* * * *
Sure, a couple of times on his own in the shower, Brad had played with his ass with his fingers. Then there was, of course, his yearly exam.
There was something so erotic about having Lara playing with him, teasing his cock and him knowing he wouldn’t get relief yet. The fullness inside him once she’d inserted the butt plug, and the way it pressed against his gland.
He wanted to drop to his knees in front of her and stay there all damn day.
Except it’d be hard to cook breakfast like that.
They wouldn’t get a lot of chances like today, so he’d make full use of it.
Once he’d cleaned up, he walked out to the kitchen to make coffee, fully aware of the butt plug with every step he took.
That would take some getting used to, if he wanted to work up to the larger ones for her. He could only imagine how good those would feel.
She joined him a moment later, wearing one of his T-shirts, which hung past her ass.
Looked sexier than any damned fancy lingerie, that was for sure.
She wore a playful grin and perched on the counter next to the stove, where she could easily reach out with a bare foot and play with his cock with her toes while he cooked their breakfast.
“How’s the ass?”
“Full, Ma’am.”
She grinned. “Good. This is fun.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
She’d pulled her hair back into a ponytail with an elastic band, and like this, she looked sweetly beautiful in a morning mussed kind of way.
He could easily see him spending the rest of his life with her.
“Are we going to start spending every night together, or would you rather not yet?” she asked.
He had to struggle to focus. “Ma’am?”
“I didn’t know, because of Mark, what you’d want to do.”
“Oh. No, he’s old enough to understand. And he likes you.”
“Then I have an idea for a rule I’d like to run past you.”
“Yes, Ma’am?”
“Every weekday morning, since you’re up and moving first, when it’s close to time for me to wake up, you can bring me my coffee, kneel next to my side of the bed, and be my personal alarm clock.”
He swallowed hard, struggling not to come from that mental image. “Yes, Ma’am. I’d love that.”
“You sure?”
“Absolutely.” That was something they could easily do outside Mark’s ken.
She wore an intense gaze. “Then I guess,” she quietly said, “it would be safe for us to tell Mark you and I are in a relationship. If you want to.”
* * * *
He trusted her. That much was certain.
Lara was more than willing to go along with this, slowly, feeling their way through it.
He leaned in to kiss her. “I really want to, Ma’am. He asked me the other day if we were dating yet.”
“He did?”
“He indicated he would appreciate it if we’d hurry up and get to it, because he really likes you.”
“Then I guess he’ll get his wish.”
“I was thinking about having a birthday party for him here. It’s in four weeks. And I’d like to invite Breanna and her parents.”
“Can your parents come?”
“As long as I request a transport and assistant for them in plenty of time, yes. They’ll bring them out in a special van, with a nursing assistant. We did that last Christmas.”
“Okay.” She ran her toe up and down the outside of his right thigh. “Maybe someone should be wearing a butt plug that evening, too.”
His hands froze, and for a moment she thought maybe she’d just bumped up against an invisible wall.
Then she watched as his throat worked while he swallowed, followed by a nod. “Yes, Ma’am,” he hoarsely said.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, Ma’am. I’m trying not to come. You told me not to.”
“Really?”
He nodded.
“Interesting.” Yes, she and Everett had a decent sex life. Steve had been…well, meh, in retrospect.
Here was a guy she’d nearly talked into an orgasm.
Okay, so the butt plug was probably helping there, but he was naked and rigid and hadn’t even gone the slightest bit soft since she’d put the butt plug in him.
Maybe that made her a freak, too, but she didn’t care. It was hot. And it made her feel powerful.
She leaned in. “Maybe later today you should take me out and teach me how to ride a horse while wearing one—”
He dropped the spatula onto the stove and grabbed her, kissing her. “Ma’am,” he said, “I’m desperately trying to obey you, but I’m gonna come if you keep talking like that.”
She made him step back, slid off the counter and onto her knees, and sucked his cock into her mouth.
He barely had time to rest his hands on her head before he let out a deep, guttural groan she felt to the core of her being and a flood of hot cum pumped into her mouth.
When he finished, she stood and kissed him before climbing back up onto the counter. “Better not let my bacon burn,” she said, grinning.
He had braced his hands against the counter while catching his breath. Then he looked at her, grabbed her head, and kissed her, hard, tongue-fucking her mouth and taking her breath away.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he said when he finally released her. “Thank you, Ma’am.”
“I’ll always reward my good boy. And I meant it about the butt plug and horseback riding.”
He nodded. “I assumed you did.”
Chapter Fourteen
Holy…shit!
Here Brad had thought Lara was the best partner he’d ever been with, and she’d just blown that bar out of the water.
Literally.
She kept him on his toes in a way he not only loved, but knew he’d quickly become addicted to, at this rate.
By the time they finished with breakfast he was already horny again. After he finished the dishes, she led him back into the bedroom by his cock and climbed up onto the bed. Stripping off the T-shirt, she spread her legs.
