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“Y-yes, Sir,” he moaned, his legs shaking.

He groaned as I went deep, my thumb rubbing under the head of his cock. I’d brought him to the edge three or four times, and I knew he couldn’t hold on much longer. I grabbed his balls and gave them a sharp tug, while I held his dick around the base, a rigid pole slick with oil and pre-cum. His gaze met mine, but he didn’t ask to come, his body writhing constantly, his hands still clutching the bedposts.

Such behavior deserved a reward.

“You can come,” I murmured, letting go of his balls and pushing my finger inside him. I massaged his prostate, and an arc of cum shot high into the air, landing on his chest.

“Oh, thank you, Sir.” He gasped the words, shaking, the tremors constant through his thighs as his cock pulsed out every last drop. I worked his dick with his spunk, sliding it through the funnel of my hand, my finger still wedged in his ass.

His shudders ebbed, until at last he lay still, his chest heaving.

I bent over and kissed him. “You did good,” I said in a low voice.

“Thank you, Sir.”

I smiled. “You can let go of the bedposts now.”

A moment later, his arms were around my neck, and he clung to me as we kissed, the smell of cum and Robert’s own musky scent filling my nostrils. I lay beside him, stroking his chest, trailing my fingers through the stickiness coating his skin. His softened dick lay against his thigh, while mine was like a steel pipe in my jeans. I shoved them down over my hips, tugged my cock free, and worked the shaft, my orgasm within sight.

“Sir.” It was a plea.

I knelt beside his head. He propped himself up on one elbow, and took me in his mouth, one hand wrapped around my shaft. I shuddered as I shot my load, and he took it all. He cleaned my cock with his tongue, and I shivered. I pulled free of him and claimed his mouth in a kiss, tasting myself on his lips.

“Next time, I’ll be coming in your ass,” I whispered.

Judging by the sigh that escaped him, he liked that idea a lot.

I held him close on the bed, stroking his head, his shoulders, kissing him, telling him how good it had been, and assuring him we’d only just begun. My thoughts went to my purchases of that afternoon. I’d already decided when I was going to use it.

This was going to be fun.

He felt warm in my arms, and I didn’t want to move. Then I realized I didn’t have to. No one would be concerned if I didn’t go back to the bunkhouse. Everyone knew exactly where I was.

Robert craned his neck to look me in the eye. “Stay, please?”

I smiled. “Why not?” I could do that.

Except…since when did I ever do that?

Chapter Twenty-One

Thursday, June 16

Robert

I opened my eyes, and for a moment I couldn’t breathe. There was someone else in the bed, spooned around me, warm and smelling like heaven.

Then I remembered.Toby stayed.I hadn’t expected that. I shivered as I recalled swallowing his load, sharing the taste of him in a kiss that… grew somehow, blossomed and grew into a sensual, intimate connection that left me shaking.

Lord, his arms felt good around me.

“Morning.” His breath tickled my ear.

“Morning.” I shuddered when his lips grazed my neck.

“I slept great.”

I’d wanted to stay awake as long as possible, to burn the feel of him, the smell of him, into my brain. “Thanks for staying.”

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