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Colton shoots into my mouth with a hoarse grunt, his hands and thighs shaking, his heels digging against me.
“Fuck, fuck,” he mutters. “Shit. What the fuck was that?”
I pop off his cock, spitting his cum out onto the ground before letting his hands go to wipe my chin. “Told you all you have to do is ask,” I tell him, unbuttoning my pants. I take myself in hand, grabbing the side of Colton’s neck and rubbing over the small bruise I left there.
His eyes rake over me, wide, before he flicks my hand off his neck and tugs me closer with his heels.
“Fuck,” he mutters again, and then he’s grabbing my cock. He stares right into my eyes as he strokes me, defiant almost, like he’s waiting for me to do or say something to piss him off.
I have no intention of pissing the man off. Not when he’s playing so nice.
“Fucking good, little Colt. Your hand feels perfect wrapped around my dick.”
He looks surprised by my words. But he doesn’t stop stroking me. And he doesn’t protest this time when I trace the bruise blooming on his neck.
“Like seeing you hurt for me,” I say, pulse hopping as his grip tightens. “I could make you hurt so good.”
“Fuck you,” he breathes, the sentiment falling flat considering he’s still willingly stroking my dick.
“Mm. I think maybe you first.”
Colton’s shocked—aroused—face is all it takes to have me hurtling over the edge fast. I don’t even have time to warn the man, only grab hold of his hair to anchor myself as I spill over his fist. The sound he makes is full of wonder and need, as if it’s him painting his shirt instead of me. The man is too fucking innocent for his own good, and it makes me want to dirty him all the more. To see how far his curiosity extends. To find the limit of what he’ll allow me to do.
When I heave out a breath and lean back, Colton’s eyes flick up to mine before darting away. I can see the shutters pulling down, see the way he’s already trying to protect himself.
I don’t stop it, but I do hand Colton a rag to wipe his shirt.
“You couldn’t have aimed elsewhere?” he grumbles, shoving his soft cock into his pants and attempting to clean the cum off his clothes.
“Who had a hold of my dick, hm?”
He shoots me a glare, tossing the rag aside before running his hands through his hair. “You mind?” he says, motioning to me.
I wait with a raised eyebrow, his legs still clasped around my hips. He flushes, unwrapping them and pushing me away so he can drop to the ground.
For a second, he looks like a lost lamb. And I don’t know if my instincts are one of the shepherd…or the wolf.
He’s halfway to the door when I say, “See you tomorrow, little Colt.”
He pauses. “What?”
“Marie’s. We both have more work to do.”
“Right,” he says on an exhale. “Yeah, uh. Yeah.”
I chuckle to myself as Colton heads out of my barn, and I know, from the fleeting glance he throws my way before he’s out of sight, this bad idea we’re both indulging in is far from over.
Chapter 21
Colton
“Soyouliveherein town?”
“I do,” Noah answers, his voice even.
I peek out through the bars of the stall I’m in, watching his interaction with one of Marie’s new students. A handful of them arrived today for the start of their dressage course. All women. All young. College-aged, if I had to guess.
I scowl, going back to my work.
