Page 11 of Rust and Stardust

Lucas chuckled at that, and I realized the double entendre I’d made my accident. “I’m sure I could be,” he replied, his tone leaving no doubt in my mind that he was quite experienced at riding, just not horses.

Suddenly I couldn’t eat anymore. Between my cock trying to drill a hole through my pants, my embarrassment, and how flustered I was, my appetite was gone. I reached back, pulling my wallet out and slapping a twenty down on the counter.

“Well, gotta run Dolly!” I called out, waving in her direction.Then with a quick glance back while hiding my very obvious excitement, I said, “Good to see you again, Lucas.”

“You too, cowboy,” he smiled.

My cheeks burned and I rushed out of that diner as fast as I could, hoping I could maintain my composure long enough to get in my truck and get the hell out of town.

Chapter 5

Beau

Ididn’t say hello to anyone when I got back to the house. Instead, I went straight upstairs to my room, closed my bedroom door, made sure the lock was in place, and then stripped my jeans off as fast as I could. My throbbing cock sprang free, pre-cum already oozing from my slit. I was so hard I was almost sore, Lucas’s words still having a profound effect on me. I knew I shouldn’t give in, shouldn’t let him get to me like this. But I couldn’t stop it. My balls ached for release, and I was going to fantasize about him until I emptied every last drop of cum I had out of my body.

Flopping down on the bed, I tore off my shirt and wrapped my hand around my thick cock, letting out a soft groan of pleasure. I closed my eyes and immediately Lucas's face appeared in my mind. Those piercing green eyes, that cocky smirk, the way his brown hair fell across his forehead as he looked down at me all hot and helpless on the bed. I imagined his strong hands on me instead of my own, his long fingers wrapping around my shaft and stroking firmly.

“Fuck,” I breathed, arching my back as I picked up the pace.

In my fantasy, Lucas leaned in close, his hot breath tickling myear. “That's it, cowboy,” he purred in that smooth East Coast accent. “Let me make you feel good.”

I bit my lip to stifle a moan, not wanting anyone in the house to hear me. My free hand roamed over my chest, pinching and teasing my nipples as I pictured Lucas's mouth there instead, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nubs.

The heat in my core built rapidly as I stroked myself faster, lost in the fantasy of Lucas's touch. In my mind, his lips trailed down my chest, leaving a burning path across my skin. I could almost feel the scratch of his stubble against my abs as he moved lower.

“God, Lucas,” I whispered, my hips bucking up involuntarily.

My imagination conjured the sensation of his hot mouth engulfing my cock, those green eyes gazing up at me with lust as he took me deep. He wanted to make sure I felt amazing, and that I knew how much he enjoyed making me feel that way. I pumped my fist frantically, desperately chasing my release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I panted, feeling my orgasm approaching like a freight train.

In my fantasy, Lucas hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard, his talented tongue working magic along my shaft. It was too much. With a strangled cry, I came hard, my back arching off the bed as thick ropes of cum painted my abs and chest. I fell back against the mattress, panting from the sudden and much needed release.

As I lay there catching my breath, the euphoria of my orgasm slowly faded, replaced by a creeping sense of shame. What was I doing? Fantasizing about a man I barely knew, some city slicker who'd waltz out of Sagebrush as quickly as he'd arrived. Even if I were to allow myself to fall into bed with him, what would come of it? Probably just more rumors and disappointed looks around town. Everyone was already speculating, but if they saw me with Lucas… well, their speculations would become truth.

I didn’t want that, and I wasn’t ready for it. As far as I was concerned, it was better to be alone than end up in trouble with the wrong sorts of people. Not only that, but I didn’t know how my ownfamily would react either. I had to run the ranch, to keep our family business going for another generation. My family and the ranch were who I was. Without them… I was nothing. I couldn’t risk it on some tourist looking for an easy piece of ass.

Continuing to berate myself mentally, I grabbed some tissues from the nightstand and cleaned myself up, trying to push away the lingering thoughts of Lucas. But as I wiped the cooling cum from my skin, I couldn't shake the image of his knowing smirk, those piercing green eyes that seemed to see right through me. God, I wanted to see him again already.

With a frustrated groan, I hauled myself off the bed and headed for the shower. The hot water ran over my body, washing away the evidence of my weakness, but doing nothing to cleanse my mind of Lucas Greene or the anguish I felt about my own shortcomings. Why couldn’t I have just been born normal?

As I dried off and got dressed, I resolved to keep my distance from the charming New Englander and stick to my own neck of the woods.

I tried to focus on my chores for the rest of the day, throwing myself into physical labor to distract from my tumultuous thoughts. But as the sun began to set over the rolling prairie, painting the sky in vivid oranges and pinks, I found my mind drifting back to Lucas despite my best attempts to push them away.

I was brushing down my horse in the stable when I heard the crunch of gravel outside. My heart leapt into my throat as I wondered if Lucas had somehow found our family farm. It wouldn’t be that hard to find, everyone knew where the Turners lived. Dolly would’ve told him on the spot if he asked. But just as I was about to go into a full out panic, I heard the door shut and my father walked into the barn. Immediately I breathed a sigh of relief.

“I was wonderin’ where you’d got off to,” he said. “Saw you come home this afternoon and you’ve been missin’ all day. Mabel was startin’ to worry.”

“Sorry Pa,” I replied, blowing out a long sigh as my heart rate returned to normal. “Just been busy.”

“Well, then I’ve got some good news for you.”

I glanced up over Willow’s back, my eyebrow arched.

“I’ve hired help on the ranch, and you’ve got the next two weeks off,” he smiled, looking mighty proud of himself.

But I’d seen that smile before. He was up to something. “Why?”

---