Elliot

"It is hotter than the devil's taint today," I complained as I squatted next to a pile of mangled lumber.

Having lived most of my life away from southern Texas, I'd never really experienced monsoon season. The massive storms terrorized the coast, but when they came on land, they became storms that people still called monsoons. Even without the added power the storms got from the Gulf, they could be pretty potent.

From the destruction of the storms we'd had over the past couple of days, they weren't kidding. Apparently, it wasn't uncommon for at least some cleanup to be necessary as summer started creeping toward a close. Last night had been particularly brutal, and I'd wondered if the cabin would come down around Reno and me at one point. Thankfully, the only places with serious damage hadn't had anyone in them.

The same couldn't be said for some of the animal pens and barns. A dozen pigs had been lost, a handful of horses had been killed or injured, and apparently, they were still trying to wrangle the sheep that got loose after their pen was destroyed. I didn't envy whoever was put on sheep duty, the little shitheads were cute as hell, but they didn't have a brain cell between them. They had probably been terrified and booked it in whatever direction seemed safe, and it would probably be hell to get them back.

"That's a new one," Dom muttered beside me as he began lifting piles of wood that had been tied together. "I've heard about witches' tits."

"That's for the cold," Reno said from the other side of the pile, carefully extracting pieces that might be useable to remove the nails and screws. Mona hadn't seemed bothered by the destruction and immediately put half the workforce to cleaning up, trying to salvage what we could.

"Is it?" Dom wondered.

"Yeah. I don't know why a witch's tits are supposed to be cold, though," he said absently, pulling a long board out and looking it over. "Huh, this might work."

"Ah!" I snapped, jerking back. "Something moved."

"Don't let Mona see you acting like that," Reno warned before dragging the wood away to pry the nails from it.

Right, as if I'd needed more reasons to think Mona might actually be one of the scariest people ever to live. Not more than an hour before, we'd accidentally encountered a rattlesnake hiding in the collected debris pile. The damn thing had been pissed and intent on sending someone to the infirmary. Its chosen target had been Riley, and it would have had him, considering all of us were frozen in fear at the sight of it.

That was, except for Mona. I had never known it was possible for someone to be that fast, but Mona had snatched it out of the air when the snake had lunged to tag Riley with its fangs. Calmer than anyone holding a pissed-off snake at arm's length, she had someone get a bucket so she could get rid of the thing. My dad had always killed them whenever they got into our small backyard, but apparently, Mona had other plans for the reptile.

"It wasn't a snake," Dom said with a roll of his eyes. "Plus, you'd hear if it was another rattler."

"Well, sorry for being a little jumpy," I grumbled, squatting to start rooting around again. I'm not exactly willing to get bit."

"Why? You've been bitching nonstop."

"And how would that help me?"

"You get bit, they're going to send you to the clinic for the rest of the day."

Which for a moment was sorely tempting because the heat was more brutal than it had been previously. It turned out that having heavy storms for a few days did not cool everything down like I had hoped. Instead, it was intensely hot and humid, which meant even the shade wasn't worth a whole lot. So we were all left to bake in the sun and sweat our bits off.

"Tempting, but sitting on my ass while being treated for a snake bite sounds worse than getting heat stroke out here," I said with a sigh.

Being forced to sit around all day was probably the worst thing I could imagine. As a kid, it had been, well, not painful in the literal sense, but holy hell, it felt as close to pain as you could get. Thankfully, my adult years had some decline in that feeling, but it hadn't gone away. At least now I could dive into my thoughts or distract myself with hobbies like drawing.

Dom's voice was quiet when he spoke up. "So, what's up with him?"

"With who?" I asked, confused.

"Shh," he chided with a roll of his eyes. "I'm trying not to have a conversation with the whole ranch here."

"With who?" I asked, dropping my voice to a whisper as I tried to figure out what he was talking about.

"What, did you think I didn't notice that Reno is…well, I wouldn't say friendly. But he's not going around looking like he's waiting for an excuse to take someone's head off," he said. "Shit, he just had what amounted to a friendly conversation over drinks with me."

"What, because I live with the guy, I'm suddenly supposed to know everything that goes on in his head?"

"Live with, sleep with, eat with, work with, spend all your time with."

