by J. P. Oliver
“Fuck me, Whitt. I need you inside me.”
He leaned around me to grab condoms and lube from his nightstand.
“Spread your legs. I want to see you, kiss you while we fuck.”
My balls were tight and my cock so stiff, I was afraid I was going to come before he could ever get me ready. As if he sensed my concern. Whitt braced himself over me and kissed me over and over.
“Easy, Reece,” he whispered against my lips.
“It’s been a while.”
He chuckled again. “For me too. If we hadn’t taken the edge off in the tack room earlier, I would never have lasted this long.”
I stroked my fingers along his cheek. “I want you so much. Get me ready for you.”
Another quick kiss, and then he covered himself and coated his cock and his fingers with lube. My dick leaped in response to his first touch. He teased, circling and pressing before finally entering with first one and then a second finger.
“Touch yourself,” Whitt said, his slumberous gaze locked on my cock.
With my lower lip between my teeth, I wrapped my hand around my shaft and began to slowly jerk, precum oozing from the tip.
“That’s it, baby,” Whitt muttered, adding a third finger and pumping inside my ass. I was so ready, shaking with the anticipation. I had waited for this moment my entire life. As soon as I relaxed, he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock. I had imagined this, but it was so much better, feeling him fill me, watching him tremble with desire.
We both froze as he finished burying himself to his balls.
“You’re so sexy.” With his hands behind my knees, he began to rock back and forth, his silvery gaze roaming hungrily over me but returning again and again to where I fisted my rigid shaft. When our gazes locked, the raw emotion in his expression rocked something deep inside me. He wanted someone to see him for who he really was, but in this moment, we were both laid bare.
My hand tightened, and Whitt’s movements grew frantic. I needed to kiss him, needed to come, needed to see him shatter. Between my hand and the pressure of his dick inside me, I gasped his name and came. Whitt growled, lowering his body on top of mine so he could kiss me long and hard while he pumped into me. I stroked his upper arms and shoulders, touching him wherever I could. I wanted him to know that I did see him. Whitt, the man, not the banker, the billionaire, or the boss.
With his head thrown back, he gave himself over to his orgasm, both of us panting and staring at each other in the aftermath. His fingers feathered along my cheek in a touch so gentle it brought tears to my eyes.
“I’ll be right back,” he murmured and withdrew carefully before disappearing into the bathroom and reappearing a moment later with a warm rag that he used to clean me up.
“You don’t need…” I began, but he pressed a finger to my lips.
“I want to. Sleep with me?”
I nodded mutely, overcome by the hunger burning in his gaze. I was in uncharted territory, and I had the feeling Whitt was too.
15
Whitt
“That’s better,” Reece called from the middle of the ring two afternoons later. “Relax your hips and the small of your back so you can sit deep in the saddle and follow the horse’s movements.”
So hard to keep my mind on riding Bondage when all I could think about was riding Reece.
He waved me over to the middle of the ring. I slowed my rangy gelding to a walk and turned on a loose rein toward Reece, stopping when I reached his side. He looked at me with a grin.
“I can see you’ve been practicing.”
“Amazing how one type of riding translates to another,” I responded dryly.
Reece brushed some dust from my boot and arched a brow as he said, “Maybe I should give you a demonstration of some different techniques.”
The look in his eye made my entire body heat. Lord help me. If I got a hard-on right now, the breeches I had on would do absolutely nothing to hide every detail.
“What exactly did you have in mind?” I asked.
His hand smoothed along my thigh. “I guess that depends on how insistent you are on topping all the time.”
My heart pounded. We hadn’t discussed that, and the past couple of days since our dinner had been hands and mouths rather than full-on penetration. I swallowed a little nervously and had to clear my throat. “Not adamant. Just inexperienced at anything else.”
Reece’s baby blue eyes darkened, his gaze intense. “How inexperienced?”
