Page 40 of Barn Burner
The word slips out of my mouth without a second thought. My eyes widen as panic laces through me, my heart rate picking up speed. We haven’t had the conversation about what we are. We haven’t discussed labels. The only thing we’ve said is while we’re doing this, we’re exclusive, and in my mind, that means he’s my boyfriend.
Maybe that’s naive of me. I’m not exactly the most experienced when it comes to this kind of stuff. I’ve probably gone and put my foot in it now.
“Boyfriend, eh?” Jesse growls, and I don’t miss the way his cock twitches in his palm.
“I mean…” I clear my throat nervously. “If you want?”
Please say yes.
He reaches inside the shower and switches the water on, then turns back to the phone. He braces his hands on the countertop, like he’s bracketing me in, and leans forward. His hard cock hangs heavy between his legs, his arms providing the most eroticframe. His long, dark hair creates a curtain around his face, making his blue eyes pop even brighter under the bathroom light.
His voice comes out in a deep rumble that causes goosebumps to erupt across my skin when he says, “Boyfriend. Partner. Whatever you want to call me is fine by me, because as I’ve told you before, Brayden, you’re mine. In every sense of the word.”
A shiver travels through my body, and I reach down to palm my growing erection.
“Now, get naked, Brayden. It’s time we got a little wet.”
I scramble to strip out of my boxers as he picks up the phone and steps into the shower. He sets it on the small shelf in the corner. The angle stops at his knees, giving almost a full-body view. I rest mine against the other pillow, bending my knee to give him a better view while I jack myself and play with my balls.
“Touch yourself,” I beg.
Slowly, he arches a brow, a devilish smirk playing on his lips as he squirts shower gel into his palm and begins rubbing over his chest in circular motions. “Someone’s feeling bossy, considering the sun isn’t even up yet.”
“Jesse,” I whine. “I miss you, okay? I miss you. And your gorgeous face, and your sexy body, and your big cock.”
He snickers, then his face softens with a smile. “I miss you, too, Brayden. All of you,” he says earnestly, but then the soft smile disappears. His jaw becomes lax, a low groan spilling from his lips. My eyes drift down to where his hand is roughly fisting his cock.
“Oh, God, yes, Jesse,” I gasp, my own hand picking up speed. “Imagine it’s my hand. No, imagine it’s my mouth. Pretend I’m on my knees and you’re fucking my mouth.”
He curses, eyes rolling to the back as he gives a slight shake of his head. “Your mouth, Brayden.”
“Yes, imagine you’re fucking it.” I let go of my balls and suck my fingers into my mouth, getting them nice and wet before reaching down to my hole. I trace my fingers around my sensitive hole. I don’t have any lube with me, but just the teasing caress and pressure around my rim is enough to have me gasping for air.
“Are you close?” Jesse growls. He’s moved closer now. One hand is planted against the tiled wall, the other hastily pumping his cock. His biceps bulge, and I just want to lean in and bite them, sink my teeth into his skin and mark him.
“Yes,” I moan, easing one finger inside while I continue to jack myself.
“Be a good boy and paint those pretty abs with your come for me, Brayden.”
It only takes hearing those two words fall from Jesse’s lips to tip me over the edge. Pleasure courses through me. My toes curl into the mattress, eyes rolling to the back of my head. My muscles clamp around my finger, and I moan loudly as my orgasm hits. Hot spurts of come land on my stomach and chest. I stroke myself until my cock becomes too sensitive to touch.
Jesse’s pleasured groan echoes through the phone, and I open my eyes just in time to watch him unravel. His body goes taut as he spills over his fist. My tongue darts out, licking over my lips. I can almost taste him. I’m so desperate for him.
We stay like that for a few moments, locked in a heated stare, both of us breathing heavily as our lungs work hard to regain our breath.
“I need you. Soon,” I admit, not caring anymore if I scare him off with how needy I am for him. “How soon can I see you?”
Running his fingers through his damp hair, he pushes it from his face and steps back underneath the spray.
“I’ll try to come to the city this weekend.”
I have a game on Saturday, but I could make it work. I don’t have another game for three days, so except for practice and training, I could spend all my time with him.
And I’ll tell him the truth this weekend about my career.
It’s the last thing holding us back, and if he knows the truth, it will make things easier. We can make arrangements around both of our schedules, and I won’t have this guilt gnawing away at me anymore.
Yeah, I’m scared about his reaction, but it’s the risk I’m willing to take because I don’t want anything getting in the way of us.
