Looking back at him, I scoffed, “Don’t diss the ride, asshole.”
I didn’t know if he was being rude or just cutting a joke.
“I’m not dissing the ride. I had the same model, and I loved it.”
“What happened to it?”
I laughed. “My asshole younger cousin wrapped it around a tree.”
“Seriously?” I asked, looking over at the car as I unlocked the door.
“Oh yeah, and I got my ass chewed for it because I’d left the car running, and he jumped in for a joyride.”
“Two things. One, how’s that your fault, and two, you seriously left the keys in the ignition?”
“Because I left him alone in a running vehicle when I was supposed to be monitoring him. I was trying to find my wallet and got distracted by the hot new ranch hand and his pretty sister. As for the keys, the ranch is pretty far off the beaten path. It’s not uncommon for us to leave the keys in a car or even running.”
A huffed laugh escaped, and I joked. “You hillbillies.”
“What’s that supposed mean?” he asked, but he didn’t seem offended.
“Even when we lived on the rez when I was a kid, no one ever left their car running or the keys in it.”
“I’m probably being an assuming ass, but with the Spanish, I thought you were Hispanic.”
Pausing as I turned the key in the door, I looked back at him. “I am Hispanic, but I’m also Native American.”
“Well, it’s no wonder you’re so fucking gorgeous, and it explains the sexy ass cheekbones and the beautiful skin tone.”
I stared down at him, and the desire I felt surged forward as I took his mouth with mine. Our tongues tangled while I finished unlocking the door. We stumbled in, and I slammed it with a foot.
Declan shoved me against the wall next to the door. I tried pulling his mouth back to mine, but he slipped from my grasp. His knees thudded as they hit the floor. He made quick work of the military-issued belt and uniform pants, tugging them and my boxer briefs down.
“Fuck you’re gorgeous.”
“You talking to me or my dick, vato?”
Those beautiful blue-green eyes looked up at me through the fringe of his lashes. “Both,” he murmured before swallowing me whole.
He worked me over like cocksucking was an Olympic sport, and he was the reigning gold medalist. Slurps and sucks filled the air, and I let my head fall back against the wall, carding my fingers through the longer hair on the top of his head.
Knowing he got sensitive the other night when I took control, I let him lead the way for as long as I could. As the orgasm hovering in the periphery forced its way into my mind, I curled a hand around the hair on top of his head, fisting it. The other wrapped around the back of his head, holding him in place, as my cock pushed into this mouth as far as I could get.
I looked down at him. His eyes watered. Drool ran down his chin. The sight of him had my cock twitching, and he took a deep breath in through his nose.
“Look at you, vato. You’re so damn beautiful. Those lips were made to suck my dick.”
I watched the praise rain down over him, and he relaxed. His hand, which had been gripping my thighs brutally slackened, and the near-panicked look in his eyes receded.
“Do you remember your safe words?”
He nodded, unable to move with the way I held him in place.
“When I have you silenced like this, one tap on my leg is green, a double tap is yellow, and three taps is red. Do you understand?”
Another nod and a tap.
“Good. Now, I’m going to fuck your face. You good with that?”
