“Yeah, I’m okay,” I breathed, eyes fastened on Noah as he moaned, “Yes. Fuck, yes.”
Lorraine laughed softly. “Well, I was asking Noah, but I’m glad you’re surviving this, Jensen. So far.”
Noah made a desperate sound.
“Jensen, stop. Let go of him,” she said, stilling her own movements.
I did. Noah shuddered, and he almost lost the battle. With an extraordinary amount of will, he was able to hold off.
“Good boy. You are amazing.” Lorraine held the dildo deep and still while Noah worked to collect himself. “Your cowboy is turning out to be a skilled hand at looking after ponyboys, isn’t he, Noah?”
Noah moaned and shook his head violently from side to side.
Lorraine laughed and gently began to move the toy again. “Oh, he is. I bet he can get you off while I fuck you with this big rubber cock. You want to come, Buttercup? You want to come all over Jensen’s pretty hand?”
Oh, Jesus Christ. I want you to. I want you to come all over my hand, you sexy-ass pony.
Noah thrust hard into my grip, his entire body trembling with barely restrained desire. He panted and whimpered as Lorraine continued to fuck him with the dildo.
“Say you want to come. And then I’ll let you.”
Noah’s words were quiet yet desperate. “I want to come on Jensen’s hand. I want to come on Jensen’s hand. Please!”
“Jensen’s pretty hand,” Lorraine corrected.
“His pretty hand. His pretty hand. Please let me come on Jensen’s pretty hand. Please.”
“Okay, Noah. You can come now.”
I kept my strokes firm even as I felt Noah’s movements quicken. Noah yelled as Lorraine thrust the toy deeply and twisted gently. His cock pulsed in my hand, shooting white fluid over my knuckles as he shook and cried out. His whole body shuddered for several seconds as the intense orgasm took him.
He lay there, spent and wracked with aftershocks while Lorraine helped me tidy up. Finally, we helped him stand while Lorraine removed the blindfold.
“Have a look at your cowboy, Noah.”
Noah blinked his beautiful grey eyes in the dim light, gazing at me as though I was the answer to his prayers.
“Doesn’t he look hot with the hat and the hard-on in his shorts? I think he liked watching you.”
Noah breathed deeply, trying to recover, his eyes dancing over me. But he shook his head.
“He’s not my cowboy. He’s Luke’s. He’s Luke’s cowboy,” Noah panted. “I only borrowed him.” He turned to Lorraine. “Don’t tell Luke, okay? Please?”
Lorraine looked confused, then smiled. “Of course not. Why would I tell Luke?”
Noah gazed at her with the adoration of a sub for its mistress and bowed his head. “Thank you.”
Lorraine nodded. “Good work, today, Noah. As usual.” She slapped his bare behind, making him jump. “You put on quite a show.”
Indeed. A show I wouldn’t forget any time soon.
Chapter Eleven
Lorraine handed Noah’s lead rope to me. “Here. Take him to the grooming barn. Give my little Buttercup a good hose down. I worked him hard this morning.”
“Okay. Sure.” Any remaining doubts about my willingness to perform these duties had left me at the warm gush of Noah’s pleasure over my gloved hand.
Lorraine flashed me a smile and laid her small hand on my arm. “You did great. I’m so glad to meet you. See you at supper tonight.”
