Page 18 of The Silent Mountain Man

"Like what?"

He drops his gaze to my dick, stroking it slowly. "Forget it."

I want to press and find out what he meant to say, but the second his mouth engulfs my swollen crown, I'm a goner.

I fist the sheets with both hands as Harrick treats me to another epic blowjob, taking me right down to the base with no effort.

If I thought I'd have a tough time backing it up from last night, I quickly discover that's not the case at all.

In fact, in an embarrassingly short amount of time, he's got me on the brink.

"Getting close," I grit out.

He picks up the pace, fondling my balls between his thick fingers, making his intention clear—he wants my release.

I give it to him a few seconds later, letting out an almighty roar as my climax slams into me, thrusting my lower back off the bed and filling his mouth with my seed.

Spent, I collapse onto the bed. Harrick comes up beside me, sporting a huge grin. "Good morning."

I wipe the sweat off my forehead. "You already said that."

He chuckles. "Now I really mean it."

"In that case, now it's time for me to give you a good morning," I murmur, sliding down his body until I'm face to face with his fat cock.

"Jesus." I trace my fingers along the veins that cover his monster. "I don't know why, but I'm a sucker for a veiny cock."

Harrick grins, clasping his hands behind his head, shuffling his legs out wider. "Works for me."

And then it hits me, where this whole vein thing comes from. I'd completely forgotten.

Michael.

We never ended up having sex. We didn't get a chance. I was taken away too abruptly, but we were heading that way. I started sneaking out of the house after Pa fell asleep, and we'd meet up in this clearing in the forest not too far from our houses. It was a secluded spot, without feeling creepy.

Our nighttime meets were different from when we hung out during the day. At night, we talked less, and made out a whole lot more.

We only ever took things farther once. Lying on the ground, we unzipped our jeans and jerked each other off. I'll never forget seeing Michael's cock for the first time. How big it was, how veiny.

How strikingly similar it was to the one I'm about to blow now.

"Everything okay down there?"

"Yeah. Fine," I answer quickly, before closing my eyes, opening my mouth, and taking in as much of Harrick's dick as I can manage.

I start bobbing up and down on it, trying to keep focused on what I'm doing and nothing else. It's pretty fucked up to be blowing one guy while thinking of another, isn't it?

Pushing all thoughts of Michael out of my mind, I focus on the task at hand. Or in this case, the task in my mouth.

I take as much of Harrick's cock as I can, but there's no way the whole thing will fit down my throat. I pull out and run my tongue along all the glorious veins that line his shaft.

"Youreallyhave a thing for veins," he observes.

"Kinda reminds me of—"

Nope. Not finishing that sentence.

The only thing worse than thinking of someone else during sex is telling the person you're currently having sex with about it.

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