Sugar Daddies (9 page)

I dropped to the ground back at the yard, legs like jelly as I hitched Samson
back up to the rail. I loosened his saddle and took it down, and took off his bridle, hosing him down with a flash of cool water in the morning sun as he munched on his breakfast.

I was about to turn him out into the field when my mobile started up in my pocket.

Unusual.

People rarely call me in the mornings.

I pulled it out, and the screen flashed a name I really didn’t want to see:

Sperm Donor.

Fucking hell.

The dread engulfed me. The same dread I’d been feeling at the sound of his name since I was ten years old and couldn’t choose to ignore the shit out of him. The murky soup of feelings I couldn’t explain, didn’t want to explain.

Didn’t want to begin to make sense of.

Ain’t nobody got time for
issues
like that.

What the fuck could the sperm donor possibly want at nine a.m. on a Sunday morning?

My finger hovered over answer, until I decided I couldn’t give a shit what he could possibly want at nine a.m. on a Sunday morning.

I let him go to voicemail.

Fuck him.

“So much for that, then. At least you got a fuck out of it.” I shot Rick a scowl. “Better than a fucking hand job. I told you this shit was a waste of time.”

Rick’s smile didn’t ease up any. “She’s coming back.”

“Sure she is. This year, next year, sometime never.” I went through to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, letting out the first stream of morning piss with my cock still at half-mast. Rick always gets the fucking pussy first.

He appeared in the doorway, and I saw his eyes twinkling in the mirror. “She’s still keen. She said so.”

“You saw her leave, then? Didn’t think to tell her she could stay around and earn the rest of her cash?”

“She went to sort out her horse. Early morning stable stuff.”

I rolled my eyes. “Great.”

“You can hardly say anything, you’re the biggest fucking morning person I know.”

“I
have
to be a morning person.”

He smirked. “You like her, too. I know you like her. It’s alright, you know. You can let your asshole crown slip just a little.”

“We don’t know her,” I said, and I meant it. We didn’t know her. Didn’t know shit about her. Not besides the fact that she’s a pretty girl who likes horses. And Rick’s cock.

He stroked himself in the doorway and it was obvious why everyone likes Rick’s cock so much. “Should have insisted on at least a blowjob before she ran off.”

“Your turn next,” he said. “Keep it fair.”

“I don’t think she’s interested in my turn.”

“Bullshit.” He laughed. “You’re always like this.”

“
It’s
always like this. You getting carried away, loving everyone the minute they step through the door, bedding them and giving them the fucking spiel and then giving
me
the big surprise act
when things go tits up a few months later.”

“Not this time, this time it’s different. She’s different.”

I could feel myself scowling, held myself back. “Let’s tell her what the deal is, then. If she’s so different.”

“Don’t start.” He stopped stroking himself and shot me a look.

“I’m being serious, Rick.”

“So am I. Don’t fucking start,” he said. He pushed me from the toilet bowl once I’d finished my piss and sat himself down. I finished brushing my teeth, smiling at the hisses and splutters his ass was making.

“Nice.”

“You tore me a fucking new one last night.”

“And it worked. Little Miss Horsey came running, did she not?”

“Yeah, it worked.”

I ruffled his hair. “You fucking loved it.”

“Didn’t say I didn’t.” He smiled at me, and there were those fucking puppy dog eyes again. “I really like her.”

“Here we go…”

“I do.”

I rinsed my mouth. “You always really like them.”

“Not like this. She’s funny, and she’s nice. She’s really kind, you can tell, she’s got a nice energy. She feels…”

“Tight?” I smirked. “Nice tight snatch, has she?”

“That isn’t what this is about.”

“But she has?”

He grinned. “Yeah, she has.”

“I should hope so. We’re paying her enough.”

I leaned against the sink as he wiped his sorry ass. “You don’t even mean it. You just say it for something to moan about.”

He had me there. “Let’s just see if she
turns up again before you go professing your undying devotion, shall we?”

I walked away to dress, pulling on a t-shirt while he watched.

“
You
have my undying devotion, Carl.”

“I should hope so.” I grabbed some jeans from my wardrobe.

“You know you do,” he said. “I love you.”

Fucking Rick and his blurts of affection. “Thanks.”

He flushed the toilet. “And that’s it, is it?” He washed his hands. “
Thanks
?”

“Thanks. Very much?” I buttoned up my jeans.

He propped himself in the doorway, and his body was incredible in the morning light. His cock was thick and perfectly proportioned, the glint of silver in the end demanding my eye. “And…?”

“And what?”

“Are you going to say it?”

I feigned ignorance. “Say what?”

“You know what. You never fucking say it.”

I sat on the edge of the bed, admiring the view. “Surely Little Miss Horsey hasn’t got you running insecure? I barely even touched her.”

“This isn’t about her,” he said. “It’s about us.”

