Page 6 of Bloom
Once we devoured every delicious bite of our dinner, Timber gathered up the trash and placed it into the grocery bags, which he carried to the bed of the truck. He returned carrying my guitar, and took a seat next to me once more, pointing to a large, leafy bush covered in what looked like tiny white sticks.
“Remember what I said about singing helping flowers bloom?” I nodded, and he added, “I bet if you play some music, and I sing, we can get those white flowers to open up.” I knew what he could do with his hands alone; I’d seen them in action, but I was intrigued by his suggestion.
“Do you know this one?” I asked before playing a slow, gentle tune; Leonard Cohen’sHallelujah.
A gorgeous smile crossed Timber’s lips. “It’s one of my favorites.”
“Mine too.” I was no longer surprised by our similarities; they were becoming familiar and welcome. But Iwasexcited to discover them all.
Timber sang the first line of the song, and I was so enraptured by the sound, I nearly stopped plucking the strings. But I pushed forward, wanting to hear the sweet melody from his lips. He undoubtedly had the voice of a god. If this song wasn’t my favorite before, it certainly was now. I had never heard it performed so beautifully. Every note washed over me, wrapping me up like a warm blanket protecting me from the crisp evening air. It captured my heart, and burned into my memory.
Almost nothing could have drawn my gaze away from Timber, lost in his song, with his eyes closed, and his body swaying with each word. But I noticed the bush sitting just beyond him. The little white ‘sticks’ were stirring. They stretchedand opened, revealing pretty, white, star-shaped flowers. It was the beautiful backdrop Timber deserved.
The mix of the last strum of the guitar and Timber’s final note faded, leaving behind only cricket chirps and a gentle breeze. His eyes slowly opened, and he smiled at the flowers. “What do you think?”
“They’re lovely. Did our song really do that?” It had certainlyfeltlike magic.
When Timber turned to me, I saw that his smile had turned into a crooked smirk. “Well, no, not exactly.” I tipped my head and he explained, “That is night blooming jasmine. It opens up around this time each evening; just a wonder of nature.” I’d fallen for the trick easily; I knew a lot about crops, but little about flowers. “But I’m sure the song helped.”
I snorted a laugh, placed my guitar on the ground by my side, and gave his shoulder a gentle shove. But as he fell backwards, Timber grabbed onto my wrist and playfully pulled me down with him, until my hands framed his face, and my body hovered above his.
His breath fanned across my cheeks, and his eyes bore into mine. My heart raced so quickly, it nearly vibrated in my chest, and I could hear it in my ears. I was overwhelmed by a mix of excitement, allure, and need.
I lowered my face to his and touched our lips together. My entire body immediately reacted. He awakened every cell; my hair raised, my skin warmed, and my blood raced.
I parted my lips and slid my tongue between his teeth. We licked and twisted together; slowly at first, but quickly moving more hungrily. My grip tightened in the grass while his hands traveled the expanse of my back, like he couldn’t touch every inch quickly enough.
My cock swelled and thickened until my pulse throbbed between my legs. I couldn’t ignore my need. I dropped my hipsand grinded against Timber, feeling his own erection poking against my thigh as we moaned into each other’s mouths. He craved me as much as I craved him, and it was intoxicating.
I trailed my lips across his jaw and down his neck. He took in a deep breath when I gently bit into his neck. I nipped and nibbled on his supple skin as I rocked against him, our hard cocks rubbing together. The friction felt great, but it wasn’t enough. I needed his touch, his skin on mine.
As if he read my very thoughts, Timber slipped his hands beneath the hem of my shirt. He tried to push it up my back, but it fit too snugly. I propped my weight up, allowing him to work my shirt buttons open. His hands greedily traced over my stomach and chest, which were tight and strong from a lifetime of physical labor.
His fingers slid onto my shoulders, and I balanced on one hand at a time as he slipped the fabric down and off my arms. His t-shirt was much easier to remove, and I finally lay eyes on his beautiful body. His torso was slim and tight, with slight muscle definition in his abdomen and chest. His soft curls rested against his collar bone, giving him the perfect blend of ruggedness and elegance.
His muscles shifted as he grappled at my belt buckle and the zipper of my jeans. He shoved the denim, followed by my boxer briefs, over the swell of my ass. I was grateful for the sudden cool air against my flesh - it felt as if I was moments away from overheating and bursting into flames.
I’d never felt a need like this; never been so turned on I couldn’t see straight, and could think of nothing but the man beneath me. He occupied every thought, every synapse, and I wanted it that way. I wanted to hand myself over to the sensation, and my body over to him.
I kissed him deeply as I snaked one hand between us and popped open his jeans. I tugged the denim until it and his briefswere gathered around his thighs. I pressed my hips forward again, trapping our cocks together. We touched from root to tip, and he was silk-wrapped steel against me.
I humped against him faster, panting into his mouth. His fingernails sank into my back, pulling me closer. I pushed into him so tightly I could no longer thrust - only writhe. Our balls kissed with each movement, sending a tingle up my spine. Liquid dripped from both of us down our lengths, mixing until we were soaked and slick.
Pressure built in my pelvis and my balls drew closer to my body, but I bit my lower lip, trying to make the moment last. I never wanted it to end. But just then, Timber wrapped his lips around my tongue and sucked. The simple action threw me over the edge. My toes curled in my boots and my eyes rolled back in my head. My cock jerked and I groaned as a thick, warm stream burst from me, painting across Timber’s stomach.
I did my best to continue moving, wanting him to claim his pleasure as well, but my thigh muscles had turned to stone. I forced my eyes open and parted my lips to try and explain or apologize, but before I could speak a word, I was blessed with the sexiest sight imaginable; Timber traced his finger through my cum on his stomach, and held eye contact as he touched it to his tongue.
He moaned and lurched beneath me. Thick white ropes burst from him, mixing with my own on his skin. Just the taste of me was enough to make him explode. If it didn’t feel like my balls had already turned inside out, I probably would have come again.
I was spent, but I still wanted a taste of him as well. I leaned onto one wobbly arm and gathered some of his seed onto the pad of my thumb. I raised it to my lips, but before I made contact, Timber stopped me by gently grabbing my wrist.
“If my seed enters your body, it will begin the irreversible bonding process. Our souls and lives will be intertwined.” I appreciated him giving me the choice.
“I could think of worse things,” I answered seriously, and he answered with a sweet smile.
“My sweet mate, I want nothing more, but like I told you before; I will earn it. I want you to be sure.”
I felt pretty damn sure at the moment, but maybe this wasn’t the right time. We were naked from the knees up, sweaty and sticky in the grass. My brain was foggy and cum-drunk, though I still felt clear minded about this. But I never wanted Timber to second guess my decision.
