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But when his kisses continued over the curve of my ass, I tensed up as understanding dawned. "Xavier, wait, you don't have to—" was all I got out because then, all of a sudden, his tongue was running up the inside of my thigh along the crease where my leg met my ass. He slurped up some of the semen that had trickled out of me. I held my breath because I was stupefied. I knew he’d figured out what I'd been thinking about, but for him to actually act on it? I couldn't believe it.
But he didn't stop at the cum that had seeped from my body. No, he pressed his nose into the crevice of my ass, then tongued me there. Then his mouth closed over my sensitive opening and he sucked gently. I cried out because it felt so good, and because he was actually doing it.
When he pulled back, I couldn't move. I was afraid to see his eyes. What if he was just humoring me? What if he really thought this was a disgusting thing and that I was a freak for wanting it? But when he turned me around, I saw no judgment, no recrimination. His lips glistened with the semen he’d sucked from my body. He pressed me back so that I was leaning against the hay bales. I was on my knees, as was he. He was a little higher than me because of our positions.
When his face hovered over mine and he waited, I sucked in a breath and then parted my lips. I was so unbelievably eager to know what this act was like, but I still couldn't believe it was happening. Xavier dropped his head and just as our lips touched, his semen began to drip into my mouth. The saltiness was mixed with a taste I couldn’t identify and had just seconds to process before he closed his mouth over mine. I swallowed, but then my mouth was full again with even more of the unique flavor. I drank it down like it was water, taking every drop I could from his mouth.
I wrapped my arms around him and followed him onto his lap when he sat back. The position of my pants made it awkward for me to straddle him like I wanted, but I didn't care. I just wanted to feed on his mouth. Even once that delicious taste was gone, all I could do was kiss him. It was only when someone called his name again from the entrance of the barn, and we heard footsteps coming down the aisle, that we both stilled. And just like that, the bubble around us burst. Xavier eased me off his lap and climbed to his feet.
He didn't reach his hand out to help me, and once again, he turned his back on me while he got his clothes in order. The disappointment was like a living, breathing thing beneath my skin. But nothing compared to the moment he walked away without even looking back and called out to whoever it was who was looking for him. I was still righting my clothes as I listened to him talk to the other person, his voice even and calm as if he’d been doing nothing more than brushing his horse the whole time.
I got my pants up but then just sat down on the hay bale and covered my mouth with my hand. I wanted to cry, but it wasn't worth it. I had no one else but myself to blame, because I'd known it would end like this. It'd been my fault for hoping it would be different this time.
I forced all my emotions down as I waited for Xavier and the other ranch hand to leave the building. I used the sink in the tack room to clean up as best as I could and then I prepared myself to leave the barn. I'd expected that Xavier had been called to one of the pastures or the arena to help with an issue, so I didn't anticipate seeing him again and I was glad for it. But my relief lasted only a matter of seconds, because standing in the driveway in front of a small red car was Xavier. He was with a woman and a little girl. My heart fell as I wondered if the woman was his wife or girlfriend. As I got closer though, I could see she was older than him, and there was something familiar about her. Xavier was talking to the little girl, but the woman looked in my direction. Something in her smiling expression changed and I actually came to a stop when she saw me. Anger burned in her gaze as she pushed past Xavier and the little girl.
Her pace quickened as she reached me, but instead of opening her mouth to introduce herself, she suddenly slapped me. "You bastard," she screamed. She hit me again. "I hate you! I hate you,” she repeated and then she hit me for the third time. I put up my arms to try to ward off some of the blows. I had no intention of striking her back, obviously, but her rage wasn't making the blows exactly painless.