All incredibly valid points that I couldn't find a counterargument against. I mean, I knew why Reno was doing better, or at least had a strong suspicion. The thing was, I didn't think it would go well if I informed Dom that Reno was in a better mood because of me. That would just lead to the inevitable jokes that would get under my skin, and I'd probably get flustered and end up blurting out the truth.

I'd wanted to tell Dom what had been going on the past few months, more specifically, the past month and a half. It wasn't that I didn't trust Dom to keep a lid on anything I told him. I knew I could trust him with my secrets. It was just that if I told him, I wasn't so sure how Reno would take it. He was about as private as a person could get and wasn't all that fond of, well, anyone. Of course, that had changed with me, or at least I liked to think it had.

"The guy's getting better sleep," I said with a shrug, going with the truth without going into details. His dreams had petered off in the past couple of weeks, and while he grumbled and bitched if I stayed up with him when he was woken in the night, it seemed to have had a positive effect. "That's bound to make anyone a little less cranky."

"Well, yeah," he said, still watching me.

"And we're getting along better."

"That wouldn't really take a whole hell of a lot."

I laughed. "Okay, true. But we are getting along a lot better."

"So, what? No arguing and bickering?

"I said better, not perfect."

It was always hard to say precisely what was going on in Reno's head, but I liked to think he was starting to enjoy having me around. Not just because the sex continued to be mind-blowing but because I had managed to slip past his prickly exterior a little. He was still uncomfortable with the idea, something I understood, but didn't get his reasoning behind. I barely knew anything about Reno except the vague idea that his childhood had been shit. That he'd gone to prison over a violent crime he wouldn't elaborate on and that he loved his sister and late grandmother fiercely.

Oh, and the guy had self-worth issues that put mine to shame.

But it had to be said that if Dom noticed changes in Reno's behavior and attitude, something was clearly working. I liked to think our bickering nowadays was a little more like flirting, though with a lot more anger in our voices. Sometimes, I wondered if, deep down, he got off on the two of us antagonizing one another. It certainly hadn't stopped the moments where we screwed around, and it hadn't made him any less receptive to those nights when I tried to keep him company after his bad dreams.

"Jesus wept!" I moaned, standing up and yanking my shirt off. "Why does it have to be so hot!"

"Oh, there's an idea," Dom chuckled as I wiped my forehead with my shirt. "Expose your skin to the sun. That won't backfire at all."

"I'll just go get more sunblock," I said with a shrug, tossing my shirt onto the nearby fence. "I'm just tired of being soaked in sweat. I'm a living thing. I don't need to marinate in something sweaty."

Not that it was making me feel any better, but at least this way, when I was covered in sweat, I could feel the breeze. The downside was that I would end up smelling like the beach after I put more sunblock on. And any sweat would just be a magnet for all the dirt and dust in the air. I could only imagine the color of the water in the shower later.

"What is he doing?" Reno asked when he returned.

"Trying to mimic a tomato," Dom told him.

"I said I was going to put sunblock on."

"Yeah, and you're still here, digging through this shit instead of putting it on."

Reno scowled at me. "Go put sunblock on."

"I'm going to need help," I whined. "It's not like I can pretzel myself around to put it on my back and shoulders properly."

"So, ask someone to help."

"And who's going to help me? People get weird when I ask for shit like that."

"Can't imagine why," Reno said dryly.

"Because they're fucking idiots," Dom growled, glaring at Reno.

I had to laugh at his protectiveness. He was clearly taking Reno's comment to heart. If only he knew what went on behind closed doors. "Don't worry, Dom. He's not scared off by the big gay."

Reno shot me a pointed look that only wanted to make me laugh again, but I went with a shrug instead. It was often fun to make little nods toward what was going on between us without being blatantly obvious. He liked to act pissed off and irritated, but deep down, I suspected he enjoyed it. The guy was about as direct as it got when it came to sex, but that didn't mean he was immune or against a bit of teasing and flirting.

"Even when he tests it by trying to perv on me while I'm getting dressed," Reno said dryly, his eyes watching me intently. And if I wasn't losing my mind, I almost thought they were starting to dart over my bare torso.

"Eh, if you haven't already, you'd better get used to it," Dom said with a roll of his eyes, the tension bleeding out of his shoulders. "I don't know why he does it."

