Dante shifted excitedly in his stall, threw his head back and shook his mane. It almost seemed as if he were laughing.
“Relax, you ball of fire,” said Jimmy. “Give me a minute.” He turned back to Todd. “You saw the race?”
“Well run,” said Todd.
“And you didn’t come alone, I see?” Jimmy glanced at Eliza. Todd’s manners, while much better than yesterday, were still a bit delayed. He seemed to need reminding to introduce her, but when he finally did, he at least seemed happy to do so. Again, Eliza was not going to complain.
“James Monaghan, Eliza Keating.”
“Everyone calls me Jimmy.” Jimmy winked and shook her hand with his riding-gloved one. “Though I can’t guess what you see in this bloke.” He nudged Todd in the arm. “Too tall and handsome for his own good, I’d say.”
“But maybe not for my good,” quipped Eliza, winking back.
Jimmy grinned. “Ah, she’s beautiful and witty. You’re lucky this time.”
Dante shifted nervously in his stall, anxious for something.
“All right,” said Jimmy. “I’ve got to take this beast out for his walk. You know how he needs his trot after a race. He won’t fully calm down until we go through the ritual.”
Jimmy brought Dante out. The ‘beast’, as he called him, was majestic to behold. Deep chestnut coat, nearly mahogany in some places, with a lustrous sheen. Up close, Eliza could see his rippling muscles, the source of his speed and power, and yet a runner like this had to have more than physical grace, power, and stamina; there must be something mental too, some fiery drive to excel and win, even if an animal didn’t think in those terms exactly. Todd had raised him from a foal. The early years in every creature’s life were the foundation of its future. Much could be overcome—even Eliza was proof of that—but a good start in life put some ahead of the herd, so to speak.
Jimmy mounted Dante’s Fire. Once astride the horse he said, “See. Now I’m on top of the world. From here I can see all your bald patches.
Todd felt the back of head, a worried look on his face.
“Gotcha,” said Jimmy. “You got a long way to go before I see my reflection there, my man.”
Jimmy guided Dante around Todd, who patted the horse’s haunches as he passed.
“Dante really knows you, doesn’t he?” said Eliza when they were alone. “Your touch, your voice.”
“And he accepts me as I am, which is more than most people.”
Eliza laughed. “Animals are very forgiving, that’s true.”
He turned to her, grabbed her hand, and looked into her eyes. “I’m glad you came with me today.”
“So am I.”
He pulled her into an embrace and nuzzled her earlobe. “It means a lot to me, you know.”
“How much?” she whispered.
“Are you being sassy, Miss Keating?” He nibbled her earlobe. “You want some compensation?”
She ran her hand through his thick soft hair. “Maybe. What did you have in mind?”
“I paid at least half my dues in the corridor, didn’t I?”
Oh, and then some, she thought, but didn’t say. Holding her, kissing her, he drew her toward the stall door. “Come see Dante’s room. It has all of the amenities.”
She laughed. “For a horse.”
“For an animal, yes,” he growled into her hair, just below her hat brim. “I’m beginning to feel rather primal, actually.”
His erection was back. He pulled her hips toward him as he guided her across the hay-strewn floor of the stall.
“Here you have a bag of oats. Some water. All the hay you could ever want.” He stepped back from her and pointed these things out.
“If you actually wanted hay,” said Eliza, who was glad she didn’t suffer from hay fever. Their relationship—or whatever this was—would be doomed if she had allergies.
He was sliding the door to the stall closed now. He turned back to her with a fierce hungry look in his eye.
“You asked what I had in mind?”
Now she wasn’t sure she wanted to know. She moved toward the far corner of the stall. Todd took a step toward her. “I’ve been polite all afternoon. Did you notice?”
She nodded. “I suppose you passed the politeness test.”
“I don’t want to be polite anymore. I want what I want now.” He took another step toward her.
She laughed lightly. “I’m not sure what that is, but we’re in a horse stall, Todd, at a public racetrack…”
His eyes flashed. “I know…”
She glanced down at the bulge in his pants. She swallowed, unsure where this was leading.
