Page 36 of The Outlaw and the Heir

"So, what's your great idea?"

"Keep doing what you're doing. Trust me, watching you watch me is turning out to be one of the best things I've seen in weeks. Second only to the sight of you dripping wet and rock hard as you watched me pleasure myself."

It left me seated and having to gaze up at him, cock near to my face, and I licked my lips without thinking as I resumed stroking him. I’d only put one other person into my mouth before, and despite having a plethora of reasons not to invest any more energy or sacrifice into this, all I could do was stare at the head, leaking slightly from his excitement as he began to breathe heavily.

Glancing up, I leaned forward and gave in to the temptation, wrapping my lips around it and surprised to find thetaste...wasn't bad. I was going to praise its virtues, but compared to the last time I'd tried to taste someone, it was far better. Even better was the shuddering intake of breath from him, followed by a shaky groan as I tried to slide as much into my mouth while continuing to stroke him.

I had only a few seconds of working hand and mouth together before his breathing became even more ragged and his eyes pinched shut. I didn't need to be experienced to know what that signified. I pulled back, not ready for anything quite as bold as to let him finish in my mouth. I felt a faint whisper of surprise when he not only let me pull back but actively pushed me away as he wrapped his hand back around himself and gave a handful of vigorous strokes.

A groan rumbled out of him, eyes flashing open as he looked down at me, eyes burning into mine. I jerked in surprise when the first blast caught me on the chin, warmth splashing over my lips. Another groan came, and the next shots hit my chest and stomach, and then finally the last couple hit my groin, soaking my still rigid cock. It wasn't an unbelievable amount, but it reminded me of the time I’d been forced to restrain myself from finding release for over a month. I had soaked the shirt I intended to use the next day, much like Samuel had just soaked me.

"Shit," he said with a shaky laugh. "I know it's been a while, but that was...messy."

"Yes, I can…" I stopped, realizing that opening my mouth meant his taste hit my tongue and surprised me. Of course, I’d already tasted him, but that was something else entirely. It wasn't the faint taste of what had leaked out but the real thing that hit my tongue with a not altogether unpleasant saltiness. "I could see that for myself. I didn't want something like that."

"And yet there you are, covered in it and still as hard as the moment you saw me stroking myself," he said, leaning closer. "And now, I've had mine, so let's get you yours."

The annoyance that not only was he right but felt the need to point it out was nothing compared to the renewed flare of arousal that grew in my gut. It should have made me nervous, if not outright scared me, that something could wipe out all common sense and reasonable thought, but even those emotions were burned away. All I knew was that he was once more kneeling before me, not caring in the slightest that he’d just made a mess of my straining cock before pulling it to his mouth and taking me into his throat again in one swift motion.

A shudder wracked me at his complete lack of inhibitions and the sheer...degeneracyof sucking me deep without the slightest revulsion or hesitation that his...seed covered me. Every instinct, every teaching, every moral lesson would have prevented me from sucking down the mess, let alone my own, on another man's body. Yet here he was, without a care, as he moaned around me, only adding to the intensity of the moment and helping me forget that everything about this situation was wrong for both of us.

At that moment, all that existed was the feel of his mouth on me and then the feel of his throat when it enveloped me. I could feel his fingers digging into my thighs as he held tight, clearly using his hold as leverage to get as deep as he could as often as he wanted. After everything, I shouldn't have been surprised to feel the familiar sensation of my body tightening. Familiar only because I knew the sensations, but the speed and intensity with which they were coming were entirely new to me.

Part of me resisted, wanting to savor the feelings for a little longer, and I let out a low groan of pleasure and felt the quiver in my legs grow as the muscles tightened. I shouldn't have been surprised that despite how obvious I was, Samuel wasn'tdeterred. If anything, my reaction encouraged him, low noises coming from him as he continued bobbing and sucking deep.

It was too much, and I felt the building inside me reach breaking point, and I didn't have the self-control to contain my reaction. A cry burst out of me as the pleasure reached its crescendo and crashed down, my hands gripping his shoulders fiercely. My body jerked as I poured into his mouth, Samuel swallowing down all I had to give, and what he'd left, without a moment's hesitation, groaning as I emptied myself completely.