"I guess he thinks he's being funny," Reno said as if the bastard didn't know damn well why I ‘perved' on him when he was lurking around with barely any clothing on. The guy had shoulders and a back that drove me crazy every time I saw it, and it was hard to contain myself whenever his shirt lifted, and his pants sank just enough for me to see a flash of the dark red hair of his groin.

"Probably, he thinks he's being funny," Dom said with a huff.

"Go get some sunblock on," Reno told me, tearing his eyes away from me to pick through the pile.

"Fine, Dom, come help me since you're so comfortable in your sexuality," I said, grabbing his forearm.

"Like hell. You'll end up making it weird because you liking dick doesn't bother me," he grumbled, jabbing his thumb at Reno. "Ask that one. He's supposed to deal with your shit all the time."

"I like how everyone just assumes he's the one that's suffering constantly," I said.

Reno rolled his eyes. "I'll do it, come on. I think there's still some on one of the tables."

"Fine, let's get this over with," I said with a sigh I only partially meant. I had intended Dom to put it on because I could have easily relied on that ‘bro' wall between us to keep it from actually being weird. Not that it would be weird with Reno, but considering I had stupidly let my thoughts sink into the, uh…dirt, it was definitely going to be a little tense.

"Uh," I said as we reached the picnic tables to find a couple of guys taking a break. "Where'd all the sunblock go?"

"Seriously?" one of them asked with a laugh, blowing out a puff of smoke. "On a day like this? We've been burning through it faster than Rico's sister blows through boyfriends."

"Fuck off!" the guy beside him barked, but the laughter ruined his tough guy attempt.

"Right, well, other than the availability of his sister…" I began, earning more laughter from the guys and a shake of the head from Reno. "Where would we get more? Do we have to go to the clinic or something?"

"For sunblock? Just go to the storage shed," they said, waving in the general direction.

"Ugh. Seriously? Where's Leon?"

"For what?"

"The key, duh."

"Nah, man, the general use one. Ain't nothing locked up in that thing."

My mind blanked on what they were talking about, but Reno waved me on. "C'mon, I know where it is."

"Glad you know what you're doing," I muttered as we began to walk. I followed his lead between some buildings and realized we were heading back toward the cabins. "Wait, there's a general-use storage shed?"

"Yeah, where do you think people go to get, like, brooms and shit when they break?"

"I don't know. I had to go to Mona for the chair."

"Probably because she doesn't trust you to sign shit out properly."

"That's so rude!"

"Is she wrong?"

"Shut up."

His chuckle was smug, but it warmed me inside anyway. Reno still hadn't taken to showing his nicer side to people, but he had loosened up a lot in the past month. It was nice to hear something as simple as a chuckle when, before, it had just been grunts, growls, and swear words.

"You're already starting to get red," he said, and I felt a rough finger trail over my arm. "Didn't you put some on already?"

"Well, yeah, like everybody did earlier."

"Wait…you haven't put it on more than once?"

"Uh—"

"Jesus, Elliot. When you sweat, you get rid of the sunblock. You're supposed to put some on every hour or two, especially if you're sweating or going in water."

"Man, I'd kill to go swimming right now," I groaned, shielding my eyes.

"You're gonna kill yourself," he grumbled beside me as we reached what had to be the storage shed. There was a single door and one window at the front. It was positioned in the middle of four cabins. There was a small card table and a few fold-out chairs against one of the outer walls marked with stains and burn marks.

"I've never seen this before. What the hell?" I grumbled.

"Sit down," he said, pushing me into a fold-out chair and opening the shed.

"Love how he thinks I like it when he's bossy when we're wearing clothes instead of just when we're naked," I said to a faded and scratched smiley face sticker stuck to the table"s edge. "I do like it then, though, don't get me wrong."

He stepped out, and I had to squint up at him. "Who are you talking to?"

"Myself, because it's the only way I'm going to get any decent conversation in this place," I told him with a scowl.

"Are you pouting because you're being made to sit down?" he asked.

"No, I'm grumpy because you're mean."

"You've known that about me for weeks."

"Yeah, and occasionally, I get to have a nice grump session about it. That seems fair. You shouldn't get to have all the grump sessions."

"Turn around and lean over," he said in a tired voice.

"Yes, sir," I said mockingly as he opened the bottle. There was a wet sound when the sunblock hit my hot skin, and despite being in a cramped storage shed, it was still cool enough in comparison to get a surprised yelp out of me. "Hey!"

