Page 54 of Close Quarters

“I’d say I’m sorry,” I said in a soft voice, watching the tip shimmer in the light as he continued to finger my ass. “But goddamn, I love it.”

“Good,” he said roughly, pulling his finger out and grabbing me by the arm.

“What are you…” I grunted, but he all but dragged me into the storage shed. “Are you crazy?”

He pushed me against the door and then shoved at my shoulders. “On your knees.”

God, he was crazy, but that must have meant I was crazy too, because I obeyed immediately. I wasn’t always submissive, but something about the way he growled, snarled, and barked orders always sent a shock of pleasure through me. The more he bossed me around, the more he manhandled and ‘forced’ me to do what he wanted, the more fun we seemed to have.

Dropping to my knees, I wasted no time unbuckling his pants and yanking his underwear down, forcing his cock to bob in front of me. Gripping the base firmly, I brought it to my lips and sucked him down, sensing his eagerness to get started. The only thing that was probably going to spare me from having a horribly sore ass for a couple of days was we were still technically capable of being overheard if someone wandered by. I was still going to be sore, but the idea of getting caught would keep us both in check.

I hoped.

I’d barely managed to get him into my throat a few times before he grabbed the back of my head, just like I figured he would. There was a sharp bite of pain as his fingers pulled my hair, which was finally long enough to hold. If Reno weren’t using my hair for grip or leverage, he’d use my throat or chin.

I leaned back as far as he let me as he began to thrust. At first, he was careful, checking how far I had loosened up. The last thing we needed was for me to be unprepared, and then we’d both end up having my lunch all over the place, which was…not sexy.

What was sexy, however, was the feel of his cock, thick and heavy, as it slid over my tongue and down into my throat. After having spent the first few months of my sexual history experiencing an annoying gag reflex, I’d set out to get rid of it. That proved to be mostly annoying, involving a toy for ages, but once I got the hang of it, I never had to worry about it returning.

So now I could kneel there, gripping his ass and feeling it flex as he worked up more speed. I didn’t know if he’d never been able to do this with someone else or if he especially enjoyed it. Either way, there was no question about whether or not he enjoyed using my mouth and throat without worrying.

The best part was it meant I was quiet, and I could hear the sharp exhale of his breathing and the low grunts whenever he buried himself completely. Sometimes he stopped, shoving his dick so far into me his hair tickled my nose before slowly pulling out.

Reno had never outright said it, but this wasn’t the first time he fucked my face vigorously, only to then start taking his time on the pull-out. I thought he just liked the sight of his cock sliding slowly back into view before shoving it back in, knowing I could take it. Not that I blamed him. If we could, I would have found a way to film it from his angle and see it myself.

“Going to come down my throat again?” I asked him, closing my lips over the head to suck on it gently. Doing anything soft or slow wasn’t usually his thing, but I knew it drove him crazy when I did it. It also didn’t hurt that I kept my eyes locked on his, watching every expression as it passed over his face while also knowing that maintaining eye contact, whether it was while his dick was in my ass or my mouth, was a quick way to fire him off.

“No,” he said roughly, using my hair to make me get to my feet.

“Rough,” I grumbled. “And if you think you’re fucking me with the fucking lotion, then you’re crazy. I’m not a horny teenager who doesn’t know any better any…” I stopped when he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a much smaller bottle of lube than the one we’d been using. “I mean…okay, I’m officially down. But where the hell?—”

“They’ve got all sizes of bottles at the clinic,” he told me. “Now get those pants down…keep the jockstrap on.”

“Yes, yes,” I said with a chuckle, letting my pants drop to my ankles. I could have removed them, but that would mean fighting with my boots. One advantage to wearing a jockstrap was I would only have to struggle with my pants if we needed to get covered up quickly.

“C’mere,” he growled, yanking me further into the storage shed and past the rows of shelves. From here, it would be really hard to see what was happening if someone walked in and would give us time. At the same time, there was also a table where he wasted zero time forcefully bending me over.

“God, I fucking love when you manhandle me,” I groaned as he pushed two fingers inside me. I’d honestly expected him to go straight for his dick, but I wasn’t going to complain if he was going to make things a little easier for me. Not that I didn’t enjoy it when he was so impatient he couldn’t wait to shove it into me, but a couple of days afterward was always payback for the fun.

“And I like it when you talk less,” he said, adding a third finger and drawing a low groan from me. I needed to be quiet, but that didn’t mean I would be silent. He knew that about me, of course, which was typically why he went out of his way to gag me or at least shove my face into a pillow. “But I don’t mind that too much.”

“Good to know,” I said and then gasped when I felt his fingers quickly replaced by something much thicker.

He slid into me much easier than he did without any preparation and without as much of that burn that always held my attention for the first couple of minutes. Now, it was just enough to savor the feeling instead of breathing my way through it. Reno had once asked me why I let him go in with little prep sometimes when it clearly hurt and for days after, but I didn’t have an explanation. The pain was worth it for the thrill, for the pleasure, for the sound of him groaning as he sank into me and claimed me.

“Fuck,” he breathed through clenched teeth when he sank the last inch. The feeling of him inside of me was without compare. I was tight enough that with him staying still, I could feel him throbbing. Reno could be a real bastard sometimes, but at moments like this, there was no questioning that he wanted it.

“C’mon,” I groaned as quietly as I could. “We can’t waste any time. Someone’s going to come looking for us.”

“You just want me to fuck you.”

“Well, duh.”

And fuck me, he did. If I’d had the brain cells, I would have been glad we were in such an isolated spot on the ranch. Even if I was able to keep myself muffled by shoving my fist into my mouth, it was hard to cover the sharp sound of his hips meeting my ass.

One hand gripped my side, while another gripped the waistband of the jockstrap. He was clearly enjoying himself as he yanked me back into each of his thrusts, forcing a soft whimper out of me. My dick bobbed and jerked beneath me, as hard as he was as he fucked me. Sweat broke out easily in the stuffy confines of the storage shed, and I could feel it dripping onto my ass and back from his body.

His breathing grew harsh and shallow, and I knew he was trying to keep control. The problem was I didn’t want to hold back. I didn’t want him to hold back. I’d yet to get tired of hearing, seeing, and feeling him when he came, and that went triple when it involved him coming inside me.

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