Page 13 of Stirring Up Trouble (Saddle Up #1)

Eleven

Robin

May had given me an exceptional ride. She'd been fast from the shoot, taking off like her life depended on it. It gave us an advantage no one else could beat.

I had enough experience working with animals to get the calf tied down as quickly and easily as possible, which was a big plus. I didn't want to hurt the precious animal. There were always risks that came with riding in the rodeo.

Animals could get hurt by accident. Some of the riders in the events might even intentionally hurt the animals. Not everyone had a kind heart. Some didn’t have it around people.

Still, knowing that we took the top spot was shocking.

What was even more shocking was how happy people were for me. There was no competitive edge or animosity after my ride. They all also managed to keep their distance when I made my way back.

It was like I had this shield around me.

I figured part of it had to do with May. Her temperament was well-known. I'd had more than one person tell me it wasn't a good idea to ride her.

The other part had to do with the man who'd been waiting on me.

Blaze was smiling proudly at our arrival. He didn't come towards us, just stood there watching our journey back to him. It made me feel safe. Made me feel proud of what we’d accomplished.

After we got May settled, he practically dragged me to his office. The door barely shut behind us before I was pressed against it.

“What are you—” I groaned, unable to finish my sentence as he palmed my cock over my jeans.

“I'm doing exactly what I promised, baby,” he said, his voice practically a growl.

In a flash, he had me stripped from the waist down. I had to blink a few times because it felt like some weird magic act. I'd have to make the joke later when I wasn't so horny.

My cock had hardened in the time it took for him to get me free. Blaze wasted no time dropping to his knees and licking the head. His tongue circled my crown as if he couldn't wait to taste me, but also like he wanted to savor it. It was slow and methodical. An exploration, if you will.

“Daddy,” I begged.

“Need to taste you. Need you to come.” His words came out thickly as he stared at my cock with adoration. It was like he was talking directly to the damn thing.

My fingers went to touch his hair, but I stopped. He'd ditched his cowboy hat the second we made it into the room. And while his short hair begged for my attention, I knew better than to touch without permission after getting a lesson in hair etiquette from a friend during vet school.

Really it was more a rant after some asshole grabbed her hair and asked her if it was real. Thankfully, she punched the guy before informing him to never do so again.

I placed my hand on Blaze’s shoulder, my grip tight. “Daddy, I need you.”

He shivered at my words, finally looking up at me. “You want to touch me, then touch me. My head, my neck, anywhere. It's all yours.”

Him giving me full permission was all I needed.

My hands moved over his head, rubbing along his hair and pushing him forward. It was more brazen than I intended. Something about him in this position made me feel powerful beyond compare.

And I hadn't had my cock sucked in far too long. The need was massive.

Blaze, the man who had me in stitches, who made me want things I didn't even really understand, wanted to do this with me. How could I not be eager?

Feeling the pressure on the back of his head, Daddy opened his mouth and allowed my cock to slide along his tongue. He didn't stop me as my hips tilted forward, easing inside of him.

While gagging could be sexy, it wasn't what I had in mind for us. I was careful not to go too fast or too hard. At least I tried not to.

The man on his knees wasn't going to let me lead him. Not even if he looked to be the one submitting.

He pulled back, then leveled his eyes at me again. “I'm going to drain those balls, baby, and you're going to let me have it all. I'll go as hard and as fast as I want. Don’t worry none about hurting me. I can take it. It's your reward for doing so good on your ride.”

My body sank against the door as my head went back with a thud. For a second, I wondered where my own cowboy hat had gone to. I hadn't even realized it was missing until that moment. I'd been too wrapped up in Blaze and us.

The thought was quickly pushed away when his warm, wet mouth surrounded me again. He opened his jaw wide and took me all the way to the base until his nose was buried in the patch of hair there.

He inhaled deeply, then swallowed.

“Fuck!” I shouted loudly as I curled forward, hands on his shoulders as I tried to steady myself.

“It's too good. I won't last long.”

He hummed, then pulled back. I thought he might stop to respond to me, maybe encourage me to hold out.

Instead, he went after me like he was trying to suck my soul from my body. His tongue lavished me and his cheeks hollowed out.

With each pull back, he sucked hard. Every time he moved forward, he pressed until I hit the back of his throat. Tears streamed down the side of his face at his efforts. I wiped them away, somehow more aroused.

His eyes moved up to meet mine, and I could see in them how much he was enjoying himself. I could also see how much power he still held over the situation.

The man was pleased with himself, his eyes almost smirking at me.

