Page 93 of Bad Cowboy, Tennessee

I pulled away quickly. The crickets sang in the air around us as I looked down at him. He looked utterlyused, and yet it was like the look in his eyes was still begging to be destroyed all over again.

He sighed, giving me a glare full of attitude.

Stare daggers at me all you want, Baby Blue.

I couldn’t tell if he had me all figured out, when he looked at me like that:can’t kiss me because you’re so afraid of intimacy, even when you’d fuck me until the sun rose, Draven?

Or if he was just lost, like a lamb in the woods, confused:You don’t want to kiss me, Draven?

Either way it made my chest clench in a way I wasn’t comfortable with in the slightest.

“Go ahead,” Max finally said.

I paused, breathing evenly. “Go ahead and what?”

“Fuck my mouth,” he said.

“Don’t think you’re quite ready for that, but I deeply appreciate the eager streak in you, Max?—”

“Just do it anyway,” he continued, something burning behind his eyes. “Let me choke. Let me gag. I want you to use me like you use everybody else.”

That one hit me like a brick to the chest.

I didn’t even think Max couldknowhow much it stung to hear that.

Sure, I liked using people… in a hot way, when they wanted it, when we both just wanted to get off. But I didn’t want to use people. Use them inlife. Ruin them. Leave them worse than I’d found them, knowing it was almost always my fault.

“Pretty mouthy for someone who’d never had a cock in your mouth until tonight,” I murmured, doing my best to maintain a neutral attitude on the outside.

“You think I’m so helpless,” he said. “But maybe I can take a whole lot more than you think I can, Draven.”

I moved forward again, shoving my cock into his mouth and watching him open up to me instantly.

I couldfeelhow much he wanted this.

Wanted to be good for me.

His motions were a little unsure at first, maybe a little sloppy, but only in the best way. When I’d called him eager it had been an understatement. Once he got into a rhythm on my cock he sucked it like he was trying to take every last drop of cum from me, to leave me drained and spent.

I’d been keeping my fist wrapped around the base of my dick, but I let it drop away, allowing him to suck me as deep as he wanted again. Once he built up a rhythm he moved one hand to my sack, gently squeezing my balls and bringing me close to the edge.

Just a mouth, I lied to myself.A mouth that feels way too fucking good. Wet. Tight. Impatient to take my cum, in the best way.

Just a hot guy you’ll probably never see again, the moment you leave Tennessee.

Another lie.

The truth was that hewasn’tlike anyone else I’d ever been with.

He made me feel things I didn’t deserve to feel.

I was so close to coming. And when I looked down and saw his big, blue eyes looking up at me, reaching out to me, trying so hard to bridge the gulf that I left between us, it was too much to bear.

I groaned, bringing a hand down to the back of his head to grip him. Sensation pooled at the base of my groin, my balls tightening up.

“Take my cum, baby,” I said, thrusting forward into his mouth.

He swallowed around me, looking prouder than ever to take it all. The hanging light above us moved slightly in the breeze, the glint of it moving along Max’s hair.

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