It grows fast, a desire for his lust, and suddenly, I chase his pleasure more than my own release. His orgasm announces itself with a few drops of pre-cum sliding down my tongue. I was worried about the taste—unnecessarily so, it turns out, when I find myself wanting more. It’s salty but not bitter, and when he finally spills into my mouth—his release warm and thick, and more than I anticipated—I swallow on instinct, while his legs shake under my fingers.
“Oh fuck. Fuuuck,” Linden curses as he slumps back against my thighs. My legs are trembling slightly from my arousal, which I only notice now. He must feel my erection because he says “Oh” and then “Oooh!” again, when our eyes meet.
“Are you—is everything…?” he asks, already climbing off of me, the missing weight leaving an odd sensation of loss behind. He’s kneeling next to me on the mattress instead, his fingers hovering over my face, then wiping under my eyes.
I huff out a laugh when I realize they come away damp with tears.
“Just from the burn,” I rasp out as I gesture to my throat. “I think I have a little more practice to do.”
Linden’s gray eyes scan my face for another moment, and only then does the tension leave his shoulders, a small smile playing around the corners of his lips.
“You have cum on your chin,” he tells me, and for the first time today, heat rushes into my cheeks.
“Couldn’t swallow it all. You really had a lot saved for my first time.” I laugh, my voice still raw from almost choking on his dick.
He doesn’t say anything to that, just wipes his thumb over my chin. I don’t know what goes through my head, but when he brushes it over my lips, I open up on instinct, my tongue swirling over the pad of his finger.
Linden swallows thickly, and I watch his Adam’s apple bob. His eyes take me in fully now, from my tousled hair over my smeared lips, down to the erection tenting my boxers. He clears his throat once, then twice, before speaking up, “I’m sorry, Micah, but you look…”
“Fucked?” I offer, but he shakes his head, blond brows drawn together.
“Beautiful,” he corrects simply.
For a moment, the word sits there between us. It’s not the first time someone has complimented my looks, but when I open my mouth to make a witty comeback, there’s nothing. Instead, my stomach bottoms out, and my fingers grab the sheets under the unexpected sensation of falling. I sit up so fast, I almost bang our heads together.
“Whoa there!” Linden calls out in surprise while I already slide off the bed and stand on shaking legs.
“I…sorry, I need the bathroom,” I stammer, causing Linden to blink in surprise.
“But I thought…I mean…you’re still…” he trails off, gesturing to the bulge in my crotch.
I wave him off, trying for casual. “Don’t…don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine.”
He lets me go without another word of protest, and a moment later, I hurry across the dark hallway. As soon as the bathroom door closes behind me, I raise my shirt, my hands trailing aimlessly over my stomach, searching the smooth skin in vain for any sign of the hole that just opened up inside of me.
Linden, July 4th
The ladder creaks under my weight as I try to find a comfortable way to stand. I don't let that deter me and stretch out as far as I can to tuck the end of the towel into the small cranny where the metal frame meets the wood, so it finally obscures the window. At least from my point of view, it does.
“No, no, farther over!”
“You said that three times now, Dad. The window ends here,” I call back, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. There are only a few windows in this barn, and yet covering them up has taken me an hour because of his constant commentary.
“I can still see out,” Dad says as I climb down.
"Doesn't matter if you see out; matters that the lights won't getin!” I point out but continue so he can't call me out for my cheeky back talk, already picking up the ladder. “I'll double-check.”
“Gonna round them up in the meantime,” Dad announces. He whistles for Oak and starts making his way over to the pasture.
I shake my head with a sigh. Herding the cows into the barn was literally the next thing I was going to do, but of course, my stubborn old man couldn't help but take over. Though honestly,I get it. Gently nudging the cows back inside is my favorite part of work, too. It's the best time to sneak some pets and pass them some treats.
Back up on the ladder, I reach for the corner of the fabric that I fastened to the other side of the window, tug it through the crack, and wedge it around the frame more tightly.
I’m giving my work another thorough once-over when my dad's voice draws my attention to the pasture.
“Watch out, boy, those little shits get uppity.”
I squint over, grinning when I spot Micah leaning as far over the fence as he can to scratch the noses of the calves. They are eagerly turning their heads this way and that to curl their long tongues around his fingers and wrists, clearly more interested in licking the salt off his skin.
