Boxed Set: Innocent Immigrant by Jax Lusty Page A

Maraea?”
    I nodded, my breath hitching in the hope that Griff was thinking the same thing as I.
    “Into the barn, now.”
    I was so hard it was almost too painful to walk. I entered the barn via the stables, where Mike was rubbing down Apollo, Griff’s horse. “Good work, Mike,” I said, doing my best to keep my voice steady. “We won’t need a saddle horse again today. Can you take Apollo to the river paddock, and then go to the flats and help with the fencing?”
    “Sure, boss.”
    I waited as he led the horse away, knowing Griff and I would be alone for some time. Two other men who worked on the farm were down fencing off a piece of land we’d cleared of scrub this winter for pasture. There was enough work there for three men until sundown, at least.
    Griff whistled to me as I passed one of the stalls, and I found him inside, leaning against a wall. When I joined him, he pointed to the wrought iron hay rack. “Why don’t you bend over and take a good hold of that rack, and I’ll see what I can do about that hard cock of yours?”
    I reached for my belt.
    “Leave it. I’m taking care of you.”
    I bent and gripped the top rail, the hay that sat in the rack tickling my knuckles.
    Griff ran a hand over my buttocks as if he was checking the power of a horse’s rump. He flicked open my belt buckle and had my trousers and drawers heaped at my ankles in one quick move. My cock bobbed in the air already searching for a place to bury itself.
    “That’s very nice. Let’s get you into a better position.” He tapped my shins with his boot so that I had to bend lower and move backwards. “Spread your legs as far as you can.”
    My legs couldn’t open very wide, captured as they were by my trousers. I lifted a foot to free myself, but Griff stopped me.
    “That’ll do. I like seeing you this way, hobbled like a mare about to be serviced by a stallion.” He leaned across my back and put his head close to mine. “Whether she wants it or not,” he whispered, then took my earlobe between his teeth and gave it a stinging bite. The pinch of pain ran right to my balls, and my hips jerked in desperation. Griff slapped me, a hard palm to my tense buttock. “Restrain yourself, or I’ll leave you like this and go for Katie...Let her see what a state you’ve got yourself into thinking about giving her a whipping.”
    I stifled a groan as he ducked behind me, two strong hands parting my buttocks. He held me spread, causing my breath to quicken at the thought of what was about to happen. His mouth and teeth came first, gently grazing at the flesh between my buttocks, up one edge and down the other, then, finally, his tongue made long flicks against my hole. My chin dropped to my chest, my eyes closed as I put all my effort into not making a sound beyond a rising breath.
    Experience told me if I moved, or moaned, Griff would stop and demand I take whatever he was doing to me in silence. Other times, when we were safe from the threat of being seen, he’d insist on knowing the effect his loving had on me through uncensored cries and exclamations.
    His tongue alternated between working deep into my hole and then down across that sensitive area behind my balls. My cock seeped, aching for the firm tug of a hand, and I realigned my pale-knuckled grip on the hay rack so that I wouldn’t reach for it myself. Griff pulled his head away, trailing hard kisses along the ridge of my spine. At my neck, he reached a hand forward, taking my jaw and turning my head to the side.
    “Open your mouth.”
    The instant I did he thrust two fingers inside.
    “We’ve no ointment in the stables to ease my way in; you might want to do something about that, Ari. In the meantime, suck my fingers, pretend it’s my cock. Make them good and wet, or you’ll be feeling it.”
    I sucked his fingers hard, letting saliva pool in my mouth so they’d be well coated. I took the opportunity to run my tongue along the seam where they came together, showing