Page 20 of Cabins Cows Critics
“Holy hell, you’re big,” I say as my gaze sweeps down to where I’m stroking him. He smiles, going for my fly.
“From what I can tell, you’re not half bad yourself.” He grins, and then he’s got my pants shoved down to my ankles and my shirt over my head. His thick fingers wrap around me, slowly stroking in time with my grip on him. “Fucking perfect,” he sighs as his gaze sweeps over my body. The way he looks at me, like I’m the river and he hasn’t seen water in a year, sends a surge of electricity through me. I smash our bodies together, kissing him hard as I work his thick cock faster and faster.
I’ve never really been a one-night stand kind of guy. The whole idea of one-night stands goes against everything in my life that makes sense. I am a planner. A man who loves his routines and knows what to expect, or at least when it comes to the big things. The only real uncertainty in my life is whether or not I will like the place I am reviewing. It’s a small thing, really, but it always brought a little excitement and nervousness to my day. But in a totally controlled way; I planned it that way. This is so far from planned, and I am totally here for it.
It’s like my body can’t be close enough to him, and as I step forward, his back is now against the wall, and I break our kiss and release his cock, a soft whine escaping his lips. But I go for his shirt buttons, working it open quickly and shoving it over his shoulders to the floor. His chiseled chest glistens with sweat, and fuck me if it isn’t like looking at a Greek god. I rest my palms against his pecs, sliding them down over his hard nipples, my fingertips swirling around them for a second on their way past, and he bites his lower lip, resting his head back against the barn wall.
“Oh god, you’re a tease,” he sighs, stroking me slowly with one hand as he brushes his other hand through his hair, gripping it tightly at the back like he’s trying so hard not to lose control. I know that feeling. But it’s the control I have over him right now that is so fucking hot.
I lean forward and slide my tongue over his nipple, a shudder rolls through him, and I reach between us. I grab his wrist and maneuver his grip on me until I’ve wedged us together, him holding us from one side and me from the other. His cockhead nudges under my crown and sends a pulse through me.
I swirl my tongue around his nipple again, and he moans, stroking us together as I move in time, too. I reach my free hand around to his ass, cupping his cheek tightly, digging in my nails when his cockhead brushes against the sensitive glans around my crown.
His free hand slides around my back, like the first time he scooped me up into his arms, only this time he doesn’t lift me, because right now, we’re lined up fucking perfect. Instead, he just holds me there, palm spread wide against my back. I suck his nipple into my mouth, rolling the bud around as the pressure inside me builds. His grip tightens on our cocks, strokes coming faster, and then his free hand drops to my ass, grabs me tight, and works the cheek up and down, grinding us together in time with our hands. I don’t take my mouth away from his nipple for fear that I’ll scream out his name so loud that the entire ranch will hear. Instead, I bite down, and like that, I have broken the last thread holding him back, heat floods between us, and a second later, my balls are tight, aching, and desperate for release, and I unload, too.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans as his grip on my ass softens. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” I say with a chuckle, stepping back. He grabs his shirt from the ground and hands it over.
“Here, you might want to clean up before putting your shirt on, we got a little…messy,” he says, and I follow his stare to the ropes of glistening come on my stomach and chest. I lick my lips without thinking, and he smirks.
“Wondering what we taste like?” he asks, and my cheeks burn. He closes the gap between us and wraps his large hand over mine as I grip his shirt against me. “I was wondering the same thing,” he says, then he slides his finger up his stomach and brings it up to my mouth. I hold his stare, my mouth open, salivating at the scent of us, just waiting to get that first taste. He skims over my lower lip with the tip of his finger, sending a shiver through me that has my dick reacting far sooner than it ever has before. Then, as his finger slips just inside my mouth, his lips are on mine again, his tongue swirling around his finger in my mouth, my tongue moving around his, too, tasting him, tasting us, and now all I want is more.
Chapter nine
Connor
MANY HANDS MAKE LIGHT WORK
Iletthecowsout of the large barn where we shelter them at night. Most are quick to head into the open paddock that sort of wraps around this side of the property, connecting to the milking barn and the mini barn. Once they wander out, I find a few lazy bones still lying on straw beds in the back. I need to muck it out, so they’ll have no choice but to be outdoors today.
“Come on, old girls, up you get,” I say as I approach them. Dolly, a black and white, and Gert, an all-brown cow, give each other a knowing look and then lower their heads in defiance.
“I don’t have time for your shenanigans today.” I’m still reeling after last night. Hayden and I didn’t get off to the best start with his douchebag driving, but last night, any animosity toward him melted away. Orgasms will do that. The only thing is, now the animosity is replaced by a nervousness I’ve not felt in a long time. We didn’t exactly take the time to talk about what last night was, and seeing as he’s here for the ChristmasExperience, it’s likely that my one-night stand will stay exactly that. Or maybe he’ll be up for continuing this through his two-week stay. The memory of last night surfaces, and as much as I’d love to stay there, reliving it in my mind’s eye, I shake the images away. I’ve got a full day of work ahead of me as it is.
Dolly moos as I try to nudge her to get to her feet.
“It’s not that cold,” I say in reply. But she doesn’t budge.
“Hey, Connor,” Nial calls from the doorway.
I nudge Molly again, trying to get her to stand, but my hands slide over her slick fur, and she makes a satisfied soft noise like she’s enjoying the massage.
“What’s up?”
“Can you give us a hand milking? Dean’s busy sorting out the feed situation.”
I scratch Molly behind the ear, and she leans into my touch.
“Looks like you get your way, this time,” I concede, and they both eye me, pretty pleased with themselves at that outcome. I’m not unstable. I know these old girls aren’t really telling me it’s too cold to be out in the paddock, but after a few years with these beauties, it’s kind of like you get to know what they’re thinking. Or maybe I am unstable.
“No worries.”
“Thanks. With the guests all coming in for their milking experience, I need as much help as I can get.”
“The guests are coming to watch today?” My stomach flips.
“Yeah, remember, milking this morning, then baking pies with Sally-May and horseback riding this afternoon.”