“I’ve wanted to ravish you since I saw you on the bridge today. Forget that. Ever since I saw you, I haven’t not wanted to ravish you, and it’s taken all of my self-control, all of my politeness, not to flip up your skirt and skewer you.”
She gulped, feeling her wetness gathering, like a warm river rising, about to flood its edges. “Umm…”
“Don’t be coy now, Miss Keating.” He was only a foot or so away from her now.
“First the skirt, with the breeze from the Thames able to go where I couldn’t… Then the no-panties…” His voice was getting huskier. He was unbuckling his belt, and then the top button of his trousers.
“Todd, wait…”
“And then your skin, that delicate, wet, soft, baby-smooth skin.” He groaned softly. “You’ve been driving me wild. And now I’m going to make you pay.”
Eliza’s inner thighs were wet, her breath was shallow in her throat. “But, Todd, what about Jimmy? The other jockeys?”
“What about them?”
They were relatively private inside the stall, but only just. She could hear neighing and whickering, people talking and laughing close by. His desire for her, his intensity, had her in a hyper state of arousal, almost against her own good sense. But where was sense when Eros showed up? Fled, gone. Psyche was no match for Eros. God of love and lust wins out over reason and sense, hands down.
She saw a flash of indigo silk as he lowered his zipper, reached in, and pulled out his long, thick cock. Was it bigger than she remembered? It protruded from his undone pants, a lever she wanted to grab hold of, steady herself on, but he was holding himself, stroking slowly, looking at her as she looked at his hand. This was more for her benefit that for his, she thought. She licked her lips.
“What do you want?” Eliza whispered.
He pushed down on his cock, as if aiming it at her. The tip, the tiny opening there, emitted a clear drop of liquid.
“Your lips. Here,” he said.
She swallowed again, looked into his eyes, saw his blue-eyed passion and longing. For her. She nodded.
He stepped forward and put two fingers on her lips. She could smell his scent on them, and hers too, from earlier. She closed her eyes as she inhaled the intoxicating combination.
“First,” he said. “These lips.” His finger slid along her lower lip pressing down ever so slightly so that her mouth opened. “And after, the other ones.”
She followed the lead of his finger pressing down on her lip, opening her mouth, and she lowered herself, until she was on her knees in the hay, the dry stalks poking into her bare knees. An itchy semi-pleasurable sensation, anything to take her mind of her throbbing clit, the ache deep between her legs.
She lowered her open mouth onto the smooth head of his cock. Delicate, baby soft skin, like her own after Kenzi's treatment this morning. She wanted these two separate skins to meet, to become one.
Todd moaned as Eliza’s mouth closed over the head of his cock. She flicked her tongue inside her closed mouth, full with him. She sucked, pulled back, dropped down, taking him to the back of her throat. He moaned again, pushed her hat to the floor—her beautiful hat tossed in the hay!—and then he pulled her head against him and started thrusting. She let him used her, use her mouth for his pleasure, controlling her movements with his fingers in her hair. He grabbed hanks of her hair like
reins and rode her until she was gagging, until saliva was trailing down her chin, and then he stopped.
“Get up,” he said hoarsely. She did, leaning into the corner of the stall for support, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. He leaned in to kiss her, and she thought it would be as hard as what he had just subjected her mouth to, but his kiss was gentle, tender, loving even. She surrendered to the soft beauty of that kiss. His stiff cock, still wet from her mouth, pressed against her sweater, and she didn’t care a bit about the cashmere-ness of it. Todd reached for her breasts, cupped one in each hand. “I want you totally naked,” he whispered.
“Not here. We don’t have time. Jimmy will be back.”
