The sight of him was enough to tip me o’er, and I had to grit my teeth to avoid it.Whenever he mounted me, something took him—a wild, crazed need to subdue me, I supposed—and it always worked.I was helpless under his assault.
I lay there, the muscles in my legs clenching with the effort to hold back.The muscles near my injury throbbed but ’twas worth it and ’twas nothing compared to the way my cock felt as Oscar moved, his body twisting and sliding back and forth, up and down, until my vision went hazy, and I got so close I could taste it.
I wrapped my hand, still slick with grease, around his bobbing cock and started to stroke him, determined to make him come before I lost my own battle.
“Now be a good boy,” I panted, a whimper escaping, “and come for me.”
Oscar’s dark-eyed gaze met mine as I worked him.His pace increased, and he opened his mouth with a cry as his cock shot spurts of white onto my chest.My climax took me at that moment, and I held him still as I emptied into him, my head falling back against the wall and the most primal, satisfied sound coming out of me.
It didn’t stop, the sound or the climax, for several moments, and the intense waves of pleasure were worth all the hardships of the past few days.Oscar was safe, spent and in my arms—and that was all that mattered.
Chapter Fifteen
Caliope
Despite our enthusiastic coupling, I barely noticed my injury on waking in the morning, which was very promising as I needed to pass inspection by Miss June before I was ‘permitted’ to ride out.Problem was, if she tried to forbid me and told me I needed to stay at The Angel for another day, I’d have to tell her that, with all due respect—and I had a lot of respect for Miss June—I wasn’t prepared to sit on my ass again while Oscar and Trick went out together.
It didn’t come to that.
After we got some breakfast—in the kitchen this time—Miss June gave the stitches a look o’er and declared me fit to ride.I was so happy that I hugged her.
“I know it’s been a rough few days, Jimmy, but you’ve been a good patient.”
“Thank you for the excellent care, Miss June.”
“Now, you promise to rest when you can, although the wound is healing up real nice.I’ll take the stitches out next week.”
Now that I was well enough to go, I half expected Miss June to keep Trick back.But Trick was waiting for us in the stables in her boots and trousers and shirt, just the same.
“Well, well, well,” I said, looking her over.“I get to ride out with the infamous Trick, do I?”
“Infamous?What does that mean?”Oscar said, and I reckoned Trick wanted to know, as well, since she looked at me with curiosity.
“It means she’s known for committing some questionable and immoral acts,” I said, wagging my eyebrows.
Trick grinned and nodded.“Yes, sir.That’s me, all right.”She touched the brim of her hat and took a bow.
Oscar doubled o’er laughing.
“That really what it means, Jimmy?”
“Well, usually ’tis referrin’ to violence or some such thing.But I suppose there’s a few people would think what Trick gets up to with her clients was plenty wicked.”
Trick gave me a wink.“I reckon you don’t know the half of it.”
Oscar’s eyes bugged out of his head.
“What the hell does that mean?”I asked.
“It means, Jimmy Downing, that I got me a trunk of treasures upstairs that would blow your damn mind.”
“Fuck,” Oscar exclaimed.“Like what?”
“Well, now, that’s my secret.If you ask nice, I could show you sometime.”
I rolled my eyes.“Oh, Christ.That’s all he needs.”
Trick glanced at me as she adjusted the length of her stirrup and patted her horse’s brown neck.“Oh, there’s some things in there for you, too, Jimmy, that I reckon you’ll find to be very, very interestin’.”She cocked her head, gazing at Oscar with contemplation.“And practical.”
