15. ATLAS
Chapter fifteen
ATLAS
A TASTE OF SOMETHING NEW
I don’t do stuff like this. Even the thought of being with someone would normally have me shuddering, but Matthew looks at me with those glistening hazel eyes, and I can’t get close enough.
His tongue against mine, every ounce of his desire pours into his kiss and spurs me on.
His thick cock moves through my grip, and I’m a little annoyed at myself for not taking a moment to check him out before closing the gap between us.
His fingers slide up the back of my neck and tangle in my hair, and then he yanks my head back and to the side and buries his mouth in the crease of my neck.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, working him faster. His free hand slides between us, and he’s got my buckle unclasped and my jeans unzipped in impressive time.
My cock springs forward, eager to meet his grasp, but my shirt gets in the way, and I pull back with heaving breaths.
I strip off my shirt completely. His hungry gaze trails down my body, and he lifts his hips and wriggles his jeans down over his knees.
His impressive cock glistens with precum under the waning light. A storm is coming in, and the low rumble of thunder echoes in the distance. He looks up.
“Don’t worry, we have plenty of time before it gets here,” I reassure him, and he turns back to me, a devilish smirk on his face.
“I wasn’t worried about getting wet,” he says, and I stand to shove my jeans down and step out. The instant relief of being naked washes over me, but something new is there too. Like a magnet, a new force pulls me toward him.
“What were you worried about, then?” I ask, and he stands, his jeans bunching around his calves.
“Someone wandering by and seeing us.”
“No one comes out this way,” I tell him, and he chuckles.
“I did, remember?”
“How could I forget? You face planted over the railing.”
“I almost stuck the landing. If I recall, you weren’t even fazed by my being there.”
I shrug. “I never really cared about who saw me naked.”
“What about now?” he asks, reaching forward and holding my waist. His touch is warm and comforting, which was a stark contrast to the crawling sensation I’d come to expect from contact with skin, fabric, practically anything except water.
Did all the years forcing myself to wear different fabrics, pushing myself beyond uncomfortable to try to desensitize myself actually work, and I just never noticed? Or is it him?
“I’d like for no one to see me right now, but not because I’m naked.”
“Because I’m naked?” he asks, peering up at me and stepping even closer. The warmth from his body reaches out like an invisible force field trying to encase us both.
“Because this time, it is absolutely about being naked together.”
“Good, so should we take this inside?” he asks, and I shake my head and drop to my knees.
The moment my lips wrap around his cockhead, his hands find my hair, and his fingers tangle in that perfect way that I’m starting to love.
“Oh fuck,” he says when I swallow him down to his base, and I come off with a pop.
“Shh. People might not be able to see us through the trees, but they could still hear us.”
He peers down at me, lips puckered in a cheeky grin.
“Sorry, I’ll try to contain myself,” he whispers, and I hold his gaze, grip him by the base, and run my tongue up his length.
He lets out a low rumble and drops his head back.
Seeing him like this, knowing I’m making him fight to hold onto control, making him hard and leaking…
Is this what everyone else feels? If it’s like this every time, how do they ever leave their bedrooms?
The grass is soft under my knees, and my toes dig into the soil, propelling me forward as I take him deep into my throat again.
“Ngngh,” Matthew groans, and I slide my free hand up the back of his thigh and grasp a handful of his ass. His fingers twist in my hair, bringing my heart to a fever pace with the slightest hint of pain.
I let my teeth graze along his shaft, and his fingers dig tighter.
“So good,” he moans, urging me on. I slurp him down, circling his cockhead with my tongue and lapping up his salty precum. I move my hand from his base to his balls, and give them a soft squeeze and tug as I take him deep into my throat again.
His hips make small bucking motions, and I look up and find him panting, biting his fist as his hungry gaze watches every move I make.
“Oh fuck, you’re incredible. Did you know that? You have to know that,” he gasps.
A smile teases at my lips, making it harder to keep the suction around him, and I make a “hmm” noise in reply.
He keeps his voice low so it doesn’t carry across the field to the rest of the ranch, and judging by how fast he forces the side of his fist back into his mouth and bites down, I know he’s close.
I grip his balls again, firmer, and his fingers dig in deep, twisting my hair as he bucks into my throat.
If I could talk, I’d tell him to fuck my mouth as hard and fast as he wants, until he fills my throat with his incredible taste, but all I can do is make soft moaning noises, hoping it’s spurring him on, and eagerly take every inch of him.
