the way he looks at me like I can solve all of his problems. Either way, he’s fucking addicting.
His light brown eyes hold more depth than I’ve ever noticed in another person, and even for eighteen, he seems to be carrying the weight of the world.
Despite that, he keeps his shoulders back and his head held high.
His quiet strength is the total opposite of my loud mouth, and I want to see if I can make him scream.
Lubing a finger, I get my own arousal in check by strangling the base of my dick as I talk him through the next steps. I’m sure he knows what’s coming, but it’s more fun to say it out loud.
“I’m going to stretch you out and get you ready to take my cock. Your job is just to relax and get turned on as hell, got it?”
“Already there,” he pants, grinding his hips into me, seeking friction and proving his declaration.
I spread him easily with my middle finger, and although I was prepared to put in the work, the fact that I won’t have to ramps my desire up even more.
“Damn, Quick Shooter. Looks like you’re giving me a run for my money in every arena tonight.” As if my words remind him of what’s happening, I feel him clamp down on me. “Fuck, baby, I’m about to come just from fingering your tight ass.”
Sitting back, I keep working his hole with my right hand while my left hand grabs his shaft and starts pumping slowly.
His breathing increases and he pushes his hips into my hand. I expect his eyes to be closed, lost to the sensation, but when I look at him, his eyes are on my face.
“Like what you see?” I ask, arching a brow as I slide a second finger in alongside the first. It’s so easy to forget that in less than twelve hours, he’s going to be trying his hardest to take my title.
“More than you know,” he replies in a husky tone.
“The circuit’s hard for men like us,” I explain as I pump my fingers in and out of him slowly, savoring this connection between us.
“It’s not the only thing hard for us,” he teases. His eyes finally fall shut as I add a third finger. I chuckle at his joke, but he interrupts with the sweetest sound. “Please, Phoenix. Please just fuck me already.”
“Ahh, I love hearing you beg, baby.” Ripping open another packet of lube, I spread it up and down his crease, making sure he’s got more than enough to ease the burn. Then I open the condom and roll it on, coating it in lube as well for good measure and a pleasurable experience.
Lining myself up with my target, I slowly begin to work my way inside.
His long arms reach down and he digs his fingers into my thighs.
He doesn’t push me away or ask me to stop.
I think he’s just seeking contact. Understanding that need well, I lace his fingers with mine, letting him squeeze my hand as my dick stretches him wide.
Watching my cock disappear in his ass is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen .
“Oh hell, this won’t take me long,” I admit. Every time I rock my hips forward, his ass bears down on me. I angle my hips so my cock strikes his prostate and his eyes fly open.
“ Oh fuck!” he yells, making me smile.
“It’s a good thing that river outside will catch your scream and drown it before it reaches the bonfire,” I tell him, shocked to realize a small part of me wants everyone to know how good I’m making him feel.
The possessive side of myself wants people to know that Walker’s turned everyone down tonight, but he’s allowed me inside.
Physically at least. But it’s a start.
“Do that again,” he commands, letting go of my hands to trail his fingers across my abs as I move inside him.
Since my hands are now free, I lean back on them, angling my hips even further to assault that button deep inside him with every stroke. My knees are tucked beneath me and I thrust repeatedly.
“Jack yourself,” I tell him. “But stop when I tell you to because that orgasm belongs to me.”
“Yeah, okay,” he agrees, gripping his shaft with one hand while the other still grips my torso. It only takes a few pumps before I can tell he’s about to explode, so I bat his hand away, replace it with mine, and lean forward while I continue to piston my hips.
I kiss his neck, inhaling his scent, reveling in the masculinity beneath me.
“You’re fucking perfect, and you’re making me want more than just tonight,” I stupidly admit in the heat of the moment, pulling harder on his dick.
My heart hammers in my chest when he begins to moan.
“That’s it, baby, come for me. Your tight ass has me about to fill you up.
Oh, fuck, that’s it. Yes… yes… fucking milk my cock. ”
For the first time in my life, I come at the same time as my partner. Usually, I make sure they get off before me, but there was no holding back tonight.
Fuck my life. Walker DeVille is perfection.
I kiss his decadent, swollen lips, swallowing the sound as he cries my name while he comes violently, coating both our chests. I make good on my statement and explode inside the latex sheath, filling it to capacity.
When he comes down from his high, his eyes are closed, and he sighs with a grin on his face.
Before I can stop myself from the intimate gesture, I reach up and trace the outline of his mouth with my finger.
His lips are works of art. Full to the point of being plump, smooth, and a gorgeous shade of pink, I know they’re the envy of a lot of women.
