Chapter Fourteen
Shenanigans
“Oscar, you ain’t rinsed,” I said. My words sounded breathless and broken as he rose from that water like a vision from the depths sent to temp me to my doom.
“So?” he said, stepping onto the colorful rope mat and swiping the linen towel o’er himself with undue haste. “What’s a little bit of soap gonna do? I’m cleaner than I was, that’s for certain.”
I attempted a laugh but was too caught up in the desire surging through me as I watched him and continued to attend to myself in direct defiance of him. It amused me when Oscar got bossy, since I was the one usually telling him what to do.
He gave his hair—which he had rinsed, thank goodness—a shake and a rough drying with the towel, then threw the damp cloth aside and stalked to the bed, an angry look on his face that only made me more lost to him.
He crawled onto the mattress and braced himself o’er me, giving me a meaningful stare then taking the sheet in his hand and pulling it down to expose me.
His gaze slid o’er the stitches in my healing injury as I stopped moving.
He dropped the sheet below my knees and knocked my hand away, then bent to take me into his mouth with a speed and efficiency I wasn’t prepared for.
My head fell back against the wall as my cock was engulfed in warmth and wetness.
“Christ,” I gasped.
Oscar moaned, sending vibrations through my dick as my need increased and I thrust against him. He pinned me with his elbows on my hips, careful to avoid my stitches, and went at me even harder, the sounds of slurping and whimpering and heavy breathing the only noises in the room.
It didn’t take long. I’d been anxious and frustrated all day, and watching him bathe and emerge like a sea-god from that tub had left me wild for him.
I shouted as I emptied down his throat, his technique so practiced and attuned that it always left me defeated, in the very best of ways. My gasps rang out as I rode the delicious waves of a much-needed release, and Oscar made choking noises as I emptied into his throat.
He let me slide out then proceeded to tease and torment my shrinking, sensitive cock as I lay helpless on the bed, the sheets twisted and my protests unheeded.
He grabbed my wrists and held me still as he nipped and sucked my balls and tickled my over-sensitive cock. Even still, remnants of my pleasure spiked and combined with the pain as I let him have his way with me.
Finally, he tired of this game and surged forward, taking my mouth with his and sliding his lips o’er mine so that I tasted my spend on him, still careful to avoid my healing injury.
I broke from the kiss and took his face between my palms, my gaze raking o’er his swollen lips and bright dark eyes.
“Did you really kill that dog with one shot?”
“Yes, sir, I did. Felt bad, but there weren’t nothin’ else anyone could have done. That thing was out for blood, I reckon. Must have been diseased—or so badly treated it lost its mind.”
“Well, I’m real proud of you, and that’s a fact.”
Oscar seemed to go all soft at my praise, but he surged forward and kissed me again, desperate and hard and needing some relief of his own. He pressed his cock against my hip as he surveyed me with unbridled hunger.
“What do you want, pretty boy?” I said in a low voice, as an urgent need rose in me. I grasped the globes of his ass in my hands and pulled them apart, making him squeak in surprise and moan with abandon.
“I wanna ride you, Jimmy.”
“What?”
He smiled a devious smile and glanced down at my cock. I could feel that ’twas already swelling with renewed hunger. The injury from my fall had not dimmed my ability to get hard for this man, that was certain.
“Well, you oughtn’t to strain yourself if you wanna ride out with us tomorrow. So, I figure, once you got your stand back, I’ll get onto you and do all the work.” He grinned wider. “Then you can watch me.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?” he laughed, raising his eyebrows. “That’s all you got to say?”
“No. I mean, I would like that”—I swallowed thickly, picturing it—“very much.”
He flashed me a sly look. “Okay. But first I gotta get you hard again, don’t I?”
“Won’t take long, I reckon. I’m already halfway there.”
“Good,” he said, and shuffled back on me, taking my cock in his hands and bending down to use his mouth again.
I groaned as I watched this charming, wild boy, who had killed a mad dog with one shot, treat my cock like ’twas the most precious thing in all the world, teasing it and licking it, bringing it to a solid stand in a matter of moments.
The sight of it did as much for me as the touch.
Oscar crouched on the sheets, his ass in the air, swaying wantonly back and forth like he was imagining what ’twould feel like to have my cock inside him.
“You know what would really get me goin’ again, you naughty thing?” I said, gazing down upon the top of his head as his gaze flicked up to mine and held it. “You, ass up, o’er my knee.”
Oscar groaned, then let my cock slide from his mouth, as he rutted against the mattress.
“But, Jimmy,” he murmured, his lips shiny with spittle, “what do I gotta get punished for?”
“Oh, I’m sure I can think of somethin’.”
“Fine,” he said, pretending to be put upon, as if the thought of it was so trying and he was doing me a favor by cooperating, when I could tell by the way his cheeks pinked and his breathing quickened that he wanted that spanking more’n anything.
“O’er my lap, then. Hurry up,” I said, with a sternness I knew he’d like.
“Yes, sir,” Oscar breathed out. He gave my cock a final lick and climbed atop me, arranging himself on hands and knees above my lap.
“I ain’t gonna lie on you, ’cause that might bother your healin’, so you’ll have to figure it out like this,” he said, gazing at me with innocence as my hand went to his smooth, plump bottom and cupped it, my breathing speeding up with the anticipation of it.
