Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
SIMON
Something hard nudges my hip and I awake instantly. Only to find myself face to face with a large horse looming over me. Chispa. She shoves her nose into my hip again, her teeth pulling at my coat.
“Hey! Stop that,” I exclaim and try to push her away. I sit up and ease the stiffness in my neck, wiping the drool from the corner of my mouth where I’d fallen asleep against Andrés. He stirs and blinks as he opens his eyes.
“Your horse is trying to eat me!” I felt alright when I was standing next to her, but sitting down here, she looks huge. I can’t get up as she’s in the way. I’m trapped. Maybe this is how I’ll meet my death. I can see the headlines—chef mauled and eaten by giant horse.
“So she’s a sweetheart when it suits you and my horse when it doesn’t?” Andrés chuckles. He doesn’t look bothered by how close she is. It figures. He was probably raised by horses, and learned to stand by hauling himself up by one of their legs.
“Exactly,” I huff and he laughs again.
“It’s the carrots,” he says.
“The carrots?”
“The ones in your pocket. She’s trying to get to them.” I’d forgotten all about those.
“Oh, can I feed them to her now, then?”
“Yes, she’ll be fine to have them,” he says and I pull the bag out of my pocket and offer her some. She takes them gently, no longer trying to seek them out herself, and she no longer feels threatening.
“Here you go, sweetheart,” I say deliberately and Andrés laughs again.
He scoots sideways off the bale of bedding and stands, stretching his back.
He gives her a check over and looks satisfied, so he fetches her some food.
The carrots now gone and with the prospect of another meal, she moves away from me and I have room to stand.
I look over the low wall and can see the barn is a hive of activity—people everywhere, horses being taken out of the stalls, a lot of cleaning taking place.
Jorge comes over and he and Andrés exchange a few words.
They both look over at Chispa so I guess they must be discussing her.
I roll my shoulders a few times and try to remove the kinks in my back.
Sleeping in a sitting position in a cold barn is not comfortable; I do not recommend.
I glance at my watch, it’s six in the morning.
“Are you late for work?” Andrés’ face creases to a worried frown as he comes over.
“No, I’m not on the early shift today. I don’t start until ten,” I explain, and his face changes to a hopeful smile.
“How about a hot shower and a couple of hours in a comfortable bed first?” His offer does sound attractive.
“Sleeping? You didn’t mention sleeping.”
“I can’t promise that.” His husky voice sends a thrill through my body. Fuck it, who needs sleep.
“Good, just so long as we’re clear on that,” I reply, and he flashes me a grin with his perfect white teeth. “What about the horses?” I ask.
“Jorge will see to them, and there’s plenty of time, we don’t start loading them until twelve.” Oh, yes of course, he really is leaving today. I turn away from him so he can’t see my face fall, and I go to Chispa.
“Goodbye, sweetheart. Hopefully I’ll see you again one day,” I whisper to her and give her a final stroke on her neck. When I leave, Andrés is looking at me with a wistful expression on his face.
“Come on,” I say. “You did at least promise me a shower.” We walk between the stalls and I have a thought. “So how will they get to the UK?”
“On an aeroplane.”
“Huh. How does that work?” I never thought about it before, but I suppose they’d have to.
“They’re taken by trailer to the airfield, then they have special stalls they’re put into. There are like three stalls joined together. Then these are loaded onto the plane, which is fitted out to take them.”
“Who takes them? I guess not a budget airline.”
“Not any airline,” he laughs. “Austin owns a horse transport business, so it’s his plane they’ll be flying on.”
“Austin owns a plane?” I’ve never met anyone who owned a plane before.
“He has several. He flies horses all over the world, to competitions, for breeding, the Olympics.” Andrés shrugs like it’s no big deal, and I suppose he’s used to it. It sounds pretty cool, though.
“Do the horses mind? Flying, that is?”
“Not usually, no. Occasionally one has to be sedated, but not often. They’re better than most passengers.” We’ve reached the hotel now and I see his grin in the mirrored wall of the elevator. I laugh. I can imagine they don’t complain about the food.
Once we’re in Andrés’ room, he pulls me into a deep kiss. His nose wrinkles as he pulls away again.
