Page 51 of Moon Blind Hearts
His lips quirk and he shoves the keys in his pocket before holding his hand out to me. I stare at it. “Trust me?” he says.
“We hardly know each other,” I remind him.
He shrugs and keeps his hand out for me to take. I look between it and his face, trying to decide what to do. I’m curious as hell what he means and how he can help. Part of me is wary of his so-called help, but the other part . . .
I place my hand in his, letting my curiosity win. There’s something about Oak that makes me want to trust him. Maybe it’s the pearl necklace around his neck, the story of his daughter giving it to him resonating in my soul. Maybe it’s the way he commands a room like it’s second nature. Maybe it’s just because I genuinely like him. Either way, I give him my hand and let him lead me away from the truck.
At first, I think we’re going toward the cabin I’m staying in. Instead, we turn right and instead head toward the milking barn.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
He flashes a wicked smile at me and my pussy flutters. “It’s a surprise.”
Except it’s not. We’re going to the milking barn. I’ve been here before. I suppose I should have asked what we were doing instead of where we were going. Still, I wait patiently for hints as he leads me through the door and flips the light switches. All the milking equipment comes into view before us, silent in the evening when there’s no milking to be done.
“Uh . . . Oak?” I start, eyeing it all warily as he leads me deeper into the building and toward the machines.
“Hm?” he asks. The cheeky sound only makes me more nervous.
I pull him to a stop and he lets me despite knowing he’s much stronger than me. “What exactly are you wanting to do?”
He tilts his head. “I thought it was obvious?” He leans closer, his eyes crashing with mine. “I’m helping.” He slides his hand along my stomach, up my ribs, before cupping my aching breast. His breath stutters at the heaviness of it. “I’ve imagined this since we first signed that contract.”
My stomach tightens. “I don’t know about . . .” I trail off, not sure exactly what to say. “Um . . . is it safe?”
“Everything is sterilized and clean after every use. I can control the levels,” he explains. At my hesitation, he tugs me closer. “I can go first, if you’re nervous.”
My head snaps up. “What? How?”
He grins and it lights up his whole face. “I’ll show you.”
Two weeks ago, if someone would have asked me where I thought things were going, I’d have never said this. It’s so wild, I don’t think I could have even jokingly come up with it. But as Oak pulls me toward the smaller milking machine they have to use for Ophelia—she hates the more industrial machines—I realize that this is really going to happen.
Holy shit.
He grabs one of the . . . suckers . . . and holds it up. When he flips the switch to trigger it, I watch in fascination as it springs to life and the metal tube starts to fluctuate on the inside.
“Have you done this before?” I ask, watching him carefully.
He snorts. “I’d be lying if I said no.” He glances at me. “But only on myself.”
Ah. So no ladies have been lucky enough to watch Oak test this machine before setting it on the table. None have watched him meet their eyes as he reaches for his belt, as he holds eye contact while he slowly frees his very large, very hard cock.
“Would you like to do the honors?” he rasps, bracing himself against the table. He fists his cock and strokes once, twice, his eyelids lowering at the feeling of it.
I reach for the metal tube and press my hand against the end of it. The suction there immediately pulls at my skin, but not so hard that it hurts.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask.
Instead of answering, he circles my wrist and tugs me closer until I’m standing between his spread thighs. Then he reaches up and wraps that hand around the back of my neck before pulling me in for a kiss. Unlike before, this one is sweet and tender, a slow learning that has my toes curling in my shoes. With his other hand, he guides me to move the pump toward his eager cock, holding it just above it. He doesn’t force it. He just lets me decide when to do it.
I’ve used penis pumps before. They’re very useful for cam work. I don’t think this is exactly the same, especially since it’s an automatic sucking motion. Which makes me so curious, I lower the pump while he kisses me, letting the tube start to suck at his tip. He jerks against me, the kiss turning a little more fevered. When I slide it all the way down, letting it consume him, letting it suck him off, he breaks the kiss to let out a forced groan. His hips jerk up, his breathing immediately growing ragged. Like it’s the trigger, his hand tightens on the back of my neck and he kisses me again. Gone is the gentle exploration. This is all desperate hunger. But as if the machine sucking at his cock forces him to, he jerks away, his back bowing, the cords of his neck standing out in sharp relief as he groans.
I stroke my hand down his neck, relishing the way he looks right now, this big strong man so at my mercy, one who very clearly rarely gives up control. Fuck. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
“How long can you last like this?” I ask, starting to unbutton his shirt, revealing the hair along his chest.
“Not as long as I’d like,” he grinds out, gripping my hip hard. “And I plan to fuck the shit of out you so we’ll have to take it off soon.”
