I breathed hard, closing my eyes, loving the way he was touching me. He had me and he knew it. After a few moments, I lifted one knee and placed it on the bench, and then the other, balancing with my hands on the cold tiles of the wall. I swallowed hard. “Fine. Go ahead.”
Luke inhaled sharply. “Oh, Christ, cowboy. I don’t think I could stop now if I wanted to.”
“You could. And you would if I stopped you.”
“Fine. True. I’m not into straight-out rape,” Luke murmured, his finger pressing between my buttocks and finding my hole. “Anyway, I want you to beg me.”
I tried to laugh but it came out a moan. “I’m not gonna beg you. I have some dignity.”
“Not from where I’m standing, and it’s fucking glorious.”
I gasped as Luke grabbed my buttocks and pulled them apart.
“God, you are so pretty here. Do all cowboys have such pretty pink holes? Or just you?”
I could only stutter and gasp, feeling incredibly vulnerable. “Dunno.”
“Well, this hole is fucking beautiful. And I can’t wait to fill it.”
I nodded, desire pooling deep in my belly at the prospect of getting fucked by this upstart ponyboy. I had no problem obeying his orders when he stood behind me with an erection and a plan.
I felt a bit better being in the stall, but I’d still have to try to be quiet if I didn’t want the entire bunkhouse to echo with my groans. Hopefully, Luke wouldn’t make me scream.
He moved further into the stall and let the steel door swing shut. I heard the latch click, and my pounding heart went into overdrive as my cock throbbed. I pressed my forehead against the tiles, trying to stay calm as I heard the snap of a lid opening.
“Oh fuck, you have a gorgeous ass, cowboy. Totally wasted on the horses you used to look after.”
I thought his comment so funny, I burst out a laugh that became a moan as I felt Luke’s lips on my shoulder, and then his fingers trailing lube down the small of my back and into my crack.
Game on.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, closing my eyes and arching against his touch, pushing my ass out.
“Oh, holy fuck you are begging for it, aren’t you?” Luke breathed, raw lust in his voice. “You want me to fuck you, cowboy? You want me to fuck your ass and make you come in my hand?”
I made a noise—a long drawn out moan—as I nodded frantically. “Yes. Please.”
Luke chuckled, rubbing so much lube along my ass crack it dripped down to the bench. “I thought you weren’t gonna beg?”
“S’not begging. It’s being polite.”
Luke laughed. “Well, you are a very polite cowboy, I’ll give you that. Although, nothing I’m seeing right now looks very polite. And I hate to tell you, but I’m not polite at all. Although you’re probably aware.”
I groaned deep as Luke’s finger pushed its way into me. My body almost let him in without thinking.
“Oh fuck, you’re ready for me, aren’t you, cowboy? Ready for a good strong fucking?”
“So ready.” A desperate whisper. I wasn’t even sure he heard it.
“I’ll bet. Looking after the livestock here tends to have that effect. Imagine, getting fucked by the ponyboy you had in harness and tail this morning? Doesn’t the idea just blow your fucking mind?” Luke said.
I swore, sweat rising on my skin as I waited for the bliss that was coming. Luke fingered me like a pro, and I hoped his skill was a sign.
“You got a condom?” I asked desperately, praying he did. I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of asking before now.
“All wrapped up and ready for you, cowboy. But here,” Luke said, and pressed something wet, soft and cold against my lips. “You’d better bite down on these so you don’t make too much noise, or we’ll both get busted. Open.”
I parted my teeth as Luke pressed his wet, balled-up boxer briefs between them, at the same time withdrawing his finger and sticking two into me.
