“This is going to be a little rough,” he warns.
I bow my back, pressing my ass against him. “Then give it to me rough, Papi.”
With another curse on his lips, he drives into me in one aching, perfect thrust. My stomach tightens immediately, every nerve on alert, every ounce of me in his thrall.
“Not gonna last long,” I grit out.
“Me either.”
Even desperate, even turned on beyond all belief, Joaquin’s firm grip on my hips, his deep, insistent thrusts still feel well within his control. My eyes roll back as he continues to pound away.
It’s the inverse and opposite of what I’ve done with Colt, and both of those equations just fucking make sense to me.
I love topping, especially when the man I’m topping is bigger than me, but with Joaquin, I only ever want to give him my ass. Sometimes, we bring in a third so I can do both at once, and it's…mmph.
Still, knowing that I turn him on enough to fuck me despite our new boss-employee relationship thrills me in no small measure, and I thrust back, meeting him again and again.
“Jesus Christ.”I grip the table's edge as pure, unfiltered pleasure takes hold of me. Sensing that I'm about to go, he strokes my cock with a rough hand. If I’ve been riding on the edge, his hand on my cock is the release on the hand brakes. The building pleasure finally crests as he angles perfectly, shooting my orgasm into the stratosphere. Cum rockets across the space, hitting the wall and the back leg of the table before spurting out a trail under it.
“Ay Dios mio.Fuck, Wick. You’re clenching your ass so tight around me. I can’t…I can’t—”
Spearing me with one final thrust, he holds himself in place, his muscles and hips twitching hard as he comes. My own orgasm is still going through my balls, aching in my thighs, making my knees give way until I can't hold myself up anymore. His strong arm immediately surrounds my waist, holding me, supporting me as he sucks the back of my neck, whispering sweet nothings in Spanish along the delicate skin.
His orgasm finally subsides, and he gives me a few more intense thrusts, and I milk a few more drops of cum through my too-sensitive cock.
He nuzzles the back of my neck, kissing my shoulder before gently pulling away. Tying up the condom, he throws it in the convenient trashcan while pulling up his jeans. He then grabs the disposable shop towels and gently and quickly wipes the excess lube from my ass and balls.
He looks down and laughs. “You got cum everywhere. The wall, the floor, dripping from under the table…impressive.”
While he kneels and wipes everything down, I pull myself together, dizzy and loose from one fantastic fucking orgasm.
“And that's Rebel Sky Ranch,” I say, giving him gameshow jazz fingers.
He stands up, his T-shirt loose, jeans still unzipped, the soft plaid boxers peeking out. Tossing the clean-up rag, he closes his eyes and shakes his head. “I don't even know why I thought I could resist you. Anyone who tries is bound to fail.” Worry pinches his eyebrows. “I do hope we can still work together though.”
Reaching out, I zip up his jeans and straighten the open plaid over his white T-shirt, then lean in for a kiss, tasting myself on his lips, smelling myself on his short beard.
“You act as though you are somehow easier to resist. And I wasn't kidding. I'm following your lead either way. This just makes it a little more fun.”
Letting out a long, steady breath, he says, “I doubt any of this is wise, but I don’t give a shit, and I don't have much control over it anyway. Can we at least promise each other that if the physical stuff stops working for either one of us, we’re allowed to say no and walk away without trying to destroy the other’s career?”
I hug him and put my face back into the crook of his neck, probably my favorite place to be. “Agreed. I promise.”
He palms the back of my head, bringing me in for another sweet kiss. “So much trouble,” he says, smiling even as he complains.
Finally, looking more or less put together, we walk back into the barn and straight into Colt.
His look between us is not good. Suspicious, maybe, but also…hurt? God, I hope not.
“Hey, Colt,” I say, putting on my usual jackass grin. “Just showin’ the boss around the place.”
He avoids my eyes and nods. “Don't forget to tell him how much of an escape artist Sisko is. You might want to make sure the barn door is closed even when you're in here because I caught him right outside.”
Joaquin dips his chin. “Of course. That is a good rule of thumb.”
Sensing a bit of awkwardness, I plow ahead. “Okay, next up, we’ll look over the paddocks, and we need to discuss the drought prevention measures that Trip has in place with the cattle.”
Joaquin assesses Colt, then puts his attention back on me. “Sounds good.”