"There, there," he cooed in a mockingly kind voice. "I'm so sorry."

"You are not, jerk," I muttered as he spread the stuff over my shoulders and down my back.

To his credit, his touch was neither sexual nor sensual. He was just being slow and careful to work the lotion into my skin with probably a thicker layer than needed. That didn't change the fact that my body was hyper-aware of the fact that someone I not only considered incredibly sexually attractive but knew found me sexually attractive, was touching me. Just the feel of his fingertips on my skin, lightly massaging protesting muscles and working their way lower, was bringing those dirty thoughts from earlier back.

"Gonna do my front too?" I asked, clearing my throat roughly. "Since you don't even trust me to do my shoulders."

"You asked for this, remember?"

"Actually, Dom made you do it because he's a big baby."

"Or because he's afraid you'd make it awkward, which is fair. Now stand up, and I'll do the front."

"Promise?" I asked as I stood up to face him.

Despite the sun"s brightness, the pupils of his eyes were swollen as he applied lotion to his hands. "See? You couldn't help yourself?"

"Everyone is somewhere else on the ranch right now," I reminded him, still keeping my voice low. "So if I want to flirt with you, I will. It's nice to be able to do it somewhere other than the cabin."

"You call that flirting?" he asked with a snort. "I've heard better."

Funnily enough, my pointing out that we were alone and isolated affected me. However, from the way his fingers kept lingering as they applied lotion to my front and arms, I guessed he was having his own thoughts. I might even be willing to bet that if I reached down and did a little searching, I would find that a part of him was starting to wake up. Neither of us was a teenager anymore, but from what I'd witnessed, it didn't take much to get him at least half hard.

"God, high school must have been horrible for you," I said suddenly.

His fingers stopped, and he looked up at me quizzically. "I mean, all the fighting and shit grades before dropping out wasn't great, no…where the fuck did that come from?"

"Random boners."

"Random…ugh, why were you thinking about random boners?"

"Well, I mean, I'm going to be twenty-six in a few months, and you're like…uh, how old are you?"

"Twenty-seven."

"Nice, love me a daddy."

"Jesus fucking?—"

"Anyway. I still kinda get random boners, but nothing like when I was a teenager, which, you know, expected."

"Uh-huh," he said, resuming his lotion application. This time with less care and more with the air of someone just trying to get through the task.

"And I was thinking about how big you are?—"

"Of course, you were thinking about my dick."

"Damn right, it's a damn good dick, and you know how to make me forget how to speak with it, so it's hard not to think about…and makes me hard thinking about it," I said with a glance at where my pants were starting to get a little tight. "Anyway. I don't know when your dick started growing, but with a dick like yours, that had to be hell to hide whenever the random boners struck."

"I'm not sure how I should respond to that," he said as he reached my stomach.

"You could tell me you're happy I'm thinking about your really nice dick, and then tell me the truth."

"Are those two things separate?"

"What?"

"Like, if I tell you I'm happy you're thinking about my dick, that's a lie, and then I tell you the truth about my random boners in high school?"

"Well, I hope it's not a lie."

"Well," he said, fingers dropping even lower. "I don't know if my boners were any worse than anyone else's. I learned how to conceal it like I'm sure a lot of guys did."

"Ah yes, the good ol' in the waistband trick. Still, hope you wore loose shirts, or someone would notice it peeking."

"I wore baggy shirts, yeah."

"Good call."

"And," he said, and I stopped as his fingers slid below the waistband of my pants and underwear, "it does make me happy you're standing here thinking about my dick. Not in the way I would've chosen, but I've learned not to expect normal from you."

"And you said I was bad at flirting."

"Oh? How's this?"

‘This' was his hand sliding down until he found the base of my cock, giving it a few strokes with his slick fingers. If I wasn't hard before, I was now as I felt him wrap his fingers around me. The waistband of my jeans was biting into my skin from his thick wrist, stretching it, but I didn't care.

"That is a very nice kind of flirting," I admitted, sucking in a slow breath.

"I noticed you put on one of your goddamn jockstraps when you were getting dressed earlier," he told me in a low growl, still stroking me slowly.

"I always got the feeling you liked those ‘goddamn' jockstraps," I told him.

"First time I ever saw you in one was right before we got in trouble when you insisted on taking a shower outside," he said, loosening his grip on my dick, much to my disappointment. "I was so mad at you that day."