“Totally.” Even mounted as I was on top of Bondage while Reece stood on the ground, I felt vulnerable, a little shy—a new feeling for me I wasn’t sure I was comfortable with. Reece ducked his head and blew out a breath. I shifted, wondering if I had turned him off with that.
Then he lifted his face to look at me. The naked hunger there nearly did me in. “God, Whitt,” he rasped, “It’s all I can do not to pull you off that horse this instant.”
Before I could respond, we both heard the rumble of a vehicle coming up the drive. From my vantage point on Bondage’s back, I studied the distinctive white delivery van. I also saw my neighbor, Sherry, walking along the grass lane between two of the pastures. She’d been MIA the past few days, which wasn’t all that unusual.
I couldn’t help remembering Reece’s suspicions that she had purposely flashed her phone to spook Bondage. I still couldn’t make it fit with the woman who had been so helpful to me. Hell, she’d even sold her hunt horses to me.
“Looks like the riding clothes I ordered are here.” I took my feet out of the stirrups and swung to the ground next to Reece. “Sherry’s headed this way too. Maybe we can put on a fashion show for her.”
Reece grimaced. “I’ll take a pass on that, but by all means, let’s make sure what you ordered is everything you need and fits right. Sherry will have an eye for that.”
I flashed him a grin, glad he was willing to put his suspicions about her behind him. When we led Bondage back to the barn, Sherry was approaching. My phone pinged with a text from Mrs. Knowles confirming that the boxes from Horse & Hound had arrived.
“You’re just in time,” I told Sherry. “The delivery guy dropped off what I ordered from the tack store. Would you like to join us at the house, so I can show off my new threads?”
“Sure. Is this a one-man fashion show or are you modeling as well, Reece?”
Before Reece could answer, I said, “You should. After all, you need to make sure what I bought for you fits too.”
Reece gave me a look. I’d backed him into a corner. Unfair of me, but I wanted to see him in custom-tailored clothing. I couldn’t deny the thrill of anticipation it gave me to know all of it was a gift from me. When the main thought that crossed my mind was how I was taking care of my man, I knew I had it bad.
“I can’t think of anything I’d rather do,” he said with an arch of his brow that told me clearly he would figure out some form of revenge. “Let’s not hold things up. Why don’t you head to the house? I’ll get Ricky to take care of Bondage and join you in a few minutes.”
“Sounds like a plan. Come on, Sherry.”
She was silent until we had walked a few yards from the barn.
“It looks like you and Reece are getting along pretty well.”
“He’s a fantastic teacher,” I said, keeping my personal feelings out of my voice. Those were between Reece and me, and not for public consumption.
She gave me a sidelong glance. “But you’re friends too, surely.”
I hooked my fingers in my breeches pockets as I walked. “Of course. I mean, he lives at the house with me. It would be weird if we hadn’t become friends, don’t you think?”
She seemed to consider that for a moment. “I suppose so. It must be nice to have friends who buy you custom-made riding apparel.”
I turned my head slightly but didn’t see anything in her expression that might lead me to think there was anything more to her comment. Still, I felt like I needed to say something, more
in defense of Reece than anything else.
“He’s going to be hunting with me. I want him to be as well turned-out as I am.” I shrugged. “Besides, I have the money.”
She smiled. “Yes, you do, don’t you? I hope all your investors are as lucky.”
I shook my head. “Enough about money.”
We had reached the house by this point. “Would you like coffee or something a little stronger?”
“Well, if this is going to be a fashion show, I think some wine might be appropriate.”
“I can handle that.”
As soon as we entered the house, I directed her to the room where Reece and I had dined. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll let Maggie know I have guests and bring the boxes in.”
Maybe it was stupid, but I was about as excited as a kid at Christmas to open the boxes and get a look at everything. By the time Reece joined us a few minutes later, the room even looked a bit like the aftermath of a Christmas morning.
