Page 16 of Fires Creek
Jonas’s rough hand moved from my throat, and he brushed my cheek with the back of his knuckles. “Such a good boy for me. Now suck.”
And. Suck. I. Did. I needed to please him.
Tiny beads of sweat formed across his brows as he thrust himself into my throat. “God, you feel so. Fucking. Good,” he panted with each deep thrust. His cock throbbed as he bottomed out inside me. My hands gripped his muscular ass, feeling him flex with every movement. Tears welled in my eyes. He was so fucking big. So fuckingdelicious.
Jonas ripped his dick from my mouth. His body shook as ribbons of cum released from his cock and coated the ground beneath us. I was about to get up when his hands firmly wrapped around me and pulled me to stand.God, he was strong.
His eyes darkened, and it felt like he was devouring me with his glare. “I need you, baby.”
My hands instinctively reached for his cock. The messy smear of cum and my saliva coating his length made it so easy to stroke him. The sensation sent a rush of blood to my already hard dick. Even completely spent, the size of him rivalled me.
“I fucking love your cock,” I moaned, my breath desperate and needy. Lust fuelled my veins like heroin. I couldn’t get enough. I needed to fill this man. I craved the feeling of my cum exploding inside him. I wouldbegfor thisman to scream my name. Demand he be mine.I wanted to watch my cum leak from him.
Can you have a breeding kink for another man?
Jonas leant in and kissed me. It was a different kiss than before; it was softer. Familiar. Safe. Where his last kiss was hungry and forceful, this one was almost… delicate.
He slowly put himself away as he leaned out of our kiss. With his forehead pressed to mine he whispered, “I feel like I have waited a lifetime to feel what I feel when I’m with you, Theodore.”
“Theodore? ‘Sir’ will do,” I replied with a wink.
“Fucking idiot,” he laughed. His smile was just as beautiful as the first time I saw it.
“Let’s go,” I said. My voice lowered an octave as I detailed my fantasy to the man before me.“If we stay out here any longer, I’m going to bend you over, stuff you with my cock, and fuck you senseless until my cum leaks from you and you beg me to stop.”
“I think I would like that. A lot.” His cheeks flushed crimson, and I made a mental note to do that later.
I smiled at him, took his hand, and we walked together through the paddocks, back to our girl. I couldn’t help but feel grateful she let us have our moment. It would take us some time to find our groove together, but I really felt like we were already on the way to making it work, whateveritwas. In this moment, as I held my man’s hand and we made our way back towards the women who had unravelled us, I was sure that I would do anything to keep them.
That afternoon,we strolled into Maverick’s, side-by-side, an unstoppable unit. We’d been out in the paddocks since daybreak. I was dying for a cold one and a feed. I guided the three of us into the booth at the back where Teddy and I usually sit. River squirmed in her seat as she toyed with the menu that sat lazily on the table.
Teddy and I fooling around on the boundary line was both unexpected and incredible at the same time. Boy had I worked up an appetite, and the image of him on his knees for me was burned into my brain on a loop.It was very distracting.
“Oi, Hannah!” Teddy shouted across the diner. “Tell your good-for-nothin’ cousin he sold me a fuckin’ broodmare! Scout went into foal during the storm. We’ve got ourselves a colt!”
Hannah Jensen – along with her trademark blonde curls and cherry lipstick – strolled confidently out from the kitchen. A warm smile radiated across her plump lips as she chuckled, “Mornin’, boys! I’ll be sure to sort him out for you. Now, who is this gorgeous lady y’all are keepin’ all to y’selves?” she asked.
Her thick Southern accent hadn’t faded at all, even though she moved to Australia over a decade ago. I found her tone gentle and soothing.
“This is River Carlisle, she bought Ashwood. River, this is Hannah Jensen, she owns Maverick’s,” I offered, gesturing to the women. Hannah extended her hand to River, and her infectious cherry smile reached River’s as the two women shared an unspoken moment.
“Well, River Carlisle. It’s mighty fine to meet ya’. Hey, do you like wine?” she asked.
“I am quite partial to a cheeky cabernet,” River replied with a slight smirk toying at her lips as she remembered how she got here.Cheeky girl.
“Alright, it's settled. You’re joining our book club!” Hannah announced.
“Book club?”
Jonas shook his head as he interjected, “Bybook club,she means once a month the ladies have a sleepover here at the diner, get blind drunk, and sing karaoke.” Hannah playfully slapped Jonas’s arm.
“Oh, shush your mouth, Jonas Carter!” Her sweet, Southern accent thickened as she blushed.
“I would LOVE to join the book club!” River announced proudly, as a satisfied smile crept across her face.
“God help us all.” I sighed, pressing a kiss to River’s forehead.
Hannah finished sharing the details of the upcoming festivities with River, gave her a run-down of the families in town, and spilled some miscellaneous gossipy information. As she turned to leave our booth, her eyes trailed across Jonas and me. I hadn’t noticed that my hand was lazily resting on his knee, but Hannah had.Of course she had.