“Ssshhhh,” he said, his hands roving past her hips and over her ass, his fingers gathered up her skirt from the back. His hand slid between the crack of her butt cheeks and slipped into her warm and wanting folds.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
His fingers explored the skin all around, rubbing her arousal all over her groin, ass, and belly. He hiked the skirt up from the front, shoved a knee between hers to widen her stance, and guided his hard cock into the space between her thighs. He tapped the head of his cock lightly against her clit. Then he slid it, slowly and sweetly, up and down, from her clit to her anus. Every inch he traversed made her shiver. He made the trip fully twice, and then shortened the distance, moving from her clit to her opening, nudging there, asking for admittance.
She panted. “Did you bring anything?”
“Like champagne or roses?” He was all breath and movement.
“You know what I mean.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Don’t ask me that now.” She ached, she didn’t know if she could wait another moment to feel him inside her. His cock rubbing along her bare skin was excruciatingly exquisite.
He paused. “Eliza. You heard the comments today. I don’t make the rounds. You can trust me.”
“But how long? How long since….”
“Six months,” he said.
“Six months?” She couldn’t believe it.
“And you?”
“Um… “ She tried to count back. “Two? Two and a half?”
He pulled back. Uh oh. Was that bad? But when she opened her eyes he was grinning. He even chuckled. “So you do get gentleman callers in that flat of yours.”
“No.” She shook her head. “I mean…”
She had ruined the moment. He stood before her at half-mast.
“But you… How could you go six months?”
He shrugged. “I like my own company more than anybody else’s.”
She narrowed her eyes.
“You want me to show you?” He grabbed himself, began stroking again. She watched his hand for a minute, and his cock, which was totally stiff again, throbbing and straining through the curve of his thumb and fingers. She looked back into his eyes, which were focused on her, fiercely focused.
“I preferred to take care of myself...” He stroked faster, bending to the right and to the left. “Until I met you. Only yesterday...” He started pumping faster. His forehead creased with concentration and intense pleasure. “And whether with you, without you, or inside you…” he pulled hard now. “I intend to…”
“Stop!” She couldn’t take it. She grabbed his hand, broke his grip on himself, and she grabbed his cock, held it tight and still.
“I want you,” she said. “Like I’ve never wanted anybody. You make me wild. Right now, you’re making me crazy, but not in a way I like. Now do it a way I like. Do it now.”
Her eyes were as fierce as his, maybe more so, because he looked surprised for a second. And then he forced himself on her. She lifted up her right leg. He grabbed it, wrapped it around his hip.
“Hold on to me,” he said. He grabbed her other leg pulled her off balance, and then he half-lifted, half-tossed her upward, so she had no choice but to clutch his shoulders, wrap herself tightly around his waist. He lowered her one inch at a time. With her pervasive wetness, the head of his cock slid effortlessly toward her opening, he nudged into it, kind of nestled there. Eliza sighed, whispered, “Yes.”
Gravity drew her down, drove him deeper, inch by inch, and the sensation of him filling her drove her wild. She made tiny micro movements with her pelvis, creating a small rhythm. He breathed heavily to her chest. He was holding her. He was strong. He was holding her tight and rocking his pelvis ever so slightly. She leaned back against the wall behind her trying taking some of the weight from him. This allowed him hold most of the weight at her hips, and to guide them, up and down, along his shaft. He plunged deep, making Eliza gasp, and then he withdrew half way. He looked down, watching them come together, pull apart, her bare milky-white skin gleaming with juices and perspiration.
“Eliza, you’re beautiful. You’re so sexy.” His words faded to a growly moan as he pumped faster. Her legs were still tight around him, her hands on his shoulders. The rhythm of him driving deep, his staggered breath, her slipperiness, sent Eliza to the edge.
“I want to feel you come inside me,” she panted. “I want you to come hard.”
“Oh, Eliza, don’t… I won’t be able to hold…”
She tilted her pelvis forward the teeniest bit so that her clit rubbed against driving cock.
“Yeah, oh, Todd, yes.” She squeaked and whimpered, tried to be quiet, but in the end they were both animals. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. He was ramming into her now. She was on fire, about to combust, or melt, she couldn’t tell what was coming. His hands were on her ass, digging into her, pulling at her, desperate for pleasure, for release.