When it was done, my body went limp, flopping back onto the rock and forcing me to fight to breathe. I remembered when I was a boy, and my father had been teaching me to ride. I still didn't know if my father had meant to put me on a horse that wasn't completely trained, but it suited his tendency to give harsh lessons. I had barely been on the horse for a few minutes before it panicked at the sight of...well, I didn't know what, but it panicked and threw me hard. Those watching panicked when I hit the ground, terrified I’d been seriously injured, but no, just bruised and the wind knocked out of me.

That same feeling of breathlessness, no matter how hard I tried to get air into my lungs, was what I was feeling as I lay on that rock, wondering if I would ever draw breath again. I had experienced sexual pleasure before and had thought that was all there was to know, save for a few things I intentionally missed out on. It turned out there was a whole new world, and all it took to reveal that to me was a man who, much like the horse that had thrown me years ago, was not easily tamed...if he could be at all. Perhaps he would always carry the risk of throwing me, no matter how much I thought I had a handle on the reins.

His face swam into view, looking amused and slightly concerned. “Are you...okay? Because if this is some sort of fit, I'd like to know. I do not look forward to explaining how you had a fit while I was alone with you. Your dad doesn't strike me as thetype to listen to anything I have to say, and believe me, I really don't want to see the business end of a noose."

With an annoyed grunt, I pushed him away so he wasn't directly in my face. "Just don't tell him the truth. The last thing I need is him having that as his last memory of me."

His expression tightened, and he gave a small grimace. “How sad is it that we have to consider what other people will think of us for something so...insignificant."

I felt something inside me bristle at the barely veiled judgment in his words. “Perhaps we should hunt down your parents and tell them what you've been up to. I'm sure they'd be real glad to hear you've been lyin' with other men."

His eyes stayed on me for a moment before he snorted. “That would be an impressive feat. Let me know if you succeed."

"You don't think I'm capable? Just 'cause we're out here in the sticks?"

"Well, I meant," he said slowly as he walked back toward the water and sat down, rubbing his body to rinse away the evidence, "that if you managed to findandcontact my parents, you wouldn't need to work another day in your life."

"This where you tell me the shocking news that they, along with probably several other people, have a bounty on your head?"

"No," he said. "I simply meant they're dead and have been for years. So if you somehow contact them, you’ll be the most popular person in the world. You'd have people throwing so much money and attention at you that you wouldn't know what to do with it. Just think how popular you'd be, you might even find you don't have to keep fighting for your daddy's approval."

Iwantedto be offended, but I could sense the bitterness in his voice, even though it was buried under all his normal sarcasm and snark. It might have been years since his parents died, but I didn't think I was so dense or angry as not to realizethat his love for them had been strong and had persevered into the present day. His attempts to piss me off might have been a reaction to his pain that he clearly didn't like to display, or perhaps it was just like so many other things he did, another way for him to deflect and evade.

It made me wonder what sort of person was hiding under that mask of sarcasm and joking he wore so comfortably. Was there perhaps someone who knew more than just jokes and smart comments? Maybe there was someone who knew more than just fleeting moments of true emotion that were buried and silenced within seconds. Maybe it was just the fact that he’d learned that he couldn't express himself, or perhaps it was just that he was comfortable playing the fool.

I visibly shook my head as the thoughts started to build, not wanting them to take root inside me. It was bad enough that I’d already let things get...well, too far, was putting it mildly. Which was, of course, the exact moment when the full impact finally settled in as I pushed myself upright, staring at him as shock and confusion swirled around my head.

His eyes widened. “Oh hell, do I even want to know whatthatlook means?"

Honestly, I didn't have an answer as I tried to make sense of the feelings coursing through me, both too strong and switching too quickly to make sense of them. On the one hand, the entire thing had been...amazing, better than anything I'd felt before, and even now, I had to wonder what therestwould feel like if I dared to try. Yet I had completely and utterly broken the trust given to me by my father by getting close to someone who was our prisoner and our charge. And there was the distinct and overwhelming feeling that I hadn't just crossed an ethical line but a moral one.

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