Page 39 of The Weight of Your Wishes

I walk him backward until we're on solid ground, pinning his back to the nearest tree. He smiles against my lips, trailing his hands all over my body, gripping me everywhere. Despite the chilly rain, my skin is on fire. I thread my fingers through his wet hair and tug his head back, baring his throat. He responds beautifully to my aggressiveness, and it’s a relief that he doesn’t want me to be gentler. He sparks something deep within me that makes me almost primal with desire. I bury my lips into the curve of his neck, sucking and biting and licking. He pants by my ear—ragged, short huffs of breath.

I suck harder and unbutton his shorts. My fingers graze against something lacy, and I retract from his neck to look down. A green lace fucking thong. I palm both of his bare ass cheeks as I meet his emerald eyes. They look even more vivid in the blue-ish hue of the storm. “How long have you been wearing this?”

He smiles big, showing all his perfectly straight teeth. I imagine he could bring anyone to their knees with a smile as confident as that one.

“All damn day.”

I squeeze his ass tighter, digging my fingertips into the soft skin. The dark pink head of his dick is poking out of the sheer fabric, so I drop to my knees and suck the head into my mouth in one quick motion. “Shit,” he hisses from above me. Thunder crashes somewhere in the distance, rumbling the ground beneath my knees. I suck him and swirl my tongue the way he did to me last night, and his legs are shaking in no time. “I’m gonna come,” he says urgently. I pull back, letting it thwap back against his abdomen.

He gapes at me, but I bring my lips to his ear. “Get on all fours, baby boy.” He eyes the muddy grass at our feet briefly before dropping to his knees. He puts his hands, still covered cutely by his sleeves, on the ground, and arches his back deeply. The drenched sweater slides up his back, showcasing the long curve of his spine. His muscular thighs spread further, and all that’s covering the valley between his cheeks is a thin scrap of lace. I groan, deep and guttural as I drop to my knees behind him.

I’m no stranger to eating ass, but I am to eating aman’sass. It doesn’t matter to me, though. Everything about this is new—the pounding in my ribcage, the swelling of my heart.

It’s all new, and it’s all because of him.

He looks over his shoulder at me, eyes wide and pleading. I grip his ass with both hands, kneading and stretching the skin, his hips undulating slowly. I hook my thumb beneath the lace and pull it to the side. A growl rumbles deep in my chest as I lean down and seal my lips right over his pretty little hole. I flatten my tongue and lick him in circular motions. His mouth falls open, droplets of rain blowing from his lips as he pants, “Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening right now.”

I bury my mouth as deeply as I can, wanting to eat him from the inside out, needing to devour him. My grip on the round globes of his ass is bruising, and the idea of leaving marks down here, where only he can see them, makes me feel animalistic. His hips buck back against my mouth. I feel his hole softening and clenching against my tongue, so I stiffen the muscle and push it inside of him. He lets out a broken moan that I’ve never heard from him before, and it goes straight to my cock. I need to hear him moan like that right in my ear.

God damn, I’m delusional with lust, and I’m not even being touched.

I flex my tongue around in short thrusts, and his arms shake unsteadily. He dips down further to the ground, face nearly in the dirt.

He lets out another garbled moan. “Please. Please. Please,” he begs.

I withdraw my tongue and speak against his hole, “What do you need, baby boy?”

“Need you to fuck me,” he shudders. “In my shorts. There’s lube in my wallet.” I land a smack on his ass that echoes around us as I lean back to grab his shorts from the ground. “And the condom,” he adds.

I wanted to get inside of him so bad that I hadn’t even considered wearing a condom, andI’msupposed to be the responsible one. I shake my head a little as I fish out the wallet from his soaked shorts. He must notice because he speaks again, hesitant and nervous. “It’s just that I’ve been sleeping around a lot this past year or so. And with the whole Veronica thing,” he cringes. “It’s just probably best that we both get tested, you know?”

It catches me off guard, so I wrap my arm beneath his stomach, pulling his back to my front. After pushing his wet hair back, I whisper in his ear. “I’ve used a condom with everyone I’ve ever slept with, but you shouldn’t feel nervous about speaking up about it. It’s a good thing, and it’s what you should do. I only shook my head because I wanted in you so badly, I hadn’t even thought about it. It’s hard to think straight with you.”

He shudders against me, and thunder cracks through the sky, followed shortly by the white out of lightning. I turn his head toward mine and seal our lips for a fleeting moment before nudging him back down to all fours.

“You know you need to stretch me and stuff, right?”

I brush my thumb over his hole. “I know how to fuck, baby boy.”

I undo the button on my pants, releasing my heavy, aching cock. Hendrix bites his lip as he eyes it, like he’s remembering how deep he had it lodged in his throat last night.Fuck.That was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. His deep red lips were even darker than usual as they stretched around me, spit everywhere. He sucked me like it was his favorite thing to do—moving his tongue just right, nuzzling all around my crotch, and inhaling me.

My cock throbs in my palm, urging me to get on with it, so I rip open the condom wrapper and roll it on. The rain is coming down in heavier sheets now, cutting through the trees. I open the lube and drip some down his crack, using two fingers to rub the slickness around and push one in. The tight muscles contract around my fingertip, sucking it in. I thrust in and out a few times before trying to slip in another. It takes a little more effort, but once it’s in, I scissor them this way and that. He needs to be stretched as much as possible, so I take my time with it, loving the way he flexes around me. After a while, I add a third. He takes a moment to breathe and adjust, but before long, he’s meeting my thrusts with his hips. “Need you nice and open so you can take all of this,” I rasp. “I think you’re ready.”

He spreads his knees even further apart, arching his back shamelessly. His hips rock back and forth even with nothing inside him. It’s undoing me.

I quickly spread the leftover lube on my sheathed cock and press it right against the puckered entrance. With gritted teeth, I apply pressure until just the head pops through. It takes all of the restraint I have to stay still. “Push back on me when you’re ready, boy.”

His thighs tremble slightly when he starts pushing back, sliding around me one inch at a time. And fuck me, because seeing his lips wrapped around me has nothing on this. I watch in awe as he spears himself on my cock, his hole stretched wide and reddened around the edges. When he sinks all the way to the hilt, he drops his head between his shoulders. I rub my palm down until it reaches his nape. “Fuck, I wish you could see yourself right now.”

I pull him up, bringing his back to my front, his drenched sweater sticking to my skin. With a tight grip on his chin, I smash our lips together. The usual taste of him is mixed with rain, and the kiss turns sloppy as I start moving inside of him. He moans that sweet sound again, his lips sliding open-mouthed around my face. “You’re so fucking big. The best thing I’ve ever felt, Daddy.”

That endearment does something to me. I squeeze him tighter, looking into his dazed, heavy-lidded gaze.

“I want your cock forever,” he pants. “Not just this once. Forever.” He grows louder and more serious by the end.

The sounds coming from me are gravelly and damn near feral as I rut into him, loving the way his soft, round ass cheeks slap against my skin. “As long as you want it, it’s yours, baby.”

“Forever,” he repeats.

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