“Working with animals, I guess. They get pulls and strains too.”
“Mmhmm.” My thoughts were growing sloppy. I shifted a bit, pulling my right leg up so he could lean into the massage. His fingers bit into my side, strong and sure, working the kinks out, his ribs now pressed into my side. “Poor animals. How do they…oh Lordy, that is divine. Softer now. Mmhmm yes. Perfect, God you have incredible hands.”
He fell silent. I could hear his breaths leaving him. The tone of his touch was different now than it had been before. He was stroking my side and lower back, fingertips skimming the rise of my buttock. Dick took notice, stiffening up quickly. I rolled my hip to grind my aching cock into the bed. My dick bumped over the round metal bar under the thin mattress.
“You need a better bed. Softer. That rod is hard,” I mumbled into the blanket.
Silence. I twisted my head to the side, glancing over my shoulder. His stormy eyes met mine. The light from the woodstove warmed his skin, making his face and eyes glow with something almost feral. My tongue darted out to slick my dry lips. He exhaled through his nose, harsh and long, and then leaned down to put his mouth over mine. His lips skimmed the corner of my mouth. I moved to my side more, just a bit, to meet his kiss. Throwing a hand over the nape of his neck, I lapped at his lips, humming in pleasure when his whiskers rubbed mine. He made a growly noise as well, which sent shockwaves to my balls. I gripped the side of his neck, ensuring he went nowhere until this kiss was done. Feeling that the moment would be a short one, I gave one thousand percent. His weight shifted, moving closer, the hand on my lower back sliding into my sleep pants to cup my ass.
My cock pulsed with need. His tongue raked across my lips, seeking entry that I was more than willing to give. He licked in deep. I moaned softly, inching to my back in increments until I was flat against the skinny mattress. He positioned himself atop me, his leg sliding between mine, that work-roughened hand cradling my ass cheek still as if he feared it might fall off and he would lose it. Which was fine with me. He could hold my ass for years if he wished. I was lost in the taste of him and the minty toothpaste he’d used. Whatever had brought him to me in this passionate state, I was not going to question.
Question! He hates you. Why is he sucking on your face? Also, my dude, this is not professional at—ACK!
Shut it, Brain. Dick is in charge of this show now.
There, guess we showed intelligence a thing or two. Now that my head was silent, I could focus on enjoyable things like the weight of him pressing me to the bed, the pleasure of his fingers sliding into the crevasse of my ass, and the hunger of his kiss.
“Oh…so good, yes,” I panted when we broke for air. His slippery fingers found my hole, the tip of one sliding in up to the second knuckle. My eyes rolled back into my skull. “More, more.”
“Quiet, just…fuck you are so pretty.” He nipped at my chin and returned to my mouth, licking and sucking my tongue, stealing all my breath until I was woozy. I tried to speak several times, but he swallowed every syllable and heated pant. Then, as I was close to passing out from the ecstasy of it all, he left my mouth, shoving madly at the waistband of my sleeping pants with one hand while adding another finger into my hole. I gasped, cried out, and helped him to free my cock. “Oh shit,” he huffed before swallowing my dick down whole.
My ass left the bed instinctually while my fingers carded into his long hair, fisting it tightly, guiding him into the speed I liked. Not that he needed instruction. The man knew how to suck dick. This was not his first time at the queer rodeo. My gaydar is never wrong.
“You’re…this is…oh God do that again.” He suckled loudly, tonguing the underside of my cockhead while hooking his fingers just so. The first rub of my prostate sent me to the moon. “Shit, shit, I’m close.” He hummed, dragging his nail over my sweet spot. With a cry that probably woke the llama, I blew apart, filling his throat with cum. He took it all, every damn drop, coughing here and there as he worked to swallow with my dick tickling his tonsils. Pumping my hips, I gave him all I had, stars exploding behind my eyelids. I felt him pull off, the cooler air hitting my wet dick. He tongued the slit, teasing another pulse of spunk out of me.
“Delicious,” he whispered as I melted into the bedding, spent and breathless.
“That was incredible, Acosta,” I murmured, my grip on his hair easing as the madness of my orgasm dissipated. “Mm, I suspected that you were into guys. I hoped you were feeling the same way I was because I am totally hot for you. Sure, I know it’s not really professional, but—oh hey, where are you…what’s wrong?”
He coughed and then shot to his feet, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth, his dick rigid in his jogging pants. My mouth watered at the sight.
“That was…” He stumbled back a step or two, the low light from the woodstove making it almost impossible to see his face in the shadows. I sat up gingerly, my back no longer tight. Nothing in me was tight now. “Wrong. I shouldn’t…we shouldn’t have done that. That was wrong.”
He pounded out of the room, leaving me to stare at his back, my face slack with shock. Bitsy blatted softly, the sound of Acosta slamming the doors on his race to get away from me, rousing her from her sleep. I tucked my spent dick back into my pants, sat up, and tried to make sense of what the hell had just taken place. I rose, thinking to go after him, but something inside me—a small bit of my common sense that wasn’t given a pile driver by my sex drive—was telling me to leave him alone.
Acosta was right. What just happened was wrong. You know better than to allow anything sexual to take place between yourself and a potential contractee.
I know, I know. He was just so flannel-y and sexy gruff…
Heaving a mighty sigh, I shuffled my way to Bitsy, who was trying to drag herself to me. I sat down beside her on the floor, back to a cold stone wall, face warmed by the stove, and let her snuggle into my side. Her floppy ears lay on my thigh, her long lashes drifting down as she fell right back to sleep. Using my toes, I hooked her blanket, pulled it closer, then covered us the best that I could. Fingers stroking her long neck, I stared into the flames leaping on the other side of the mottled glass and tried to figure out how to fix this mess that my stupid penis had created.
* * *
Awkward.
Difficult. Tricky. Fiddly. Unpleasant. Cumbersome. Unwieldy. Gnarly. Cringe-making.
They all fit the vibe in the barn the next morning. Acosta couldn’t or wouldn’t even look in my direction. He grunted at me when I asked a question. After a few disgusted huffs from the man, I stopped asking and just worked, my back tightening up as the morning chores went on. Come lunchtime, I was sore and sick at heart. The silence choking the life out of my usually chipper soul.
“We’re leaving for town in an hour,” he informed me over a meal of tuna salad sandwiches and canned tomato soup. I nodded sullenly, unwilling to look up only to see disdain plastered all over his handsome mug. Yes, the passion we’d shared had been wrong. Obviously. I should have kept a better handle on my lust. Our falling into bed had soured what had been a slow progression of acceptance that we’d been building. Now he hated me again instead of just strongly disliking me. “Follow me into town to the motel.”
“I’d like to go to the party and meet your parents.” I forced myself to glance at him. His dark look spoke volumes.
“I’d rather you didn’t.” With that, he walked out before I could reply. I threw a look at Bitsy, nibbling on the Christmas tree.
“Oh. My. God. How rude was that?!” She blinked at me while chewing pine needles. “That was beyond the pale, was it not?”
“Blah!”