He didn’t need a command. He dove between them, using his mouth to home in on her clit and start building her up to another orgasm.
Her hands settled on his head, firmly stroking but not with a desperate hold like the previous night. “Good boy,” she gasped. “Get me off, then you can fuck me.”
He redoubled his efforts, wanting to make her happy.
Wanting to serve her.
Desperate to be her good boy.
I’m so screwed.
Despite how new this was for both of them, in everything they did in bed and outside of it, it felt like they were perfectly aligned.
As if reading each other’s minds.
It scared him in a multitude of good ways, he wouldn’t deny it.
It felt…easy.
Right.
He toyed with her despite how the butt plug amplified every movement he made and transferred need straight to his cock. He didn’t want to rush her, didn’t want to get this over with.
He wanted to draw it out and give her every reason to enjoy it.
To want to keep doing this, with her.
This wasn’t about his pleasure, it was about hers. Giving her pleasure gave him pleasure.
Her moans started soon after. From the way her grip tightened on his head, he knew she was done being patient and teased. He used the tip of his tongue to flick the underside of her clit, and it was like her body unhinged. He kept her coming and coming, loving the sounds rolling out of her, until she eventually started tapping on the top of his head and trying to squirm away from him.
That’s when he lifted his head and smiled. “Better, Ma’am?”
She crooked her finger at him.
He crawled up to her and it was like she pulled him in with a sexy gravitational force. His cock was buried inside her pussy, her arms and legs wrapped around him, her mouth kissing him,
before he realized what had happened.
No hardship to go with it, he started fucking her hard, fast, her slick pussy grabbing at his cock, him grinding against her and being rewarded with hearing and feeling her come one last time as her sensitive clit allowed him to fuck one more out of her.
Only then did he stop holding back, the butt plug bumping into his prostate with every thrust and intensifying his own pleasure.
She wouldn’t let him pull out, either, holding him there, still kissing him, her fingers now trailing through his hair.
When she finally let him raise his head to stare down at her, she wore a gorgeous, sated smile.
“How was that, Ma’am?”
“Fabulous.” Her fingers stroked his hair. “Let’s grab a quick shower and then you can take me horseback riding.” Her index finger touched the tip of his nose. “Butt plug out for the shower, then back in for riding.”
He gulped. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Nervous?”
He nodded. No reason to deny it.
Her smile widened. “Just think. Every time from this point forward when you’re on a horse, you’ll think about today and get hard.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” She was right, and he knew it.
* * * *
Once they’d rinsed off, Lara had fun helping Brad put the butt plug back in. They dressed and then walked up to the paddock where three of the horses currently were. All three walked over to the fence at their approach, whinnying and shoving their heads out for attention.
She reached out to pet them, marveling at their size.
“I’ll warn you now,” Brad said. “They’re like big dogs. Really big dogs. Including leaning against you. They won’t mean to hurt you, but you need to stay aware around them. These three we use the most. The others are out grazing in the bigger field. I rotate them out so they can all graze, but this makes it easier for Wylie to catch one of them when he needs to go ride his fence line.”
“I bet that was another learning curve for him.”
“It was, but Mark taught him how to ride and he’s really picked it up fast. He can groom and tack one of them totally by himself now. He’s welcomed to borrow them anytime. Some of them were Mr. M’s horses, anyway. He gave them to us when he knew he was getting too old to ride or take care of them.”
He grabbed two halters and lead ropes off a nearby hook on the wall of the horse barn, under an overhang, and then slipped in through a gate. He quickly caught two of them and led them out while Lara held the gate for him.
He tied one of them to a hitching post and the other, a dappled Appaloosa, he hooked to cross-ties and started grooming it. “This one’s Hera. She’s the gentlest, and the one we let Jacob ride. She’s also the one we started Wylie on.”
“How’s Jacob doing with that? Learning to ride?”
“Mark says he’s getting more comfortable, but he’s still careful with him. Doesn’t let him gallop. Hera’s good because if you put her with one of the other horses, she’ll just follow unless she’s got an experienced rider on her making her go a different direction. So even if someone doesn’t know how to ride, as long as they can hang on, they’ll be fine.”
He showed Lara how to brush her out and saddle and bridle her. Then he moved Hera, tying her reins to the hitching post before bringing the other horse over, a brown one a little taller and sturdier looking than Hera.
“This is Chap. He’s a working horse. We use him most with the cattle, because he can rope and cut.”
“I have no idea what that means.”
He smiled. “Means he’s used to working.”
“I’ll be honest with you that while I’m looking forward to riding, I’m not much of a cowgirl. I hope you don’t want me to learn how to do that.”
He paused brushing the horse to look at her. “Honestly? I don’t have a problem with it if you never want to do anything.”
“I would like to garden. I’ve lived in an apartment so long, I haven’t had a garden.”
