His hands slid under my shirt, calloused fingers tracing patterns on my skin. I arched into his touch, wanting more, always more.
“We shouldn’t,” I gasped as his lips moved to my neck. “Not here.”
“Why not?” he asked, teeth grazing my pulse point. “Afraid of getting caught?”
“No,” I lied, even as I tilted my head to give him better access. “Just being practical.”
Connor chuckled against my skin. “I won’t take long.”
His hands were already working at the button of my jeans, and I found myself unable to resist, despite the very real possibility of someone walking in on us.
“You’re a bad influence,” I whispered, my breath hitching as his fingers dipped below my waistband.
“And you love it,” he replied, his voice filled with desire.
I couldn’t argue with that. Since Connor had been freed and we’d moved to the Nelson Ranch, we’d been insatiable. Something about nearly losing each other had made us desperate to reaffirm our connection at every opportunity. The barn had become a favorite spot for our stolen moments, and the risk only added to the thrill.
Connor spun me around suddenly, pressing me face-first against the rough wooden wall. The abrupt movement knocked my cowboy hat to the ground, but I couldn’t have cared less. His body pressed against mine from behind, his growing cock evident against my ass.
“Two months,” he growled in my ear, “and I still can’t get enough of you.”
His hands worked my jeans down just enough, and I heard the sound of his zipper behind me. The anticipation made me dizzy with lust.
“Connor,” I gasped as his fingers teased me, “we really don’t have time for?—”
“We always have time for this,” he interrupted, his lips against my ear. “I need you, pup. Right now.”
I felt him spit into his hand, and then his slick fingers were preparing me with practiced efficiency. It wasn’t our usual careful routine, but the urgency of it had my cock straining painfully against my boxers.
“Please,” I begged, pushing back against his fingers.
He chuckled darkly. “Always so impatient.”
Before I could respond, the blunt head of his cock was pushing inside me, the familiar stretch making me bite my lip to keep from crying out. His hand came around to cover my mouth, sensing my struggle to stay quiet.
“Shhh,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Don’t want the whole ranch to hear how much you love my cock, do you, pup?”
I shook my head, though part of me didn’t care who heard. I was proud of what we had, proud to be his.
“Good boy.”
Those were all the words I needed to melt in his arms.
He started moving, setting a pace that was just shy of punishing. Each thrust pushed me against the wall, the rough wood scraping against my palms where I braced myself. The slight pain only heightened my pleasure, making everything more intense.
His free hand snaked around to grip my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. I was already embarrassingly close, the combination of the risk, his commanding presence, and the feeling of him grinding against my prostate was pushing me rapidly toward the edge.
“Connor,” I managed to gasp against his palm, “I’m going to?—”
“Not yet,” he commanded, his grip tightening at the base of my cock. “Not until I say so.”
I whimpered, my body trembling in his grasp. Then I nodded frantically, desperate to obey but struggling against the overwhelming pleasure. My entire body was on fire, caught between the delicious torture of being denied release and the mind-numbing ecstasy of Connor’s cock hitting that perfect spot inside me.
“You feel so fucking good,” Connor growled, his voice strained as he maintained his punishing rhythm. “You’re always so tight and perfect.”
His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. No matter how many times we did this, his praise never failed to make me dizzy. I pushed back against him, taking him deeper, wanting to please him as much as he pleased me.
The sound of voices outside the barn made us both freeze. Connor’s hand pressed harder against my mouth, his body goingcompletely still inside mine. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure whoever was approaching could hear it.