"You're always mad at me," I told him, leaning a little closer and pausing when his hand pulled out of my pants. "Tease."

"Yeah, you still irritate the shit out of me," he admitted with a smirk. "But that day, I was extra mad at you. Because I wanted to just be mad at you. Then you had to go and prance around in that fucking underwear. I wanted to rip them off you and bend you over right then and there."

"I…had no idea," I admitted.

I'd never thought much about when he started getting attracted to me. I had more or less figured it began around the same time it had with me. Then again, I had a hard time assessing when my feelings had started. I'd fought my attraction to him tooth and nail, that was until the day we finally snapped and took our fists to each other.

I still didn't know what it said about us that we'd suddenly woken up to our attractions while beating the shit out of each other. We'd brawled for several minutes straight, causing each other pain, though thankfully, no lasting injuries. By the end, we were on the ground, covered in sweat, dirt, and blood, with him on top of me, trying to get me to relent and stop.

Uh, thinking of it that way made a lot more sense of how we'd ended up fucking.

"And that's what I've been thinking about since then," he told me, shoving his hand down the back of my pants and grabbing one half of my ass in a tight grip. "How I didn't do anything that day. And how much I wanted to fuck you while you were wearing one of those things. Yet it never quite happened."

"I mean, there's always today," I said, flinching in surprise when his finger slipped into the crack of my ass. It had been too smooth, and I realized he still had lotion on his finger. "Uh, Reno?"

My breath caught when I felt the tip of his finger slide into me. For a moment, I expected an intense burn, but…there was nothing. It definitely didn't compare to the ache that filled me whenever we were a little too impatient to get to the main show, and he shoved his cock into me. Apparently, there was less fragrance in the lotion than I thought.

"There," he sighed as he felt me relax, tilting his hand to shove all his fingers into me. He wasted no time, wiggling his fingers around, finding the bundle of nerves that forced a faint whimper out of me. "See, that's how I've been feeling. All fucking day as I watched you, trying not to stare at your ass. I swear sometimes I could see the fucking straps of your underwear, and I'd have to find some way to cover my dick up."

"Reno," I pleaded softly. "C'mon. Don't do this to me. We still have hours."

"Why not? You've been doing it to me all day."

"Not on purpose!"

"True," he said, drawing my attention to his pants as he reached into his waistband. He managed to swivel his cock around so it was stuck in the band, practically staring up at me. And yeah, if he had reached full size in high school like every other guy, he would have definitely needed to wear a baggy shirt. "I've been like this half the day."

"I'd say I'm sorry," I said in a soft voice, watching the tip shimmer in the light as he continued to finger my ass. "But goddamn, I love it."

"Good," he said roughly, pulling his finger out and grabbing me by the arm.

"What are you…" I grunted, but he all but dragged me into the storage shed. "Are you crazy?"

He pushed me against the door and then shoved at my shoulders. "On your knees."

God, he was crazy, but that must have meant I was crazy too, because I obeyed immediately. I wasn't always submissive, but something about the way he growled, snarled, and barked orders always sent a shock of pleasure through me. The more he bossed me around, the more he manhandled and ‘forced' me to do what he wanted, the more fun we seemed to have.

Dropping to my knees, I wasted no time unbuckling his pants and yanking his underwear down, forcing his cock to bob in front of me. Gripping the base firmly, I brought it to my lips and sucked him down, sensing his eagerness to get started. The only thing that was probably going to spare me from having a horribly sore ass for a couple of days was we were still technically capable of being overheard if someone wandered by. I was still going to be sore, but the idea of getting caught would keep us both in check.

I hoped.

I'd barely managed to get him into my throat a few times before he grabbed the back of my head, just like I figured he would. There was a sharp bite of pain as his fingers pulled my hair, which was finally long enough to hold. If Reno weren't using my hair for grip or leverage, he'd use my throat or chin.

I leaned back as far as he let me as he began to thrust. At first, he was careful, checking how far I had loosened up. The last thing we needed was for me to be unprepared, and then we'd both end up having my lunch all over the place, which was…not sexy.

What was sexy, however, was the feel of his cock, thick and heavy, as it slid over my tongue and down into my throat. After having spent the first few months of my sexual history experiencing an annoying gag reflex, I'd set out to get rid of it. That proved to be mostly annoying, involving a toy for ages, but once I got the hang of it, I never had to worry about it returning.

