Page 68 of Bad Cowboy, Tennessee

“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” Draven said by my ear.

I wanted to hit him. I also wanted to kiss him more than ever.

You make every cell in my body fucking ache,I thought, but I couldn’t say it out loud. I’d never thought that about any guy before, and I sure as hell didn’t know how he’d react if I told him something like that.

“You’re impossible,” I finally said.

He took his hand off of my cock, a tiny little punishment for what I’d said, and I whimpered. I missed his touch instantly.

A whisper escaped my mouth: “Please.”

“Should I leave you like this?” he teased me, his gaze raking over my whole body, up and down.

“I need to come,” I said, not caring that I was begging.

“Or I could head home now,” Draven offered. “Walk off while you’re here outside with your cock out, leaking for me.”

“I will kill you slowly. Don’t care if you kill me, too.”

He hummed as he smiled again, and somehow, each time I got him to smile it felt like its own little prize.

It seemed hard to get him to smile. I liked knowing that I could.

I watched as he dropped onto one knee, and then the other, in front of me. “Baby Blue,” he murmured.

“Oh, god,” I murmured as I realized what was about to happen. He moved in closer and in one smooth motion, his tongue landed at the base of my cock and dragged upward along the underside, landing at the tip.

I felt his tongue ring along the sensitive skin of my cock for the first time and almost melted backward against the trunk of the tree.

I groaned deeply as he took the head of my cock between his lips, swirling it around the tip, utterly fucking tormenting me. Suddenly there was wet warmth all around my cock, and he leaned in, taking the length of me into his mouth, bringing me all the way to his throat.

Code red.

It didn’t just feel good.

It felttoogood.

He’d caught me off guard with dropping to his knees and now, feeling the slick heat of his tight mouth against me, the tiny bead of metal stroking along my skin, I bucked my hips involuntarily again, fucking his mouth hard.

No, no no no?—

I was going to come.

It was way too fast, and completely embarrassing. With that smooth motion of him bobbing up and down on my cock, and that tight, warm wetness, I had no more control.

It was the best thing my cock had ever felt by a mile, and he was right.

A tongue wasn’t just a tongue. His was better.

So goddamn much better.

“Fuck, Draven?—”

He pushed his palm against my thigh, digging his fingers in hard. He took my cock deep into his throat, every inch of me surrounded by tight warmth.

My voice broke as I rocked my hips forward one more time, letting go in his mouth.

I could feel the hum of his voice around my shaft, an approving sound, like he was praising me for coming so quickly.

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