“You’re welcome,” she says, hearing the giggle erupting from my mouth without warning. “And just for future reference, I said ‘drummer.’ You can pick any drummer you like.”
Before I met Slater, I had only crossed a few minor items off my list. I really shouldn’t say minor. Losing your virginity isn’t minor, but it wasn’t that eventful either. But now my list is nearly three-quarters done. Even the scary things like skydiving and bungee jumping are crossed off.
I always wondered what I would do with myself once it was finished. After running my eyes over the items I’ve yet to cross off, I realize some things I’ll never achieve.
I barely get a moment to wallow in self-pity before Melanie asks, “When did you cross number fifty-three off the list?” She waggles her brows, informing me what item is at number fifty-three without me needing to check my list.
53. Make love under the stars with the man I love. . .
I didn’t mean to tell Slater I’ve fallen in love with him. I was just thinking it in my head, and it flooded out of my mouth without warning. Only once he smiled was I glad I have no control over my mouth. Although him telling me helikesme too wasn’t quite what I was hoping for, it’s better than the awkward silence I was anticipating.
Once Slater finishes chuckling, he stares deeply into my eyes. “There’s another item we can cross off your list.”
When he peers at the star-filled night, I know the exact number he’s referring to. Because he lacked confidence on Charlie, it took us double the amount of time to reach the barn than usual. We’ve already missed the dinner deadline my dad set earlier, so what’s another hour or two going to hurt?
Slater’s chuckles die altogether when I straddle his lap. He gets heavy beneath me when I unbutton my plaid shirt. With his teeth raking his lower lip, he leans back before placing his hands behind his head to enjoy the show. Once I have the final button undone, I teasingly fan open my shirt to show him the new purple lace bra I purchased earlier this week. Purple is my new favorite color since Slater bought me a purple helmet for when he takes me on his bike. My bra is nearly an exact match to the color of my helmet.
When my shirt slips off one shoulder, exposing a generous portion of my beige skin, Slater bucks his hips. As his cock hardens more, his eyes flick to my other shoulder, soundlessly requesting for me to remove my whole shirt. While licking my lips, I run my hands up my stomach, over my breasts, and through my hair. My heart beats double time when his cock twitches underneath me. So much energy is bristling in the air, it feels like we’re in the middle of summer. It’s hot and sticky, which makes what I’m about to do ten times harder.
Not giving him the chance to protest, I roll off him and do up the buttons of my shirt. Slater hates being teased, so this will teach him a lesson on how it isn’t nice to tease others either.
Before I even have the first button done up, his body pins mine to the blanket. His stubble scratches my chin when he presses his lips to my ear, and his erection creates panty-wetting friction with the seam in my jeans. My ruse is undone in under ten seconds, and I’m not the least bit worried. I’ve got a hot, tattooed man lying on top of me while staring down at me in admiration. What the hell do I have to be worried about?
“I know what you’re doing.” He bites down on the fleshy skin on my ear before sucking it into his mouth. “Your list says ‘make love under the stars with the manIlove.’ Not make love with a man who loves me too.”
My earlier excitement flies out the window. I was only teasing him, but his statement has me reconsidering crossinganyitem off my list with him.
After marking me with a love bite on my neck, he leans on his elbow so he can peer down at my face. With my ego still burning from his unexpected slap, I glance past his shoulder, preferring to stare at the star-filled sky instead of the face responsible for my naughty dreams. I hate that I’m letting a bruised ego dampen our time together, but he’s the first man I’ve ever loved, and I always thought when I declared that, he’d automatically say it back.
How stupid am I?
When Slater notices I’m not looking at him, he rolls his hips. With the friction too great to ignore, my eyes snap back to his. Once he has my undivided attention, and he sees the disappointment in my eyes, he breathes out harshly before moving to a kneeling position. Even feeling rejected, my pussy protests from the loss of his contact.
With a yank on my arm, he pulls me up until I am kneeling in front of him, mirroring his position. “Feel this.” He flattens my palm over his chest. His heart is racing so fast, it feels seconds from breaking out of his chest cavity. “Now feel this.” He guides my right hand down his rock-hard six-pack before placing it on top of his equally stacked cock. “You don’t need words to know what you do to me, Kylie. The proof is right in front of you. You can feel it and touch it. You don’t need to hear it.”
His eyes show his love and vulnerability, and it’s the first time I’ve seen him so raw. I hate that I’ve made him feel this way, but I now have a better understanding of what he means. His actions prove I’m special to him, so why do I need words?
He growls into my mouth when I seal my lips over his. He inches closer so his erection presses into my hand. Desire heats my skin when I rub his cock through his boxers. I match the strokes his tongue is doing along the roof of my mouth. It’s a teasing pace full of promise and excitement.
After kissing long enough I feel dizzy, I pull back. With my gaze held by his, I undo the button of his jeans before sliding down the zipper. The hiss of metal is barely heard over the frantic beat of my heart. I whimper like I did the first time I saw his cock freed from its tight constraints. It’s covered with bulging veins, and the tip is glistening.
I gather the bead of pre-cum with my thumb to use it as lubricant when I wrap my hand around his twitching shaft. Slater’s mouth tugs into a smirk when I slide my hand all the way down to the base before gliding it back up. I follow the same routine for another four pumps before my mouth gets in on the action.
After flattening my stomach onto the blanket, I prop myself on my elbows then circle my lips around his sensitive skin. He hisses out a curse word when I glide my lips down his twitching shaft. The sting of his fingers clutching my hair has me drawing him in deeper with every suck. I suck, lick and graze him with my teeth, shuddering when drop after drop of tangy pre-cum pumps onto my tongue. He tastes so good.
“See, Kylie? Why do you need words? Not only can you see what you do to me. You can taste it too.”
He rocks his hips, serving me his cock at a speed that’s both wicked and nice. His mouth gets in on the action as well. He doesn’t put his lips on my body. He serenades me with his teasingly dirty thoughts. He has a filthy mouth, and it makes me suck him so far down my throat, I’m sure my neck will wear the outline of his cock for days to come. He stretches my throat with his frantic pumps while telling me it’s the best head he’s ever been given, how he’ll never want another pair of lips on him but mine.
When I swivel my tongue around his pulsating knob, his whole body jerks. “Fuck, Kylie.”
I swallow him whole, needing the quiver of his words to descend to his thighs. I suck, stroke, and lick before nibbling on the sweet spot I know will get him off. Slater loves having his balls sucked almost as much as he does his dick.
When I draw his balls deep into my mouth, the shake I’m aiming for hits his thighs. His knees pull together as he grinds his cock against my face. It’s the most awkward position you can think of, but oh so hot.
Just as I prepare my face for the onslaught of his cum, Slater seizes my wrist, halting my frantic pumps. Any protests are left for dust when he rolls me over so my back is braced on the blanket. The hay under the blanket scratches my skin when he tugs down my jeans before removing my shirt and bra.
Even though my bucket list item is to make love under the stars, I can’t tear my eyes away from Slater’s dedication to my body to drink in the sight. He’s peppering kisses across my chest and down my stomach.