So now I could kneel there, gripping his ass and feeling it flex as he worked up more speed. I didn't know if he'd never been able to do this with someone else or if he especially enjoyed it. Either way, there was no question about whether or not he enjoyed using my mouth and throat without worrying.

The best part was it meant I was quiet, and I could hear the sharp exhale of his breathing and the low grunts whenever he buried himself completely. Sometimes he stopped, shoving his dick so far into me his hair tickled my nose before slowly pulling out.

Reno had never outright said it, but this wasn't the first time he fucked my face vigorously, only to then start taking his time on the pull-out. I thought he just liked the sight of his cock sliding slowly back into view before shoving it back in, knowing I could take it. Not that I blamed him. If we could, I would have found a way to film it from his angle and see it myself.

"Going to come down my throat again?" I asked him, closing my lips over the head to suck on it gently. Doing anything soft or slow wasn't usually his thing, but I knew it drove him crazy when I did it. It also didn't hurt that I kept my eyes locked on his, watching every expression as it passed over his face while also knowing that maintaining eye contact, whether it was while his dick was in my ass or my mouth, was a quick way to fire him off.

"No," he said roughly, using my hair to make me get to my feet.

"Rough," I grumbled. "And if you think you're fucking me with the fucking lotion, then you're crazy. I'm not a horny teenager who doesn't know any better any…" I stopped when he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a much smaller bottle of lube than the one we'd been using. "I mean…okay, I'm officially down. But where the hell?—"

"They've got all sizes of bottles at the clinic," he told me. "Now get those pants down…keep the jockstrap on."

"Yes, yes," I said with a chuckle, letting my pants drop to my ankles. I could have removed them, but that would mean fighting with my boots. One advantage to wearing a jockstrap was I would only have to struggle with my pants if we needed to get covered up quickly.

"C'mere," he growled, yanking me further into the storage shed and past the rows of shelves. From here, it would be really hard to see what was happening if someone walked in and would give us time. At the same time, there was also a table where he wasted zero time forcefully bending me over.

"God, I fucking love when you manhandle me," I groaned as he pushed two fingers inside me. I'd honestly expected him to go straight for his dick, but I wasn't going to complain if he was going to make things a little easier for me. Not that I didn't enjoy it when he was so impatient he couldn't wait to shove it into me, but a couple of days afterward was always payback for the fun.

"And I like it when you talk less," he said, adding a third finger and drawing a low groan from me. I needed to be quiet, but that didn't mean I would be silent. He knew that about me, of course, which was typically why he went out of his way to gag me or at least shove my face into a pillow. "But I don't mind that too much."

"Good to know," I said and then gasped when I felt his fingers quickly replaced by something much thicker.

He slid into me much easier than he did without any preparation and without as much of that burn that always held my attention for the first couple of minutes. Now, it was just enough to savor the feeling instead of breathing my way through it. Reno had once asked me why I let him go in with little prep sometimes when it clearly hurt and for days after, but I didn't have an explanation. The pain was worth it for the thrill, for the pleasure, for the sound of him groaning as he sank into me and claimed me.

"Fuck," he breathed through clenched teeth when he sank the last inch. The feeling of him inside of me was without compare. I was tight enough that with him staying still, I could feel him throbbing. Reno could be a real bastard sometimes, but at moments like this, there was no questioning that he wanted it.

"C'mon," I groaned as quietly as I could. "We can't waste any time. Someone's going to come looking for us."

"You just want me to fuck you."

"Well, duh."

And fuck me, he did. If I'd had the brain cells, I would have been glad we were in such an isolated spot on the ranch. Even if I was able to keep myself muffled by shoving my fist into my mouth, it was hard to cover the sharp sound of his hips meeting my ass.

One hand gripped my side, while another gripped the waistband of the jockstrap. He was clearly enjoying himself as he yanked me back into each of his thrusts, forcing a soft whimper out of me. My dick bobbed and jerked beneath me, as hard as he was as he fucked me. Sweat broke out easily in the stuffy confines of the storage shed, and I could feel it dripping onto my ass and back from his body.

His breathing grew harsh and shallow, and I knew he was trying to keep control. The problem was I didn't want to hold back. I didn't want him to hold back. I'd yet to get tired of hearing, seeing, and feeling him when he came, and that went triple when it involved him coming inside me.