I’ve never seen a dude with a mouth like this, and I’m dying to see it wrapped around my cock.
At twenty, I don’t really have any desire to settle down, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not interested in a stable relationship.
Especially with someone like Walker, who is familiar with this lifestyle, even if we’re competitors.
The media portrays me as some kind of playboy, but that’s not really true.
I’m just outgoing and love to be around people.
I don’t bother correcting them though, and I’m guilty of leaning into the reputation because the media hounds tend to leave me alone that way.
“Are you okay?” I ask gently, moving on to trace the planes of his face.
“Yes. No. A little of both,” he answers honestly.
I sit up, pull out of him slowly, and dispose of the condom in the trashcan by the door.
It’s the middle of July in south Texas, so thankfully, being cold isn’t something we have to worry about.
There’s a small bathroom connected to the tack room, and I grab a wet paper towel, dragging it over my chest before grabbing another and kneeling to clean him up .
“I can do that,” he says quickly, a hint of embarrassment in his tone as he reaches to take the towel from me.
“Let me,” I plead, wanting to take care of him in this way for some inexplicable reason. Coming together was really special. Bringing him pleasure expanded my own in a way I’d never felt before and looking down at him now, I can’t help but wonder what it would be like if he were mine.
All mine.
Only mine.
He doesn’t argue, but props himself up on his elbows like he wants to watch every second of this interaction.
It makes me wild with dirty thoughts. Hoping to turn him back on—because I owe him a couple more orgasms—I plant my knees on the outside of his thighs and lean forward again, this time using my tongue to lick up every drop of his cum splayed across his stomach, the paper towel discarded to the side.
His hands fly to my shoulders and then move to my hair as I continue to slowly lick him clean.
“Christ, that’s hot,” he whispers, looking down at me. I push forward, feeding him a taste of himself that he takes eagerly from my tongue.
Fucking perfect.
“ You’re hot,” I correct. “Seriously, we should do this again.” It’s rare that I’m the one begging, but fuck , this guy does something to me. I want in . Even after letting me fuck him in the ass on the floor of a barn, he’s still keeping me at arm’s length.
“I’m not sure we’ll have another chance,” he says quietly.
I blow out a frustrated breath. “Then we’ll make another chance.
” He gives me a sad smile, and I wish I knew how to interpret it.
“Look, Walker, I obviously like you, and I think you like me…” I laugh despite the seriousness of the conversation.
“Fuck, that sounds so juvenile. I just meant, it’s hard being a closeted rider, and if we were to see each other at ot her rodeos and are this compatible, it might make life a lot easier. ”
He huffs out a humorless laugh of his own. “Trust me, Phoenix, nothing about me will make your life a lot easier.”
I can’t help it. I need to know why he sounds so troubled. I lay down next to him on the blankets and pull him on top of me.
“You know, if you don’t love this sport then it’s not worth doing. All the events are dangerous an?—”
“I love riding,” he says immediately, cutting me off.
“Okay, so your stress isn’t rodeo related,” I observe.
“Who said I’m stressed?” he asks, not making eye contact.
“Everyone else may be distracted by these fucking lips,” I nip his bottom lip for emphasis, “and while I’m about to profess my love for them, I also see past them. You’re hurting.”
“Can we talk about something else? Or do something else?” he pleads, rolling his hips against me. “This has been the most incredible night of my life. I don’t want to waste time talking about the bullshit.”
I pull his face to look at me. “Fine. I’ll be your distraction, but whatever is bothering you, you’ll get through it. I see the strength you have. Your determination is bright in your eyes. Don’t let anyone take that away from you. You’re stronger than you think, and you’re going to be okay.”
I watch Walker bite the inside of his cheek to keep his emotions in check. His eyes grow glassy as he fights to hold back tears. I hope like hell I made things better instead of worse.
Sounding so broken, he whispers, “Thank you,” before he begins grinding against me again, the heaviness of our conversation fading into the background.
I’m not nearly as gentle the second round as I was the first. He insists on talking shit this time, and it’s like he’s programmed to know exactly which buttons of mine to hit.
As I fuck him from behind with my hand on the back of his neck, grinding his cheek into the saddle pad, a mix of awe and fury courses through me because he won’t fucking break for me.
I slam into him harder than I’ve railed anyone before, encouraged by his moans.
I want more from him, and he won’t give it to me.
All he says is fuck yes, more, and harder.
By one in the morning, we’re completely spent, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to drive my spurs into my bronc hard enough to stay on when it’s my turn to compete later.