“I’m more worried about us, and chores inside the house. If you’re helping out like that, anything else, as far as I’m concerned, is extra.”
She kissed him. “How’s the butt plug?” She sent him a wicked grin.
“I’m sure it’ll make riding interesting, Ma’am.”
* * * *
Brad suspected he was either going to cream his briefs during their ride, or he was going to strongly regret agreeing to the butt plug and have an extremely sore ass in the bad way.
Only time would tell.
The first thing he wanted to do was get Lara comfortable in the saddle. Not only would he feel horribly guilty if she got hurt, he suspected Everett would kick his ass.
He helped her mount Hera and waited until Lara had her feet securely in the stirrups and was ready. He clipped a lead rope to Hera’s bridle and handed Lara the reins.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m going to make sure you’re comfortable in the saddle.” He led her around the area in front of the barn first, correcting her posture, before leading her back into the paddock where Gaucho was standing by the fence and whinnying because he wasn’t getting any attention.
Brad opened the gate and led Hera inside, closing it behind them. Then he unclipped the lead rope and stepped back. “Okay. She’s pretty good at reining. Take the reins in your left hand and sort of sweep them slowly to the left while you lean a little that way.”
She did, and Hera slowly started to turn.
“Okay, stop. Do that with your right.”
Lara did, Hera slowly turning to the right.
“Aren’t you supposed to use your feet or something?”
“Yes, but I don’t want you trying that yet. Do it again, to the left, then the right.”
Lara did, Hera responding a little faster that time. After a few minutes of that, he knew Lara was ready to continue.
“Okay, good. Now here’s how to make her walk forward and then turn.”
He explained how and where to use her legs, in combination with the reins, and how to sit back and pull the reins back to make her stop. Then he stepped away again and let her walk Hera around the paddock a few times, all while Gaucho kept trying to nose him for treats or attention.
When Lara brought her to a stop in front of where he sat perched on top of the fence and petting Gaucho, she was practically at his height. “How’d I do?”
“You’re still on her, and she moved for you. I’d say you did good. Now watch me.” Climbing down the fence on the outside, he got Chap and mounted him, basically putting him through the same moves she’d just done.
It didn’t help his concentration any to feel the butt plug firmly pressed against his prostate and moving around in there with every step the horse took.
His cock hardened immediately, pressing against his briefs.
Holy cow.
He had to take a swallow to form spit. “You’re not using your feet quite hard enough. On her, it’s okay. But on another horse, like Chap here, he might just turn and look at you like you’re an idiot.”
“They’ll do that?”
“Damn right they will. I don’t know about horses trained on Eastern-style tack, but a regular old working horse, it expects you to know what the hell you’re doing, usually. Unless it’s a horse used to dudes from a riding stable or something.”
He opened the gate and let Hera through, having to use Chap to keep Gaucho from wanting to follow them out. The buckskin let out an irritated whinny when Brad closed the gate. The gelding pawed at the ground and snorted.
“Why’s he doing that?” she asked.
“Because he’s mad at me for not taking him out.”
“Does he bite?”
“No. Like I said, big dog. Really big dog.” He dismounted Chap. “Hold up. I need to check her cinch.”
Sure enough, the sneaky mare had blown out while being saddled. Brad tightened her cinch and then remounted Chap. “Okay, let’s go.” He led Lara through
another gate and into the south pasture, their largest. It also led down to a pretty wetlands area.
“This is gorgeous,” she said as they rode. He kept them at an easy walk, not wanting to make her first ride a hard one, or more painful on her tomorrow than necessary.
“I love it here. There have been times on the weekends when Mark and I will pack a lunch and ride out here and eat. I hope one day he’ll want to build his own house out here.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. I’ll leave the property to him. I’ve never made him promise to hold on to it like I promised my mom and dad, but I suspect he’ll do what he can to take care of it.”
“I thought he wanted to be a lawyer?”
“He does. Best of both worlds. He can find someone and pay them to take care of the ranch work. The cattle pays most of the bills all on their own, between the head I have at Wylie’s and here. I’ve got investments that I likely won’t go through in my lifetime, so he can tap into that to pay expenses. If he’s smart, he’ll be able to leave it to any kids he might have in the future.”
He turned to stare at her. “Then again, any kids we might have, he’ll have to share it with them. Maybe they can run it.”
* * * *
Lara felt her heart pounding. Yeah, they’d already sort of talked about this, but obviously they hadn’t settled anything. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. If that’s what you want to do. Have kids.”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
He turned Chap around and leaned in to kiss her. “No pressure. Seriously. I’m happy we reached this point.”
“Me, too.”
But…in reality, she knew she was already far beyond the point of no return.
She loved him.
Was in love with him.
It was damned easy for her to see their kids—one or two more, maybe a third, who knew?—living their lives here on this same property.
She could see herself planting a small garden and spending free time riding with Brad around the property.
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