I looked over my shoulder, pulling my fist from my mouth. "C'mon Reno, I'm almost there. Come in me. I want to come in your mouth again."

I knew he was technically versatile, but other than sharing blowjobs, I hadn't got to see it in action. However, I knew he loved it when he got me off with his mouth, though not nearly as much as he did when he fucked me into an orgasm. That last one, however, would have to wait. I would need at least a few more minutes, and from the sounds of his breathing, we didn't have a few minutes.

His grip on my hip tightened, nails digging into my skin as he gave a harsh groan. With an even harsher thrust, he buried himself inside me so hard it moved me along the table. My breath shook as I felt his cock jerk, filling me with a warmth that was a lot more than just his cum. His hips quivered as he continued to hold himself as tightly against me as he could, keeping his load as deep as possible before he let out a shaky breath and eased off.

When he pulled out, I ignored the feeling of emptiness that came with that and turned, hopping up onto the table. Before I could wrap my hand around myself, he bent forward, taking hold of the base and taking me into his mouth. I should have expected it, but the sudden sensation made me gasp loudly in surprise, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck.

I trusted he knew what he was doing, and Reno was not one to disappoint. While he wasn't as immune to gagging as I was, he certainly made up for it in enthusiasm and skill. My whole body was alight with pleasure and anticipation, and watching my cock disappear into his mouth while he bobbed vigorously was always a treat.

Once upon a time, I might have thought Reno would be the type of lover who had no problem going all out when it came to fucking, but would be reluctant when it came to anything else. It turned out the man had a lot of weird self-consciousness about his body before we'd slept together, but all that had gone out the window from the first fuck. It didn't matter what he was doing with me sexually, he approached it without hesitation and with plenty of enthusiasm.

"Fuck, Reno, I'm going…I'm gonna…" I began, gasping heavily, trying to keep myself from crying out. The first time he'd done it, I thought he would be the type to veer away from letting a guy come in his mouth. And again, I had been surprised when, instead, he made sure to get every last drop, and since then, I'd never tried to warn him off. "Fuck!"

Once again, at the first pulse of my dick, he pulled back to let it fill his mouth before shoving forward, taking me to the hilt. It never failed to drive me crazy, my already oversensitive body screaming at the sudden rush of pleasure in the heat of his mouth. At least this time, I had the sense to shove my knuckles into my mouth as I pumped the rest into his throat.

Panting, covered in sweat, floating somewhere above cloud nine, I fell back onto the table and stared at the dirty ceiling. That type of sex had less build-up than others and hadn't blown my brain cells to the moon, but that didn't mean I didn't still feel light and free for a little while.

"Get up," he told me roughly, slapping my ass from the side. "I need some water."

I sat up with a smirk. "Trying to get the taste of me out of your mouth?"

"No," he said, his lips curling in a smile. "But I just did most of the work for both of us, and I sweat like a pig."

I kissed those curving lips because, God damn, sometimes it was impossible not to. Seeing him smile, knowing I was partially responsible for the expression, was enough to weaken and push me forward. To be fair, he didn't pull away and, in fact, leaned into the kiss, letting me enjoy it for a while. I noticed the way his hands hung at his side as if drained of vitality from his orgasm. I tried not to let my mind obsess about that too much and instead focused on the fact that he was at least returning the kiss, not reluctantly.

"C'mon," he said with a shake of his head. "Like you said, they're going to start looking, and if you keep sitting there, you're going to leave a mess on the table."

"Your mess, you mean," I told him, nudging him back so I could drop off the table and hike my pants up.

"Yes, well, don't leave DNA evidence behind."

"Pretty sure they're not going to DNA test some random cum someone found. I think in a place like this, they'd run out of money doing that. If most of the guys here aren't constantly jerking off, then I'm a virgin."

"And we know that's not true," he said, slapping my ass slightly more roughly than was called for.

"Ow!" I hissed as I buttoned my pants. "That was rude…and hurt."

"I figured," he said, walking toward the door. "Now, let's get back to work. Maybe now I'll be able to focus."

I was chuckling until he opened the door, and directly across from us, leaning against the back of one of the cabins, thick arms crossed over his chest, was Dom.

"Or maybe not," Reno said.