Page 20 of Barn Burner
He parts his lips willingly, bright brown eyes watching me as he sucks my cock into his mouth. One hand tugs on my balls as the other begins to jerk himself in time with the bob of his head.
I groan, threading my fingers through the dark hair on the back of his head. He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he takes me in deep, cheeks hollowing, tongue licking and swirling around my swollen tip. His pleasured moans cause my toes to curl into the hard floor beneath my feet. The sounds he’s making are like my cock is the best damn thing he’s ever had in his mouth. He swallows around me, his throat constricting around the head of my cock, and his eyes turn glassy.
“Fuck, Brayden!” I rasp, gripping his hair tighter and pulling him off me slightly. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up.”
“Good,” he murmurs before giving the head of my cock a hard suck, causing stars to litter behind my eyelids. “I want you to fill my mouth before you fill my ass.”
Jesus Christ.
He deep throats me again, and I spill down his throat, cursing his name as he swallows down every damn drop. I slump forward, gripping his shoulders for balance as a wave of light-headedness washes over me. Spots cloud my vision as my breathcomes out in short bursts. Fuck, I’ve never come so hard in my life.
“You okay?” Brayden asks, his tone hinting at amusement.
I give a jerky nod. “Just need a minute.”
He lets out a low whistle. “Damn, I knew I was good, but I didn’t know I wasthatgood! Did I almost make you see the big white pearly gates when you shot your jizz down my throat?”
I scrunch up my nose, unable to stop the choked laugh. “Brayden.”
He snorts and flops back onto the bed, his hard cock slapping his lower abdomen. “Now are you gonna let me ride you, cowboy?”
I don’t respond to his request, deciding to keep him waiting instead. Rounding the bed, I retrieve a bottle of lube and a condom from my bedside. I toss the bottle to Brayden and order, “Open yourself up for me. Let me watch you get yourself ready.”
He spreads his legs without hesitation, planting his feet flat on the bed. After coating his fingers with lube, he rubs around his rim and pushes one finger inside. He lets out a low groan, working himself open before adding a second digit. My cock is hard and leaking again by the time he sinks a third finger into his hole. I tear open the condom and roll the rubber down my length.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I instruct, my voice coming out deep and gravelly.
He slips his fingers free, and he shifts up onto his hands and knees. The position gives me the perfect view of his glistening hole. His wide-set, muscular back tapers down to a narrow waist and the roundest, peachiest ass I’ve ever seen. I want to shove my face between those plush cheeks and eat him out until he’s writhing beneath me.
But that’ll need to wait for another time.
I climb onto the bed on my knees, settling between his spread legs. Notching the head of my cock against his rim, I slowly inch inside, pausing when he lets out a gasp.
“Okay?” I ask.
“Yes, you’re just fucking huge, Jesse. I’m pretty sure your dick is the same size as my forearm.”
This guy. I swear he has no filter. And as much as I’ve tried to resist him, I really fucking like knowing what he’s thinking.
He groans, fisting the sheets tight beneath him as I slide in another inch, unable to stop my grin as his “Ohfuuuuck!” bounces around my room. When I bottom out, I give him a minute to adjust. As much as I’m eager to fuck Brayden so hard he forgets his own name, I also don’t want to risk hurting him with my size.
“You good?” I check.
“I swear, if you don’t start fucking me in the next two seconds, I’m gonna—” Holding on to his waist, I pull out and slam back into him. “—Ah! Fuck! Yessss, Jesse!” He moans.
He pushes back on me, meeting me thrust for thrust. The headboard hits the wall in a steady thump, mixing with our combined moans and grunts, my heavy balls slapping against his taint.
“You look so fucking good on my cock, Brayden. The way your hole tries to grip onto me, not wanting me to leave this perfect fucking ass,” I rasp, digging my fingers into his hips, thumbs pressing into the dimples at the base of his spine. “So fucking good.”
“Jesse,” he whimpers, back arching when I peg his prostate. “Touch me.”
“What do you say?”
“Touch me. Please,” he begs.
I reach around to wrap my fingers around his cock, the glide of my palm slick from his precome. Leaning forward, I nip his ear with my teeth and growl, “Good boy.”
He lets out a loud cry as he erupts in my hand, coating my palm and the bed with spurt after spurt of come. The squeeze of his muscles around my shaft triggers my own release, and I groan as I come for the second time within the hour.