“Look,” I said as he stepped into the room. I’ve opened everything and separated it into your stuff and mine. I’m going to try everything on, if you want to keep Sherry company. As I started toward the door with my hands full, he dropped a pair of boot pulls in one boot.
“You’re going to want those. If those boots are fitted correctly, it will be like getting into a glove.”
His clear blue gaze met mine for a moment. Had it been only the two of us, I had the feeling trying on all this clothing would have ended in a far different way than sharing wine and snacks with my neighbor.
“I’ll be right back.” God, I sounded as breathless as a girl.
Reece was right about the boots. After I got into them and smoothed the butter soft leather over my calves, I wondered how I was going to get back out of them again. A boot jack didn’t sound nearly as fun as having Reece help me, but I was sure that hustling Sherry out of the house would be a bit too obvious.
When I entered the den, Sherry was talking about running into Reece’s former client, Jordy, in town. “I have to tell you, he doesn’t have anything nice to say about you Reece. Says you deliberately set him up, so you could win that jumper class.”
“He entered that class at the last minute,” Reece snapped, “against my recommendation.”
Sherry put her hands up, shaking her head. “Hey, I believe you. I just thought you should know what he’s saying around town.”
As if sensing my presence, Reece looked up to see me standing in the doorway. His entire expression changed. If that look wasn’t a dead giveaway that something more than teacher and student was going on between us, I didn’t know what it would be.
I held my arms away from my sides. “Well, what do you think?”
“The fit looks great,” Sherry said as she and Reece crossed the room. “They do a wonderful job at Horse & Hound. My husband ordered all of his stuff from them.”
Reece examined everything with a far more critical eye, having me move my arms as I would while I was going over a jump, and nodding his approval. “How do the boots feel? Not pinching or binding anywhere, are they? You need to remember, you’ll be spending most of the day in them when we hunt.”
“They’re good.”
Sherry glanced at her watch and polished off her wine. “I hate to drink and run, but I have an appraiser coming to take a look at a few paintings.”
“Still downsizing?” I asked.
“That and redecorating some rooms. The traditional country estate look fit my husband, but I’d like to take things a little lighter, kind of like you’ve done with this place. I’m sure I’ll see you soon.”
Reece stood next to the French doors leading to the pool, not speaking until he heard the door shut behind her. When I walked over and touched his shoulder, I felt the stiffness in his muscles.
“You don’t care for her, do you?”
He glared at the empty doorway. “No. There always seems to be a mean edge to the news she shares.”
I slid my arm around his waist. “Well, she’s gone now. Do I get to see you in your new stuff?”
Reece relaxed and chuckled. “I’d much rather see you in nothing at all.”
“Then how convenient that I see Mrs. Knowles getting into her car to leave for the day.”
Reece surprised me by grabbing the lapels on my jacket and pulling me in for a quick, hard kiss. I massaged the back of his neck and the kiss softened and deepened, our tongues tangling and our breathing quickening.
“Can this fashion show wait?” Reece asked. “I am desperate for you.”
I leaned my forehead against his. “About what we were talking about earlier…”
“You bottoming?” he murmured. “You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable, Whitt.”
“That’s just it. I’ve hardly been able to think of anything else. Make love to me, Reece.”
His work-roughened hands framed my jaw. “I’ll take care of you. Do you have anything here or do we need to go upstairs?”
“There’s lube and condoms in my desk. I’ll get them.”
When I returned to the room, Reece had moved the boxes aside and poured us both a couple more glasses of wine. I started to take off my jacket.
“I’ll do that.”
Carefully, he removed my jacket. While I pulled my polo shirt over my head, Reece folded the jacket and placed it back in its box.
“Boots first,” he said as my hands went to my belt buckle. “Have a seat.”
I was right. Watching his tight ass as he pulled my boots off was sexy as hell. It must have shown in my expression because when Reece turned, the whole process of getting naked speeded up tremendously. We stood in the middle of the room, hands stroking over each other, hitting every ridge and dip of muscle.
