Orsen surged up and kissed him. “I liked it.” A blush covered his cheeks. “I want to do that again.”
“I’m more than willing to let you do that again.” Santino wrapped his arms around Orsen, returning his kiss, their tongues dancing together. “My turn.” He moved Orsen to one side and pulled his own jeans up as he kneeled between Orsen’s legs. “Let’s take these off.”
Orsen’s eyebrows arched up. “My jeans?”
“And underwear. Trust me. You’ll like it.”
Nibbling his bottom lip, Orsen nodded and helped Santino take his jeans and underwear off. Orsen covered his dick, but Santino gently moved his hands away. “Don’t be shy. My mouth has been here. Now I get to look and touch you properly.”
Orsen panted. “I don’t want to come like I did before.”
“You’re young. You have a fast recovery rate. If you come quickly, you’ll be ready to go again in a few minutes.” Before Orsen could respond, Santino licked down his dick and sucked one of his balls into his mouth, then pushed Orsen’s legs up so his feet rested on the edge of the sofa. “Keep them there.”
Santino dipped lower, running his tongue down Orsen’s crease, and circled his hole. Orsen cried out as Santino licked and sucked his way back up to the head of his dick, sucking up the juices that spilled free.
Pulling back, Santino rubbed a finger over Orsen’s lips. “Get it wet for me.” Orsen licked it, his face turning pink. Santino pushed it in, moving it in and out, then pulled it free and replaced it with his tongue. Orsen moaned, kissed him back, then whimpered into their kiss when Santino’s wet finger brushed his asshole.
Santino moved back to Orsen’s cock, sucked the head into his mouth, then took him deep as he pushed his finger into Orsen’shole. Crooking it, he found Orsen’s prostate and rubbed it. He heard the hoarse cry, felt Orsen’s dick jerk, then swallowed as his mouth filled with come.
He kept swallowing until Orsen lay panting on the sofa. He pulled his finger out, then leaned over Orsen and kissed him softly. “Perfect,” he whispered.
Orsen whimpered. “It happened again.”
“Don’t apologize for enjoying what I do. I love tasting you and I can’t wait to do it again.”
“Tonight?”
“The night is young, Orsen. We have plenty of time.”
“And I get to touch you again.” Orsen grinned and wriggled his eyebrows. “Time for you to get naked now!”
Laughing, Santino kissed him. “I can do that.”
Chapter Thirteen
He couldn’t keep the smile from his face. Whistling, Orsen mucked out the stalls, ignoring the repeated sighs from Crompton who was mucking out with him. Even the smell of horse shit couldn’t take his happy away. Nope, nothing could, because Santino had made him come four times. Four times! Orsen was pretty sure his balls had ached by the time he’d left Santino’s, but he left floating on a cloud of happiness.
He’d also seen Santino naked, and holy hell. How wasthatsupposed to fit in his ass? And Santino’s body was amazing. All hard muscles, but soft skin, and Orsen had wanted to take a bite out of his ass. He had to do lots and lots of squats to have an ass like Santino’s. Having Santino naked touching him had made him come quickly the third time as well, but later, he’d been able to touch and kiss Santino’s body. Then he made Santino come. He thought he did better the second time around, but like Cody had told him, practice makes perfect, and he intended to have a lot of practice.
Another sigh had Orsen sticking his head out from the stall he was in and smiling at Crompton. “Leave me alone. I’m happy.”
Crompton narrowed his eyes and pointed a finger at him. “You’re happy because you had sex. I hope—”
“Oh no, we didn’t!” Orsen stepped out of the stall, shaking his head. “He said I had to wait until I was certain. He doesn’t want to rush me.”
Grunting, Crompton said, “Good. He better do right by you.”
“Cody said it was better to wait.”
“Well, if anyone should know, it’s him. He went off the rails before he ran away. Like I said, looks like he had a rough time before he fixed himself right. Has a good man, too.”
“He was really honest with me. He didn’t tell me much about what he did, but he told me he’d done a lot of things that I shouldn’t do. I like talking to him.” Orsen’s eyes lit up when he remembered something. “Did I tell you I ran into some boys I went to school with? Dale remembered me, and I met Matty and Devon. Matty’s brother Mikey snuck into your barn—”
“And threw up over my boots. I remember the idiot. So drunk I had to carry him to my truck while he laughed and sang his ass off. Couldn’t walk straight if his life depended on it.”
“That’s him. They were nice. Told me I’d be okay if I go back to school and said that they’d help me.” Orsen paused, his face falling. “They knew what happened with Ambrose.”
“I think everyone does now.” Crompton squinted at him. “When I go in, I get asked how you’re doing. Most town folk remember you as this sweet child with your ma. You’d be hard pressed to find one of them who holds what you did against you. Most folk around here have had words, or worse, with Ambrose. You’re nothing like him, Orsen. A good thing too, because you wouldn’t be here with me.”