I couldn't form words, couldn't tell him how amazing he felt or how I wanted to do this for the rest of my life. How he was better than any other person I'd ever been with.

It was stuck in my throat. The pleasure too great for me to push past.

When I came it was with a cry so loud I knew they had to hear it out in the arena. I didn't care though. I wanted Daddy to understand what he had done to me. I needed him to know how broken up I was from the power of his attention.

The man at my feet didn't pull away.

Instead, he pulled back, keeping only the crown in his mouth as his hand pumped every drop from me. He slurped it down, then opened his mouth to show me it was empty before he smiled devilishly.

“You taste delicious,” he said.

I shook my head as I leaned against the door for support. My body had lost the ability to hold itself up. If it weren't for his hands at my hips, I would have slid down to the floor.

When I didn't say anything else, he slowly stood, his hands keeping me in place.

After reaching his full height, he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Seems you’re speechless after all that. I didn't know that a blowjob could render someone mute.”

I sputtered for a moment, then smacked his chest. “It can when it's like that. Plus, it's been a while for me okay. I'm short-circuiting.”

Blaze quirked a brow. “Been a while? As in how long?”

I rubbed a hand on the back of my neck.

“We don't have to talk about it.” He was giving me an out.

“I just haven't had anything like that in months, and nothing nearly like what you just gave me. Where did you learn to suck cock like that? I thought you were straight.”

Blaze pulled back when I bent over to tug my pants up. He leaned against his desk, watching me fix myself up before he answered.

“No one taught me anything. I have a dick, and I've had it sucked plenty in the past. I know what feels good so I just did what I thought you might like. Besides, your noises were a clear indicator of what was and wasn't working.”

“My noises?” I questioned.

He motioned me over with two fingers as he spread his legs. I moved into the space, unable to be away from him any longer.

“Yeah, baby. Your little squeaks and whimpers told me all I needed to know. ,You directed everything with your voice. Even though I was the one in charge you took control in your own way.”

I nodded, then let myself sink into him. He wrapped me in his arms, and we stood there for several minutes.

I didn't want to go back out into the arena. Didn't want to have to go back to handling all the stuff that needed to be managed or talking with others.

All I wanted was Blaze Anders. My Daddy.

When he went to push me to stand, I whined. He chuckled.

“Baby, we have to get out there. Work needs to be done, and as much as I would love to pack it all up and go home with you right now, we can’t.”

I pouted but agreed with him. “Let's go. I'm sure someone needs us.”

He pulled me in for a quick kiss, then did a once-over of my outfit as if to ensure I was put back together.

“Does it look like I just had an orgasm?” I asked him.

He grinned. “Yeah, it does.”

I gasped. “How dare you? I don't want people to know that.”

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and turned us towards the door. When he opened it, and we made our way through, he shook his head.

“Baby, everyone is going to know that you're mine before this rodeo is over. I am not going to risk them thinking they have a chance with you, nor am I going to be able to keep my hands off of you now. It's not an option. You need to get real comfortable with some PDA.”

I blushed at his words.

“Comfortable with PDA, huh?” I asked as we made our way back to where the rest of the events were.

He hummed as his eyes scanned across the space. I wasn't sure what he was looking for. For some reason that really upset me. I wanted him to be thinking of me. Especially after what we'd just done.

I used the arm wrapped around his waist to pull him to a halt. He glanced over at me, a curious look on his face.

I enclosed both arms around him, then tilted my head and puckered my lips. He laughed but gave me a kiss anyway.

It was as if the stadium went silent. At first, I thought it was us being caught up in the moment. Like maybe I’d gotten lost in his kiss.

When we pulled apart, I could see several people watching. Their eyes were wide, and their jaws hung open. A few even had phones out like they needed to capture this moment.

“Is this going to cause you trouble?” I asked Blaze.

He shook his head. “Not any more trouble than I already have. Besides, if they're biphobic, they shouldn't be here anyway.”

“I like the sound of that,” I told him.

“Good, because I intend for us to run this thing for many years to come. It would do well for them to understand how important you are to me. They can either get on board or get lost.”

As we continued on our journey all I could think about were the words he just spoke. For several years to come.

Did that mean he wanted me to stay with him on the Anders Ranch? Did he expect me to give up my life where I was now?

He couldn't pack up his land and animals, but I also couldn't just pack up my practice.

What the hell was I supposed to do?

I'd found someone amazing who I wanted to spend time with, but would distance be the thing to stop us before we ever got started?