“Oh, god, Eliza. I’m close. I’m coming.” He looked up at her, into her glazed eyes and flushed cheeks, and that final electric look set her aflame. She poured over him, clenching and squeezing, whimpering blissfully. He thrust deep and hard, relentless in his skewering of her, and then a deep powerful thrust drove him to her limit, and he stilled, and pulsed, pouring himself into her. He pulsed and throbbed, filling her with his come. The warm fluid made her orgasm spasm again, and she rode those tiny waves of deep intimate pleasure. She felt so close to him. They were as close as they could get, and they clung to one another, panting.
Her skin was hot. They were both still fully clothed.
Close by, she heard a snort.
“Dante’s back already,” Todd said breathlessly. He gently lowered Eliza without pulling out of her until the angle forced him to recede. “Farewell my velvet heaven,” he whispered. “For now.”
It seemed as if a part of herself had fallen away as he slid out from her thighs. He brought with him their combined fluids. It made a small splash on the floor between her feet. She kicked some hay over it.
Todd tucked himself into his boxers, zipped up his fly, as Eliza reached for her purse. She had dropped it when she had first backed away from him. She dug around inside for her tissues, and panties, which, sticky or not, she was determined to put on.
“Hey Todd, you still around, mate?” called Jimmy.
“In here.” There was a funny lilt in Todd’s voice.
Eliza had one leg through her panties, when she heard Jimmy hop down from Dante. She wobbled and got her other leg through just as the stall door slid open. Todd had his back to her, blocking the view from the door to give her a little more time. Dante entered and looked at the two of them. He snorted again.
Todd cleared his throat. “Just checking to see if Jimmy’s taking good care of you, old friend.”
“Any complaints?” Jimmy hung up his crop, flicked his gaze from Eliza to Todd, and then started whistling to himself.
“None,” said Todd. “None at all.”
Eliza tucked some unruly strands of hair behind her ears. She found a piece of hay. How did that get there? Then she remembered her hat. She looked down, but couldn’t see it. When she looked up, she saw Dante holding it in his teeth. Chewing.
“Hey!” He swung his head and kept the hat out of her reach.
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bsp; “Give that back, Dante.” Whickering, he side-stepped away from her.
“Uh oh, he likes to play,” said Todd.
“Can you get it back from him?”
“Thing is, he usually wins.” Todd gave her a crooked smile and a shrug.
“Todd! Don’t let him!” She stepped toward Dante. Through the hay, her boot went squish.
“Ugh!”
Jimmy and Todd started laughing. Boots were one thing, a hat quite another.
She stood still, the smell of manure beginning to rise up and make an unpleasant path to her nose.
“Mr. Fire,” she said authoritatively, yet politely. “Thank you so much for your hospitality. It’s been a pleasure meeting you, but I really must be going. I’ll just take my hat now and be on my way.”
Much to Eliza’s surprise, Dante stepped forward and lowered his head to offer her the hat.
“Much obliged,” said Eliza taking it from him. There were teeth marks in the brim but she had won the hat back. She stepped past him and through the stall door.
“Toodle-oo.”
Todd chuckled and followed her. “I didn’t realize Dante had manners.”
“Clearly, he didn’t learn them from you.”
“Is the hat ruined?”
“Maybe not beyond repair. We’ll see. I might have to make you pay.”
He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “Anything you say,” he whispered.
Jimmy slid the stall door closed on Dante but opened the window grate. Through the opening they could see that Dante had his head in his feed bag.
“Hope you enjoyed your behind-the-scenes visit, Miss Keating,” said Jimmy with a wink.
She gulped. Did he know what they’d been up to?
Jimmy tipped his cap. “Hope to see you again sometime.”
“Me too,” said Eliza.
“And you, Montgomery. Don’t make yourself so scarce. Dante at least is always happy to see you.” He grinned and then turned back toward the locker room.
Todd reached his hand through Dante’s window and patted his neck. “See you soon, winner.”
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