by Diane Leyne
“Take it off.”
“What did you say, subbie?”
“Hubbie? You called me hubbie?”
“No, I called you subbie. And don’t think that just because we are married that you aren’t also going to submit to me.”
“No, Sir.”
“Better.”
“I love you, Sir. Husband. You are my heart.”
“And you are mine, but I’m still doing to tan your ass before I fuck it.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Oh, fuck it.”
Tanner released Noah’s wrists from the chains but he left the cuffs in place and then he pressed Noah back against the wall of the stall, kissing him thoroughly before Noah reversed their positions.
“My turn.” Kissing Tanner hard on the mouth, he then dropped to his knees. Leaning his cheek against the bulge in Tanner’s jeans, he nuzzled against it gently before reaching up and unfastened Tanner’s jeans and pulled down the zipper, freeing his massive erection.
“Mine!”
Opening his mouth wide, he took as much of Tanner’s cock into his mouth as he could, sucking hard and working it with his tongue. He licked up and down the shaft before licking Tanner’s heavy balls, taking one and then the other into his mouth.
Standing over him, Tanner groaned, pulling free before maneuvering Noah over to where a saddle rested on the floor of the stable.
“Look familiar?”
Noah closed his eyes and smiled. Then he moved into position, lying across the saddle, waiting for his lover to claim him yet again. He heard the sound of lube being squirted and then felt the large fingers of his husband pushing past his tight rosette to prepare him for what was to come. He could feel Tanner’s impatience, his usual smooth moves jerky and a little desperate. It wasn’t long before Tanner’s cock was at his back entrance, pushing for entry.
Tanner hadn’t fully prepared him and it hurt, but he would take it. He knew that Tanner needed this, needed to claim him yet again to feel their connection and override the fear that still woke Tanner late at night.
Noah willed himself to relax, and he felt Tanner push in until he was balls-deep. He stopped moving and Noah could feel his chest heaving against Noah’s back. Tanner reached around and pulled him tight.
“I love you so damned much. I was scared. I thought I lost you before I even had a chance to say it.”
“But you didn’t lose me, and you did say it. And I’ve said it, too. I love you so much, Tanner. I’m proud to bear your name, and I’m looking forward to a long life together. Now fuck me before I lose my mind!”
He felt Tanner laugh and reach down under his cock and release the jailbird. “I love you, and feel free to come whenever you want.”
And then he was moving hard and fast, fucking Noah like it had been a year and not just a few hours since the last time they’d made love. Then he reached down, grasping Noah’s now-free cock and pumped it in time with his stroke. Noah tried to hold back, wanting to savor the experience, but when he heard Tanner’s shout as he came, his cum shooting deep into Noah’s ass, he couldn’t hold back anymore and he came, too.
Collapsing down onto the big saddle, they lay quietly cuddling together, enjoying the moment, eyes closed, Noah’s head lying against Tanner’s heart.
It was beautiful and romantic and spiritual until Noah felt the warm breath on his face and heard the snort of impatience. Buttercup cared nothing about romantic moments or happy endings. It was snack time and she wasn’t leaving without her treat.
Noah rolled off Tanner and sat up against the wall of the stable.
Tanner sat up and frowned. “Well?”
“Well what?”
“Buttercup wants her treat.”
“Your horse. You get her her treat.”
“Our horse. Community property, remember? Or would you rather shovel out her stall? I’m happy to take care of her inputs if you take care of her outputs.”
“Hell, after the way she saved us, she deserves as many treats as she wants.”
“Good point. And you saved me.” Tanner was stroking his cock, which was growing and lengthening again. “After you feed her, come back here and I’ll give you your treat,” he promised.
Noah rushed out of the stall, with Buttercup following behind like a big dog. Once he had her happily settled, he hurried back to Tanner and dropped to his knees in front of him. “I love you so much, Tanner Aronofsky.”
“And I love you, too, Noah Aronofsky. Now and forever.”
THE END
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Diane Leyne lives and works in Toronto. In addition to writing romances, she loves reading them and just about everything else she can get her hands on. She also loves photography and travel.
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