I pulled a face. “Jesus Christ.”

“I’m being serious, Carl. Can’t you just fucking say it?”

“I love your tight little asshole, Richard. I love it very much.”

“Fine.” His eyes darkened, and his shoulders turned rigid, his movements jerky as he pulled his clothes from his chest of drawers.

I laughed. “Sensitive this morning.”

“Just… whatever, Carl.”

He pulled on some boxers and I rolled my eyes at his back. “Seriously. You know I don’t need to spell this shit out. We’re not five, Rick. What do you want? Little love hearts and flowery kisses?”

“Whatever.”

“Christ, Rick, what’s this even about?”

He folded his arms and faced me, and his gaze was firm. “Why can’t you say it?”

“I can,” I scoffed. “I’m just not so… gushy.”

“You can’t,” he said. “It makes you uncomfortable, doesn’t it?”

I didn’t answer.

“Is it because I’m a guy? I thought you were over all that?”

My words came out harsh. “I
am
over all that. I’ve
long
been over all that. Fucking hell, Rick, that lasted a fucking week, at best.”

“What, then?”

I scowled at him. “Like I said, I’m just not so extravagant with my words. What difference does it make? I’m here. You know exactly how things are.”

“Maybe I want to hear it. You always want it straight up from everyone else. Why can’t you say it?”

“That isn’t even vaguely the same thing.” I got to my feet. “That’s a ridiculous parallel.” A dark strip of lace peeped from under the covers. I pulled it out. Katie’s knickers. Without thought, I held them to my nose. Breathed her in.
Nice.

“I just want to know. It’s good to hear sometimes.” He sighed. “Unless you don’t.”

I ran the gusset between my fingers. “Unless I don’t what?”

“Feel like that.”

“Like what?” The lace was fine, and the scent of her was glorious.

Rick slapped the chest of drawers, uncharacteristically irritable. “Just forget it.”

“And you’re going to be all hissy now, are you?”

He shrugged and he was walking away. Rick never walks away.

It made me lose my shit.

I grabbed him by the elbow and his eyes were wide as I pulled him back. He slammed into the wall with a thud and I pinned him, my shoulder pressed to his as I pulled down his boxers. And I said it. Even though the words made me icky to my stomach, exposed and uncomfortable and highly fucking awkward, I said it.

“I love you.”

His cock was hard against my thigh. “Say it again.”

I took his cock in my hand, wrapped the lace of Katie’s frilly knickers around him. He groaned as I worked his shaft. “Don’t fucking want much, do you?” I squeezed until he groaned. “I love you, Rick. Since you fucking insist on hearing it. I love you, I love you, I fucking love you. Hearts and roses and soppy fucking kisses. Is that what you want, Rick? You want to hear me make a fucking sap of myself? Is that what makes you fucking hard, pretty boy?”

“Fuck, Carl.
Fuck
.”

His fingers were at my jeans, and I was relieved. My balls were tight and hot, the scent of sweet pussy lingering on my tongue. His hand wrapped around me, and he jerked me hard. Fast. Ramping up the pace until I grunted in his ear.

He pulled me to him, pressed his cock against mine, and I groaned as the ridges of his piercings pressed into my shaft.

“Fuck…”

He groaned for me, then threaded Katie’s little knickers between our thrusting fucking meat. “Gonna fuck her. Both of us. I know you want it…”

I thought of the pink little bud of her. Her shaven slit. “Of course I fucking want it…”

“Gonna fucking stretch that cunt, Carl. You want it as much as me. Gonna be so fucking tight in there, Carl. So fucking tight.”

“Fuck, Rick…” The rhythm was relentless, hips and dick and fingers.

He licked my lips and I sucked his tongue. Then pinched, the barbell hard against my teeth. He groaned and it was wet. I didn’t let him go, and he wriggled and squirmed.

I pressed harder against him, bucking harder.

His hands gripped my ass, held me to him, and there were no fingers, just cocks, cocks and grinding fucking flesh.

I let his tongue go free and he pressed his head
to the wall, closed his eyes. “Gonna open her up for you, Carl. Gonna make her nice and wide. I know what you need.”

“Fuck…” I hissed.

“Gonna make her take it, make her beg… open her up until you’re all the way inside, Carl. Oh, fuck, she’s gonna be so fucking tight. Such a tight little fucking snatch.”

“I want to… I want…”

“I know,” he breathed. “Gonna fill her up, Carl. Fill her right fucking up.”

And I was coming, spurting and hissing and shooting my load all over his fucking belly. All over mine.

“Yes…” he hissed, and he was coming too. I felt the jerk of him, the frantic judder of his dick against mine.

I caught my breath against his shoulder, and he laughed.

“Wasn’t so fucking hard, was it?” he said. “Three little words.” He took a deep breath. “Say it again.”

“Now you’re pushing your fucking luck,” I said.