“All right. I can work with it.”
I played my fingers along his cleft, sliding them and brushing the tips o’er his hole as he shuddered and moaned.
“Come on, Jimmy,” he groaned, licking his lips.
“I’m gonna take my time with you, Oscar,” I murmured. “We got all night.”
“All night! Ain’t we gonna get some sleep?”
I sighed, slipping my hand under him to play with his stand as he slitted his eyes and groaned again.
“I suppose we might…but not for a while,” I said, giving him a light slap to start things off.
Oscar closed his eyes and moaned. “Harder.”
I slapped his ass again.
“Oh fuck. Like that. Oh, Jimmy.”
I loved him this way—wanton and wild. His face went through so many emotions as I pinked his ass up good that I sent another prayer of thanks to whatever deity had blessed me.
“You’re my naughty boy, ain’t you? You like to tease me past the point of tolerance…”
“I do. I love to tease you…so much.”
His words were punctuated by the sound of my palm making contact with his ass, and his breath hitched with each spank, making him sound broken and desperate. I grabbed the jar of saddle grease from the side table where I had put it when Oscar had gone into the bath.
“All right, stay still. I need to get you ready.”
“Oh!” he gasped, panting as he held himself o’er me.
My cock was at a full stand again.
I scooped some grease with two fingers and slid them into Oscar’s crack, finding the wrinkled skin of his hole and teasing him as I prepared him. Oscar, randy and wanting, arched his back and pressed up against my touch.
“I’m gonna finger you first, ’cause I know you like that.”
“I do. I do like it,” Oscar panted, turning his head to give me a half-lidded glance. He was gone already, into that place where he was nothing but need and wantin’—and a slave to whatever I told him to do.
I put my dry hand on his shoulder to stop him swaying.
“Be still now.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And don’t yell out. We don’t want the rest of the place to know what I’m doin’ to you.”
That made him hitch his breath. I knew the thought of others being close by would make him crazy. Having to obey me and try to be quiet when he was out of his mind with desire was something Oscar enjoyed.
I watched his face as I breached him with slippery fingers, pushing all the way inside in one smooth motion. His eyes flew wide as he gasped then uttered a low, soft moan.
A surge of lust caused my cock to thicken even more as Oscar reacted to the invasion. As I pushed my thick fingers in and out of him, brushing them against that special spot, Oscar closed his eyes and dropped his head onto his arms, keeping his ass in the air and giving himself up to me.
“Good boy,” I said. The praise caused a wail to come from Oscar. “Shhh, be still. I don’t wanna have to tell you again.”
“Oh…God. Yes, sir.”
His words were so quiet. He didn’t say anything else as I fucked him with my two fingers, then added another and worked him until he could barely handle it.
“Jimmy…Jimmy…” he pleaded, his cheeks ruddy and his drying hair all tossed about.
“You wanna ride me now?” I asked.
“Yes. Yes!”
I slipped my fingers out of his ass and helped him to move so that he was positioned o’er my stand.
“You need help, or are you gonna do it all, you talented strumpet?” I said, giving him a look that said I knew he could fuck me all by himself and probably wanted to.
He gasped at the word ‘strumpet’, and I could tell he liked me calling him that.
“I’ll do it. Give me some of that grease.”
I grinned and slapped two fingers of grease into his outstretched hand, wiping them into his palm. He reached behind him and found my cock, slicking me up good before spreading his cheeks and lining up his greedy hole.
I almost died as he rubbed the tip of my cock against his pucker, back and forth, to tease the muscle into opening for me. When the head of my cock slipped in, I grabbed his hips to keep him still while I got used to it, or ’twould have been done before it started.
He groaned and pushed down, past the resistance of my grip as he sank onto me with the ease of a well-trained whore.
The thought gave me a twinge of guilt, because Oscar wasn’t a whore, and I’d never truly think of him that way, except he was so at ease with everything and skilled at it that I was the luckiest man on this earth.
“Oscar,” I said, as he moved on my poor, desperate cock. “Oscar!”
He glanced at me, as if he knew what I was begging for but didn’t give a hot damn. He was gonna get what he came for, whether I lost control or not, so I simply held on for dear life.
The sight of him was enough to tip me o’er, and I had to grit my teeth to avoid it. Whenever he mounted me, something took him—a wild, crazed need to subdue me, I supposed—and it always worked. I was helpless under his assault.
I lay there, the muscles in my legs clenching with the effort to hold back.
The muscles near my injury throbbed but ’twas worth it and ’twas nothing compared to the way my cock felt as Oscar moved, his body twisting and sliding back and forth, up and down, until my vision went hazy, and I got so close I could taste it.
I wrapped my hand, still slick with grease, around his bobbing cock and started to stroke him, determined to make him come before I lost my own battle.
“Now be a good boy,” I panted, a whimper escaping, “and come for me.”
Oscar’s dark-eyed gaze met mine as I worked him.
His pace increased, and he opened his mouth with a cry as his cock shot spurts of white onto my chest. My climax took me at that moment, and I held him still as I emptied into him, my head falling back against the wall and the most primal, satisfied sound coming out of me.
It didn’t stop, the sound or the climax, for several moments, and the intense waves of pleasure were worth all the hardships of the past few days. Oscar was safe, spent and in my arms—and that was all that mattered.