“I want to suck you first,” Reece told me. He backed me up to the couch until I had to sit before he scooted in between my spread thighs. I wanted to memorize the picture—my cock hard and ready, Reece kneeling there, his blue eyes slumberous as he slowly leaned in to kiss me again on the mouth, his hands skating over my chest and stomach.
“Yes,” I hissed as his hand wrapped around me. With one more look into my eyes, he kissed his way down the arrow of dark hair on my abdomen until his tongue swiped around the top of my dick. I let my head drop back against the chair, losing myself in the feeling of his hand and mouth working me.
“Are you trying to make me come?” I asked.
He sat back on his heels. “No. I want that to happen while I’m buried in your ass.”
“Then don’t wait too long. I’m dying here.”
“Turn over.”
My heart pounded. I was in brand new territory. I was always in control, always the one to make decisions, so allowing someone else to take the lead wasn’t easy. But I did it.
Reece leaned over me, his cock bumping the backs of my thighs as he whispered in my ear. “I know this is new. I promise I will be so careful, but if you ever want me to stop, tell me.”
I nodded, my cheek resting on the cool leather of the couch and promised myself I would let go and enjoy this change. Reece’s every touch induced pleasure at the same time its gentleness reassured me. This was the man I had come to know, who cared for everything around him as though it were a precious gift. Now he made me feel the same way.
By the time the head of his cock nudged the tight bud of my ass, I was gasping with need.
“Push back,” he whispered as the pressure increased. When he finally breached the tight ring of muscles, I thought I was going to pass out, not from pain, but from the intensity of the pleasure.
“Shit.” My hands clawed at the couch.
“Easy, baby.” Reece dropped a kiss next to my ear. “See how good it feels. Tell me.”
“So good.” I nearly sobbed as he pushed completely in. His hands covered mine, twining our fingers while he began a steady rhythm in an out. I said his name over and over in sync with his movements. He carried one of my hands to my erection.
“Stroke
yourself, baby. Come with me.”
He breathed in my ear, interspersing endearments and words of encouragement. And I was nearly mindless, amazed at how over the top it was. Deep down, I knew there was more to it than simply allowing myself to bottom. I made myself vulnerable to this man, trusting that he would take care of me exactly as he was doing.
I felt the familiar tightening in my balls, my hand working up and down as Reece continued to fuck me.
“I’m going to come,” he ground out, his movements accelerating. Seconds apart, we both shouted with pleasure. The weight of him slumped over my back and the feel of our chests heaving for breath was amazing. He stroked my cheek with his index finger.
“You okay?” Worry colored his tone, but it didn’t need to be there. I had never felt better in my entire life.
“No,” I told him and felt him stiffen. “I am fan-fucking-tastic. That was incredible.”
His lips pressed against my shoulder.
Within a few minutes, we were in the pool, braving the cool, evening air and enjoying the warmth of the water. Elbows braced on the deck behind me, I stared out over the water and cleared my throat.
“I’ve enjoyed having you beside me at night,” I told Reece and slid him a look. “What do you think about moving your things into the master suite? I mean, you’re there most of the time now anyway.”
Reece pushed his wet hair off his forehead. “I thought you wanted to keep our relationship private. Won’t my moving into your bedroom make that difficult?”
It did give me a moment of uneasiness, but it wasn’t like I would be bringing the neighborhood on a house tour so I could proclaim “and this is the room where Reece and I fuck every night.”
“I don’t see it as an issue. Mrs. Knowles is the only one who cleans the bedrooms, and she’s not talking to anyone.”
Reece bumped his hip against mine underwater. “If you’re sure, Whitt, I can’t think of any place I would rather be.”
Wow. I rubbed the warm spot that made in my chest. I leaned over and kissed him before dunking him. Reece came up laughing. We swam and splashed like a couple of kids before the air temperature dropped enough to drive us indoors to towel off.