“Fucking hell, Atlas,” he breathes, and my cock just about explodes at the sound of my name on his breathy little lips.
I release his ass and grab my cock, fucking my fist in time with his eager thrusts into my throat.
Pressure builds, his cock pulses, filling me with his hot, salty perfection, and then I’m gone.
My orgasm hits hard, the sounds of the ranch turning to static as his thrusts slow and his cock softens, still heavy against my tongue as he slips free and his grip on my hair relaxes.
“That was… wow,” he says, chest still heaving in ragged breaths. “Now my turn.”
“I’ll need a few minutes before I’m ready to go again,” I reply with a smirk, glancing down. It takes him a second to register that I’ve already come too.
“Oh. I feel bad, you did all the work.” He pouts, and it’s adorable.
“It was far from work,” I reassure him, standing, and he grabs my waist and pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around my midsection and wedging our cocks between us.
I brace myself for the crawling sensation that doesn’t come, and he looks up at me, concerned.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Perfect,” I reply as my body relaxes against him. He pushes up onto his toes and kisses me. He doesn’t care that the taste of him is still on my tongue; he deepens the kiss, and my cock twitches. Maybe I won’t need that long to reset after all.
***
That was either the best idea I’ve ever had or the worst, and I keep bouncing between the two, unable to concentrate on anything else.
Connor passes by the new stables, Miss Moo wearing a harness and attached to a lead rope.
“I think this one’s been taking lessons from the llama,” he laughs as he heads toward the cuddle cove.
It’s not really a cove. It’s just the name we decided on calling the fenced-off section where Connor runs cuddle sessions with his herd of mini highlands and a few of the other young animals.
We have an eclectic array here on Beaker Brothers.
Most of the odd ones, though, are courtesy of Preston, the local vet.
He would find them, and Dean would be unable to resist his charms, so they found their homes here, much like the rest of the human residents, actually.
“Where did you find her this time?” I ask.
“Stuck with her head in the dog door up at the house. I think she’s looking for Poppy.”
The cow’s ears prick up at the sound of Preston’s daughter’s name.
“I think you might be right,” I say.
“How are they settling in?” Connor asks, nodding toward the new stables behind me.
“Great. I was just about to let them out into the field with the rest of the family, see how they go. If you have some time, I could use a hand, you know, just in case we have to wrangle one or two.”
“I’ve got time. I thought Matthew was helping you, though?” he asks, and I feel my cheeks immediately grow warm. I turn to grab the basket of carrots Sally-May dropped off a short while ago, hoping he didn’t notice.
“Yeah, he umm, he’s helping Skye with unhooking the girls from their afternoon session. He’ll be by after if he doesn’t have to get back to town.”
“Good, as long as he’s helping. I’ll see you in a few.”
“Yeah, sure, thanks,” I call back with a wave of my arm, and I head into the stables.
“Okay, now you all are going to love it here, I’m sure, and you’ll get along with your new brothers and sisters just fine, if you give it a chance,” I tell them as I make my way down the row, passing carrots into the mouths of each as I go. “They’re all excited to meet you.”
A thud sounds at the end of the stables, and I continue down, passing carrots, the thud coming twice more before I reach the end. When I open the top section of one of the stable doors, I’m not especially surprised to find Loki standing there, and I catch him just before he kicks again.
“You knocked?” I ask with a slight chuckle. He turns and reaches his head over the lower door, reaching for the basket of carrots. I pull my arm away before he can get one, and his teeth come together with a clack.
“These are for your new family members, not you,” I tell him, and he tilts his head to the side, big brown eyes peering into my soul.
“Okay, just one, but you better be nice to this lot when they come out. No freaking them out by playing dead, got it?”
I pass up the biggest carrot of the bunch, and he greedily takes it and then bounces away.
“Okay, you lot. Let’s take it slow,” I say, and then I open the stable doors completely on the paddock side and start guiding them out one by one.
Loki is standing nearby, watching each one come out, his ears twitching this way and that as the new horses neigh and gallop around their new home with a freedom they’ve probably not had in a long time.
It’s not that working horses are treated badly.
On the contrary, they’re some of the best looked after horses on any ranch, but most of their days are full of work, having someone on their back, going where they’re told, at what speed they’re told.
It’s nice to be able to give them the retirement they deserve here.
“Well now, don’t they look happy, then?” a voice says from behind me, and I turn to find Alan Beaker, the youngest of the Beaker brothers, standing with his arms folded over the railing.