“Just one more. You can do that for me, can’t you?”
His eyes find mine as he nods. “Yes, Sir.”
“Open.”
He does as asked and sticks out his tongue. I run my palm along the length of it, slicking it. Adding my own spit, I take him in hand. His little sobs as I stroke him are everything. I’ve checked in a few times, and he’s assured me that they mean intense feelings but aren’t a no.
He practically vibrates as I work his cock, thumbing his head, pressing on the sensitive frenulum each time I pass it.
Tanner snort-gasps as the sensations build, his nipples hard under my circling fingertips. I lightly scrape my nail over the sensitive, reddened nubs, and he makes a low sound like a wounded animal.
“Don’t stop,” he whines, preempting my check-in.
I intensify the circle-scrape motion. “You sure about that?”
“Mm-hmm,” he whimpers, desperate as he shifts his hips.
Overwhelm sinks into pleasure, and soon enough, he’s thrusting in time with my strokes, arching as he comes. A tiny spurt of cum arcs onto my cheek as his undercarriage pulses hard.
I finally pull my hands from him, and he melts against the table.
“Oh, baby. You turn me on so much. Your uncle’s gone again this weekend, right?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Good. I need in that tight hole of yours, and I want to be on a bed when I do it.”
He smiles and nods. “I might need some ointment for my dick though.”
“We’ll stop at the pharmacy on the way to your house.”
Chuckling, he holds out his hand. I grab it, helping him to stand up before putting him together.
Yep. I can see how the tack room got its reputation.
11
TANNER
It’s Sunday evening, and the dogged Texas heat has finally relented. We woke up this morning to forty degrees, though it thankfully warmed to the upper fifties by mid-morning. Junior and I knocked out a dozen more houses in the Christmas Cleanup this weekend. Our team visited ninety-six houses total, which spurred seven wellness checks. Oddly enough, I got a handful of referrals for yard work and potential landscaping.
Thank God I’ve figured out the trimmer.
Now, at the end of the day, the sun is starting to go down, as is the temperature. Texas weather being what it is, we’ll have highs in the seventies next week, but we’re used to it. We’ve got a week until Christmas, and who knows what the end of December will bring.
Junior pulls me in closer and kisses the top of my head. “Have you seen what they’ve done to Main Street yet?”
I pause, considering. “You know, I haven’t. I don’t usually go that way.”
“Want to get a hot chocolate with me and take a stroll around our temporary Christmas district?”
“Wait. We’ve got a wholedistrict?”
He nods.
“Hell yeah.”
Junior keeps giving me these soft looks, and I don’t think either of us expected this level of intensity. I, for one, never expected to fall this hard for a cowboy.
