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I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and debate it before I gesture toward his overalls.
He seems to read my mind and lifts his hips, pushing them down and off. They settle near the fire, and for a moment I wonder if they’re going to be set ablaze, but I’m distracted when I see that he’s wearing only a tight pair of green briefs which do nothing to hide his massive cock. The red, leaking tip is poking out of the slit in the fabric, and god, I want to taste him. Want to press my face into his groin and inhale.
The thought infiltrates my brain and my mouth drops open in a breathless moan. I’ve never had a dick in my mouth. Never tasted cock. But his? I want it. I want to try my best to swallow that monster down and will die trying.
The way my own dick jerks in my underwear at the thought tells me that it’s fine with dying that death.
I climb back onto his lap, and when I lean in for another kiss, I tell myself not to be gentle. Don’t be romantic about this. That’s not what this is. This is more of an experiment, a way for me to see what the fuck is going on with my body when I’m around him. My lips slam down on his mouth, sucking on his tongue aggressively, trying like hell to hurt him. But he just cups the back of my head in response, cradling me so gently.
Jimbob’s lips slow the kiss down, and it makes my heart thrum with excitement. Damn him for changing the course of this, for making it feel like something it’s not. I put my hands on his shoulders and dig in with my nails, hoping that maybe this will make it a little less serious, a little more like a fuck.
I want to shock him, want him to be reeling just as much as I am.
But he just grunts and then moans into my mouth, his cock sliding against mine, a casual stroke that makes my eyes cross.And he seems to be in no hurry, he just kisses me slower and deeper. This is making me feel things.
Things I don’t understand.
Fuck. Me.
I try to kiss him harder, press my body into his harder, to take back control, but his other hand lands on my bare lower back and he steadies me. A low whimper escapes my lips, and I feel myself give up. I just melt right into him. I want to be mad about it, want to rage, but I can’t.
I can’t fucking do anything but give in to his infuriatingly slow pace.
My hips move languidly against his, our cocks sliding together over and over as tingles race up my spine. I clench his shoulders tighter, trying to hold on for dear life.
His hands move down to my ass, gripping tightly as I groan.
“You’re so fucking Kansan. So…” My entire body is strung tight, waiting to snap. “So damn perfect.” I move away from his mouth and down to his neck, my teeth sinking into his flesh as his hips thrust up into me.
My fingers claw down his chest and hook into his briefs, tugging them down his thighs. He lifts his hips slightly, the two of us elevating a moment as his big cock slaps against his abdomen.
Fuck, that’s a big dick. I mean, I realized that when I saw it looking at me through his underwear earlier and when I felt it grinding against me, but to actually see it? Fuck. Me.
“God, you’re big all over. I knew it.”
“Seems so,” Jimbob says, his hand reaching out carefully, his finger tracing up my shaft, still hidden behind my boxers. I let out a moan as he does it and bite down on my bottom lip to keep the rest at bay.
“I’m not as big as you.”
“That’s fine. I’m sure you’re just perfect.”
I hate that, hate that he’s making my heart melt, so I deflect.
“Take it out. Take it out and see.”
He nods, asking permission with those blue eyes. And I nod curtly, wanting to look away from him as he does it, but unable to. My heart is expanding in my chest, and I feel like I can barely breathe when those eyes are on me.
He’s a thief. He’s stolen something from me. My breath, my heart, my sanity.
Slowly, he pushes my briefs down, freeing my dick. It springs out, almost as if sayinghere I ambefore Jimbob presses his thumb to my slit, making me gasp.
“Knew it. You’re perfect.”
I don’t believe that. I don’t believe I’m anything like he says, but I love the way he’s looking at my dick like it’s a prize. I know it’s not. It’s so fucking not, but the way he’s stroking it like he’s touching the stars, is making my heart melt.
I watch as he adjusts me slightly, seeing our dicks touch, his hand wrapping around them both. His is leaking profusely, dripping between our lengths like a fucking sieve. It helps his hand to glide as it shuttles up and down our dicks, and I can do nothing but hold on, my eyes shifting from his to where we’re joined.
I’m not going to last very long. It’s too intense. Too much. Too everything. We’re just here, under the full moon, rutting, kissing, and grinding together in a rickety chair. Not caring that anyone could hear, that anyone could see.