“We both need a shower.”
I take a deep sniff and pull a face; he’s not wrong. He goes into the bathroom and switches the water on. When he returns we both undress quickly, and I feast my eyes on his body, homing in on his long cock. Fuck, I’m gonna miss it, every inch of it filling me. I can almost feel it, I need it.
“Let’s get clean and then you’re going to fuck me so hard I’ll still be coming next week.”
He just growls and drags me into the shower.
We wash each other, not taking turns just working round each other.
I palm his cock, stroking him to full hardness and enjoying watching his eyes darken.
He pulls out of my hand, grumbling about coming too soon, and turns me round. I put my hands on the tiles.
“Spread ’em for me, cutie,” he growls against my neck, nudging my legs apart.
He presses himself close and I can feel his dick hard against my butt cheek.
With one hand he starts stroking my dick, the other he traces down my crease, probing for my hole.
He doesn’t even tease me, he just plunges his finger in, and I gasp.
It burns and I’m here for it. I want to feel everything.
“More,” I moan as he twists his finger and drags it across my bundle of nerves.
He gives me more, adding another finger and fucking me with his fingers, harder and faster.
His other hand still works my dick, and I thrust forward into his hand and back onto his fingers buried in my ass.
Both feel so good and I lose track of time.
I’m just a panting mess of incoherence. I feel the tingle in my core and awareness creeps in that I’m going to come.
I’m desperate to, wanting to feel the blessed release, but I want his dick more.
“No,” I cry, wanting to stop but my body won’t let me. “I want to have you in me.”
“You will, cutie, you will. But come for me first.” Andrés’ voice, warm and liquid like molten chocolate, is enough, and I sink into the sound, trusting him and letting my orgasm wash over me.
I close my eyes and rest my face against the cool tiles, letting them hold me up.
I whine as he pulls his fingers out of me, hating the emptiness.
He gently rinses me off and turns off the water.
I follow him out of the shower, the strength in my legs returning as he wraps a large towel round me.
I dry myself off as he does the same and we move to the bedroom. He pulls me close, running his hands over my body, bending his head to kiss my shoulder. His cock, still hard, swings against mine, which begins to swell again.
“Now, I think you begged for my dick. Is that what you want?” he whispers against my neck, his breath sending shivers across my skin.
“Yes, please,” I croak, my breath hitching as his hands roam across my arse.
“Good boy.” Fuck! There it is. My knees nearly buckle and my cock stiffens. Seeing my reaction, he chuckles huskily against my skin, which does nothing to help. “Get on the bed, on your knees. Hold on to the headboard.”
I obey so fast, this promises to be good. He kneels behind me and I hear the tearing of a condom packet and the click of the lube cap. Then I feel his hands on my arse cheeks, kneading them and spreading them. He licks me from taint to the top of my crack.
“Fuck, you have the sweetest tasting arse,” he murmurs, and I preen a little, giving it a wiggle and arching my back, flashing him more of it.
He gives a moan, so I guess he’s getting a good view.
He grabs one of my hips and I feel his dick at my hole as he lines up.
He slowly pushes in and I enjoy the stretch as he opens me up further.
“That’s good, fill me up,” I moan, and he smooths a hand down my back and does exactly as I ask.
Once he’s fully seated he holds my other hip.
He moves slowly at first, then builds up speed.
He pulls almost all the way out and then plunges in hard, and I brace my arms against the headboard, taking every long inch of him, loving being filled over and over.
He’s nailing my prostate so well, I know I’m going to come again soon, but I don’t care.
Nothing exists but our bodies moving together.
His fingers dig into my flesh and I know they’ll leave marks, covering the ones from the first night, which have only just faded.
I want more from him. I want him to mark me. I don’t ever want him to stop.
My orgasm builds, slowly this time, and I lean into the warmth that takes over, not resisting it.
It’s a wave that swells and dips, and all the while Andrés is drilling into me, hard and relentless.
The wave breaks and I come, moaning and calling his name, and still he fucks me.
Using me, claiming me, possessing me. I cling on to the headboard, my only anchor to reality.