Page 39 of Crossroads
He pulls me to the dilapidated old shed near the pond and opens the door, shoving me inside. My back hits the wall, and then I’m blanketed by his large body, his hands in my hair as mine drag over his hard pecs and down over his stomach.
I feel the soft blond hair prickling my palms as I lean in and kiss his firm lips, groaning at the taste of him.
I kiss down over his neck and down to his pecs, dipping my head to tease his nipple and make him hiss. He’s still holdingonto my hair, but he doesn’t direct me. It’s all me as I move to kiss down his hard, flat stomach and then drop to my knees on the old wooden shed floor.
I look up at him with lust-filled eyes, and my heart stutters when I see the way he’s looking at me. Pure desire floods his green orbs, and when I lower my gaze, taking in his hard, long, thick cock pointing up at his belly button, flushed red at the tip and leaking precum, I don’t think.
No. I’ve never sucked a cock before, but that’s about to change. I grip his base and dart my tongue out along his slit, getting a taste of the slightly bitter fluid. His body shudders, and his voice sounds a little shaky. “Oh fuck.”
I hear the soft thump of his head hitting the wall of the shed and let go of the nerves trying to take over. I do what I’ve always liked. I suck on the head, using my tongue to tease him and revel in the sounds of soft whimpers coming from him.
I can tell he’s struggling to keep still. His hands in my hair as he looks down at me on my knees for him. I thought this would feel demeaning, but all I feel is powerful as I start to stroke him and take more of him into my mouth. My hand and my mouth work him over and pull the most sinful of sounds from him.
“I’m close. Fuck. I’m close, Emer—” His cock jerks, and I’m hit with a burst of precum. It only makes me suck on him harder.
I’m not ready to deep throat. Let’s be real.
But I’m still determined to make this the best goddamn blowjob he’s ever had in his life.
I find his heavy balls with my hand and cup them gently before rolling them in my hand, still licking and sucking his dick, enjoying every bit of precum he feeds me.
“I’m going to come.” His fingernails dig into my scalp, and my cock juts forward, my balls pulling up tight and aching for release, just hearing his strangled tone.
I want to tell him to do it, but I also don’t want to release him long enough to say the words, so I just continue to work him over until I feel his cock get even stiffer in my mouth. Then jet after jet of cum hits the back of my throat.
It’s not pretty, I’m not going to lie. I gag from the surprise and the sheer amount and cough around his dick that’s still spewing cum. But I lap up every bit of it I can, swallowing it as I work the base of his cock, milking it for every last drop.
His hand slides down to push mine away. “Too much,” he barely manages to say, and I smile as I release him. When I look up at him through tears from choking on his dick, he looks as wrecked as I feel, and then he pulls me up to him, his mouth attacking mine, licking it clean.
My cock is still hard as I thrust against his body, his dick still wet from my mouth. “Fuck. Good. So good,” I babble, and I feel him grin against my lips before his hand trails down and wraps around my aching shaft, paying particular care to my piercing. It sends a ripple of pleasure through my entire body when the metal comes in contact with his rough hands. I can’t wait to feel what he can do with his tongue running over them.
“These are so fucking sexy,” he says in that deep, guttural voice, and I swear I feel his semi-hard cock jerk as he fingers the piercings and then strokes over them.
“Ngh” is all I can manage to say. I think my brain has gone offline.
He strokes me with sure, determined strokes. His mouth absolutely dominating mine as I thrust into his fist. I cry out into his mouth as my cum splashes between our bodies.
His kiss starts to wane, leaving behind soft little pecks over my mouth as I melt into him, my body nearly giving out, now that I’ve had such an intense release.
“We should probably go wash off and then get our chores done.”
“Mm-hmm,” I say, still unable to form actual words. “I will when I can get my legs to move again.” I pull back enough to look into his eyes. “I think you broke me, man.”
“Don’t say that.” His wicked grin is sexy as hell. “I have plans for you.”
“Is that so?”
He kisses me softly again, making my heart tug inside my body, kicking up like it’s the first time it’s ever worked or some shit. “It is.”
He takes my hand, and I follow him out of the shed, being cognizant of anyone else who might be around. Thankfully, I don’t see anyone.
So Jasper, the grumpy, “straight” country boy, has plans for me.
And I, the also fairly grumpy, “straight” city boy, can’t fucking wait to find out what they are.
SIXTEEN
So that happened.
