Dan stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. "What kind of moment did you have in mind?" he asked, his voice dropping lower in a way that made heat pool in my belly.
"I want a kiss before you leave," I whispered, the confession barely audible even in the quiet of the tack room.
Dan's eyes darkened as he moved closer, one hand coming up to rest against my chest. "I have something better than that," he growled, the sound sending a shiver straight down my spine.
His mouth found mine in the darkness, warm and insistent. Unlike our earlier kisses by the river, this one held nothing back. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, seeking entrance that I eagerly granted. My hands came up to cradle his face, marveling at how something as simple as a kiss could set my entire body on fire.
Dan walked me backward until my shoulders met the wall, his smaller frame somehow managing to make me feel surrounded. One of his hands tangled in my hair while the other slid beneath my flannel shirt to trace patterns against my skin. Every touch sent sparks through me, building a heat I'd never experienced before.
When he broke the kiss, we were both breathing hard. Before I could pull him back, Dan sank to his knees in front of me, his hands moving to my belt buckle with clear intent.
"Dan," I gasped, shock and desire tangling in my chest. "You don't have to—"
"I want to," he said, looking up at me with eyes dark with desire. "Let me show you how much I want you, Harlow."
My breath caught in my throat as his fingers worked my belt open, then the button of my jeans. The rasp of my zipper sounded impossibly loud in the quiet tack room. I'd never had anyone touch me like this before—had never thought I would. Ma had always made it clear that certain things weren't for someone like me.
But the way Dan looked at me, like I was everything he'd ever wanted, made those old doubts fade like morning mist.
He eased my jeans down just enough to free my cock, already hard and straining against my boxers. When his warm hand wrapped around me, a sound escaped my throat that I barely recognized as my own.
"God," Dan groaned. "I just knew you'd be big here, too."
I felt embarrassment creep up my neck and into my face. I'd been teased before for having a large dick, people calling me an unnatural freak for the massive size of my cock, but there was nothing I could do about it. I was born this way. My dick was proportionate to the rest of my large body.
"Been thinking about this," Dan murmured, his breath hot against me as he stroked slowly up and down my length. "How you'd taste. How you'd feel."
Before I could form a response, his mouth replaced his hand, hot and wet and perfect. My hips bucked forward involuntarily, but his hands steadied me, holding my hips against the wall as he took me deeper.
"God, Dan," I groaned, my head falling back against the wall as pleasure unlike anything I'd known surged through me. His tongue swirled around the head of my cock before he took me deep again, creating a rhythm that had me gasping.
"Quiet, love. You don't want to wake the chickens." He went right back to licking me, swallowing me down his throat, to doing things that made my knees go weak and my heart rate speed up.
One of my hands moved to his hair, not pulling or pushing, just needing the connection. The sight of him on his knees, his eyes closed in concentration as he lavished attention on my cock, was almost too much to bear. This strong, capable man wanted me—not out of pity or obligation, but with a hunger that matched my own.
The pressure built quickly, too quickly. I tried to warn him, tugging gently at his hair. "Dan, I'm gonna—"
He just doubled his efforts, one hand wrapping around the base of my shaft while his mouth worked the rest. The dual sensation pushed me over the edge, my release crashing through me like a wave. My vision went white at the edges as I came, Dan's throat working as he swallowed every drop.
When he finally pulled away, a satisfied smile played at his lips. He rose to his feet, pressing his body against mine, and claimed my mouth in a deep kiss that let me taste myself on his tongue.
"You're beautiful when you come," he whispered against my lips. "So fucking perfect."
Still trembling from the intensity of my release, I watched as he fumbled with his own jeans, tearing them open with an urgency that made desire stir in me again despite my recent climax. His cock sprang free, hard and flushed and perfect.
"Show me," I said, reaching for him. "Show me how to touch you."
Dan took my hand and wrapped it around his shaft, his own hand covering mine to guide the rhythm. "Like this," he murmured, showing me the pressure and speed he liked.
Emboldened by his response, I pressed my other arm across his chest, pinning him gently against me while my thumb found his nipple through his shirt. The sharp intake of breath told me I'd done something right, so I pinched lightly while continuing the strokes he'd shown me.
"Fuck, Harlow," he gasped, his hips bucking into our joined hands. "Just like that."
I increased the pace, marveling at the way his breathing grew more ragged, how his head fell against my shoulder. The power I felt in that moment wasn't like my physical strength that everyone always noticed - this was different, intimate, the power of giving someone else pleasure.
"I'm close," he warned, his voice strained. "So close, Harlow."
I tightened my grip slightly, remembering how he'd done the same to me, and was rewarded by a low, broken sound from deep in his throat. His body went rigid against mine as he came, hot pulses coating our joined hands as I stroked him through his release.
