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my mouth and groaned. I did it again. And again. And again.
    I could have been all day at the cock, but I slid my way down and sucked on his taint and licked a little at his hole. Did not care for the bitter lube that snuck in there, but I just used more saliva to both coat my tongue and wash it away. And all of a sudden I wanted in there. I mean, in. There . With my fingers still working inside him, I lifted my head.
    “I want to fuck you,” I whispered.
    He lifted his head, panting, and he looked at me.
    He was the one under me this time, all soft and pliant for me. Usually it's angry when I do the actual fucking. But I didn't want that with him. Not tonight.
    “I want to fuck you,” I said. “I want to fuck you, Travis.”
    He nodded, shutting his eyes. “Bathroom cupboard. Top shelf.”
    I waddled a little on the way to the john. My ass was really sore. While I was in the cupboard, I put a little Vaseline on the outer ring of muscle. I tried not to think about my ass, tried to focus on Travis's instead as I made my way back to the bed, condom in hand.
    He had been watching me and my waddle. “I did hurt you.”
    “Don't worry about it.” I knee-walked over to him and stroked his thigh. “Can I do you on your hands and knees?”
    What I wanted was to get a good hold on his ass. It was a little bit soft like his belly, and I had been thinking it would be nice to hold on to. I was scrawny and wiry, but Travis had a nice, plump ass. And oh yeah, it felt good in my hands.
    I rode him slow. Even without the tightness, I could tell from his body language that he didn't give his ass to just anybody. Which was a shame, because he was a good ride. I bucked into him in a sort of slow-mo version of the bronc riders at the rodeo, rolling my hips and thrusting my groin, rocking back and curving my body to compensate. I even held on to his ass cheek like a pommel and raised my other hand like a rider a few times because it was fun.
    Hot. Hot and slick and tight. Soft hot. Closed around me, sucking me in, taking me. I was not gonna be able to come, not a third time. Too tired, too sore. But I gave him a good hard ride, got him all ramped up. When I reached underneath him for that nice fat cock again, it was hard and leaking. I stroked it as I thrust, talking dirty again. “Oh yeah. Yeah. Yeah, baby. Like that. Oh yeah.” And it worked, because eventually he came all over my hand. He collapsed on the bed, and I rolled him over, spooning against his side. Then I kissed him, running my tongue along his jawline.
    He stilled me with a touch, then let his hand slide to the back of my neck, drawing me into his shoulder.
    “I want you to tell me,” he said quietly, “what you need from me so that we can do this again sooner than four months.” His fingers brushed my hairline. “Do you need it to be a secret? Is it that you want to be the instigator? Only on certain days?” His hand tightened, and I could feel his frustration. “Tell me there's something I can do or agree to.”
    I had seen this coming in my peripheral vision all night, I guess. It didn't bother me so much because even though I knew it was trouble, I wanted it too. I didn't want to date, which was what I'd been afraid he was gonna ask. But he was focused on the sex, which was fine. He was right. It saved a trip to Rapid City. And it was first-rate stuff, this. This could be fine, so long as we kept it to just sex.
    But there needed to be some rules.
    “I don't want any of the crew to know,” I said. “Not Tory. Not anybody. I don't advertise my sex life.” I stroked his clavicle. “And work is work. No fucking around while either of us is working.”
    “I can live with those terms.” He sounded relieved, like he was thrilled at the deal he was getting.
    “I ain't done. It don't have to be just me that starts it. And you can set it up while we're at work, if you're discreet. Ask me if I'm free in the evening or whatever. I'll figure out what you mean. And