Page 64 of Gotta Dig Deep
The casserole still had forty-five minutes on the timer, so Glenna poured herself a glass of sweet tea and chucked Shamu under the chin. He was stretched out in his favorite bed near the back door and didn’t offer to move when she walked past him to the living room.
Horse had shifted around on the couch, legs sprawled wide with both feet firmly on the floor. His arms hung over the cushions, phone still gripped idly in one hand. Head back, he was stretching his neck when she walked in. She made her way to the back of the couch and settled her hands on his shoulders. Bending over, she kissed him upside down, laughing softly when he tried to deepen the caress.
“Hey, you,” he said when she pulled back, then dug her thumbs into the muscles at the top of his shoulders. “Holy shit, that feels good.”
“Hey backatcha.” She deepened the intensity of the impromptu massage, finding hard knots with fingers and thumbs and working them loose. “You get your calls all made?”
“I did. We’ve got folks coming in starting early tomorrow.” His head lolled forward, wagging back and forth with her rubbing. “That’s really good.”
“Dinner’s in the oven.” Glenna’s concentration was on the stress in his muscles, focused on relaxing him. “I got things taken care of outside. Moved most of the cattle into a pasture farther from the house, so if something happens here, they won’t be disturbed.”
“Sounds like you had a long day.” His breathing slowed as knots and tension let go. “I should be the one doing this to you.”
“I won’t turn it down later.” She bent and pressed a kiss to the bared nape of his neck. “But let me take care of you right now.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Horse angled his neck and joints popped, making him groan. “Fuckin’ shit, I didn’t realize how much shit hurt.”
“Easy to get tense when you’re waiting for something bad to happen.” She made her touch lighter as she moved down his shoulders to his pectoral muscles. “When one thing tightens up, another follows until, before you know what’s going on, you’re taut as a bowstring.”
“Truth,” he muttered, laying his head back on the couch and staring up at her. “Prettiest woman I’ve ever seen, right there.”
“Oh, shaw.” She kissed him quickly, then moved her massage down his arms. “Eeep,” she squeaked when he gripped her shirt and pulled her over the back of the couch, ending in his lap. “Horse,” she laughingly complained. “I was working on you.”
“Yeah, you were working on me all right.” He thrust his hips up and she felt the stiffness behind the zipper of his jeans. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, woman.”
“Well, I’ll have to keep up being awesome, then, won’t I?” She twisted in his arms to press her breasts against his chest, liking how his breath hitched at the contact. “With a kiss—” She put the words into action, placing a chaste kiss against his mouth. “—and a few other things.”
Glenna slithered out of his arms, folding to her knees between his feet. “Maybe even some things I really like doing.” Keeping her gaze locked with his, she pulled the tail of his belt free from the loops, working the buckle loose. “Things like this.” Bending forward, she mouthed his cock through the fabric, dragging her teeth along the seam. “Which I enjoy so much. I can’t believe I haven’t shown you before.” She thumbed the button loose and the zipper made a ticking sound as it traveled several teeth down without her touching it. “So much fun to play,” she whispered, blowing hot air through the fabric, her fingers tugging the zipper the rest of the way down.
“Darlin’.” His breathing was heavier already, lips wet from where his tongue had darted out to lick a swipe across the bottom. “You sure?”
He lifted his hips to let her pull his pants and boxers down. His cock popped out, a pearl of precum already beading at the tip. Tugging his clothing down to frame his cock and balls, she reached for a cushion and placed it underneath her knees.
“I’m real sure.” She batted her lashes and he smiled quickly, the expression morphing into eagerness as she wrapped her fingers around his cock. “Graeme Nass, may I suck your cock?”
“Doubt there’s a man alive who’s ever answered no to that question.” His hips rocked and he thrust through her fingers holding him loosely.
“Not asking every man.” She dipped her face closer, blowing a stream of air across the head. “I’m asking you if I can blow your mind?”
“Yes. Fuckin’ yes, Glenna. Whatever you want, darlin’.” His eyes were dark, pupils blown at just her handling his cock and she smiled.
“Here we go, then.” She licked a stripe up the length of his cock, tonguing the thick veins twisting up the shaft. Moving one hand to his balls, she tested how sensitive he was by plucking at the tender skin, then rolling them in her hand while she gave the head of his cock long, slow kisses. The way his sac drew up said he liked it, and she smiled as she pressed her mouth against his cock, working her tongue down the length to where her fingers were wrapped around the base. Nuzzling into the thatch of hair there, she pulled his balls into her mouth, lapping at them wetly with her tongue.
“Jesus fuck, Glenna.” He shoved his shoulders back against the cushions, eyes fixed on where her head moved in his crotch.
“Oh shoot,” she said in between long licks of the base of his cock. “He can still speak. We can’t be havin’ that.”
She traveled up his cock to the head, teasing the slit with the tip of her tongue. His flavor was mixed musk and salt, and she used her grip on the shaft to milk another drop of precum onto her tongue. Making a show of curling it into her mouth, she moved to teasing the edge of the glans, softly sucking at the sensitive area just under the ridge.
He shouted then and she looked back up to see he was gripping the back of the couch with bloodless fingers, holding himself back. Glenna reached way up and tugged one of his arms free, drawing his palm to the back of her head. She took his cock into her mouth for the first time, then, relaxing her jaw to help make it a smooth transition. Fluttering her tongue against the base of his cock, she swallowed and then lifted slowly, working every inch of flesh. His fingers clutched her hair as she paused on the upswing, then pushed gently when she took him deep again, working hard to get him farther into her throat.
This was one of her favorite things to do, and while it had been a long time and he was larger in every way than Penn had been, she was determined to take him down as far as was physically possible.
Fingers alternately teasing his sac and pumping his shaft, she swallowed him down again and again, head bobbing up and down. The weight of his hand would increase on every up movement, as if he couldn’t bear losing her mouth around him.
Focused on her self-appointed task, she tried to ignore the heat in her own body, not wanting any distractions. With long slow strokes, she took in more and more, until her nose was nestled at the base, her hand now free to slide up inside his shirt. Fingers tweaking at his nipples, she swallowed around him, taking tiny breaths through her nose until that was no longer an option. Holding out as long as she could, Glenna pulled off fast and gasped hard, sucking in as much oxygen as she could, then took him to the base again in a single slide.
“Glenna, I’m there,” he warned her, hand gripping a hank of her hair as he tried to tug her up. She fought his hold, forcing herself back down and sucking hard.
