Page 30 of Barn Burner
“Do we need to feed the horses?” I ask, curious as to why we’ve stopped here rather than at his house.
“Yes, but there’s also something I want to show you,” he replies.
I follow Jesse inside the barn, and he closes the door behind us. We walk through the back end of the barn, and Jesse leads me up a set of narrow wooden stairs. The smell of hay becomes more prominent the higher I get. It’s completely dark, and I pat my foot around when I sense I’ve made it to the top step. Then there’s a quiet click, and a small lantern lights up the space. I glance around at the stacks of hay bales as Jesse begins to organize some of them, almost creating a seating area.
“Are we having a picnic?” I ask.
Jesse shakes his head.“No, but I need you to take a seat for me.”
Feeling all sorts of giddy, I take a seat on the edge of one of the bales and watch as he opens one of the hatches in the roof. The window frames the clear night sky, almost like a postcard decorated in stars.
“Wow, look at that,” I say under my breath, peering up.
“Nice view, eh?”
“Amazing,” I agree, then avert my eyes to look at him. “Gorgeous.”
One corner of his mouth hitches, and then he’s heading back toward the staircase.
“Stay here. I’ll be back in a sec,” he says, then disappears down the stairs, the sound of his boots against the wooden slats echoing through the barn.
Leaning back against my elbows, I tilt my head to look up through the open hatch and listen to his deep murmur as he says something to the horses. Their responding huffs and snorts make me smile.
After a few minutes, his heavy footsteps return, along with the rumble of his voice when he calls up, “Close your eyes.”
Grinning, I do as I’m told and shut my eyes. “Not gonna lie, this whole secret thing is really turning me on,” I say teasingly.
“Mhm” is his response.
A prickle of awareness travels over my skin when he takes the final step. There’s a rustle of material, like he’s just dropped something next to me. The scent of his aftershave overrules the scent of hay, and my cock instantly thickens behind my zipper.
“You know I love it when you edge me, Jesse, but it’s taking everything in me not to open my eyes, knowing you’re right there,” I confess, widening my legs slightly.
“You can open them now,” he replies, and nothing could prepare me for the sight when I open my eyes.
My jaw drops as Jesse stands in front of me. My eyes trail down his bare chest, illuminated by the small lamp. His thumbsare hooked into the belt of his black chaps sitting low on his waist, and his cock hangs heavy between his legs.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, sitting upright to get a closer look. “Holy shit!”
“Is this what you were thinkin’?” he asks, dipping his chin toward his chest and looking at me from beneath the brim of his hat, looking like a fucking dream.
“Holy shit,” I repeat for the third time. I’m pretty sure my brain has short-circuited. All the blood and brain cells have gone rushing to my cock, now painfully hard in my jeans. “Jesse… I… You’re… Fuck.” I swallow roughly. “You’re a fucking masterpiece.”
His lips kick up in a smirk as he moves closer, his length hardening under my stare. He stands between my spread thighs, and my tongue darts out to wet my lips. I peer up at him and ask, “Can I touch you?”
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t, Brayden.”
Lifting my hands, I smooth my palms up the leather covering the front of his solid thighs. The way his cock twitches only inches away from my lips has saliva pooling in my mouth, but I resist tasting him. For now. I curve my hands around his hips, letting out an uninhibited moan when my fingers meet the warm, bare flesh of his ass cheeks. I knead the hard muscles and press my face into the crease where his thigh meets his groin, taking a deep inhale of his scent.
“Fuck, I don’t ever want to let you go,” I murmur, trailing my tongue along the delicate skin near his pubic hair.
“So don’t,” he rasps, curling his fingers into the hair on the back of my head.
Lifting my head slightly, I look at him from beneath my lashes and wrap my lips around the head of his cock. He takes in a sharp breath, those icy eyes darkening with arousal with every second that passes. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I takehim deeper into my mouth, swirling my tongue and swallowing around him. I suck on his balls, licking a path up the underside of his shaft before taking him deep. He moans, all gruff and growly, gripping my hair so tight it’s almost pinching my scalp.
“Brayden,” he grunts. “You wanna ride a cowboy?”
I lift my head, leaving a trail of saliva when I release him. “Fuck yeah, I do.”
