I manage to spread my legs wider until I drop deeper onto his erection and then rub my clit as fast as I can over his length.
“Good girl, just like that.” His words come out muffled between kissing and sucking but it’s those two words—good girl—that has me shooting up like a rocket.
My fingers dig into his shoulder muscles as my legs tense and waves of pleasure rush through me. Shivers run down my spine, my thighs quiver and then my lungs gasp for air. Inhaling sharply, I moan through the sensations that erupt like fireworks, and moments later, I feel liquid pooling between my thighs.
“Waylon…” I breathe out his name, sated and exhausted. “That was the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.”
He pulls back, and I laugh at how swollen his lips are.
“Is my chest red now?” I ask, breaking the silence.
“Uh huh, your neck too. I wouldn’t be shocked if you get a few hickies.”
My hand shoots up, covering where he was. “You sucked that hard?”
“To be fair, it doesn’t take much for someone who bruises easily.”
“Hey, I’ve been takin’ vitamin K supplements for almost two months.”
He chuckles. “I know but it takes longer than that to have an effect.”
My brows furrow, trying to remember when I told him I was taking those. I’m pretty sure I didn’t, but I must’ve if he knew about it.
Waylon hands me my shirt and then I shift my body back onto the seat next to him.
“Wait…” I say, after pulling it over my head, and looking down at his groin. “You didn’t finish?”
“Uh, no. That would be a very sticky mess and we still have ten minutes to the ranch.”
“Waylon! Ain’t that painful when you’re that hard?” I can’t stop looking at how big the bulge is in his jeans and how he’s going to suffer through it.
“Yeah, it’s not the best feelin’ in the world, but I’ll survive. I’ll take care of it when I get home.”
“Why don’t ya let me instead?”
I bring my hand to his zipper, but he quickly stops me.
“You can teach me.”
“Harlow, you don’t haveta do that…”
“But I wanna learn… ain’t that why you’re myteacher?” I playfully remind him. “Unless you want me to do it on a banana, I think the real thing would benefit both of us.”
He digs one of his hands into his hair and scratches his nails through as if he’s fighting with himself. “Fuck, it’s hard to say no to you when you flutter those big green doe eyes at me.”
I giggle at his confession, his voice strained and desperate.
“Is that so? I’m gonna start usin’ that to my advantage,” I quip.
“I never say no to you anyway.”
My cheeks heat at how true that is. Waylon’s been on board for every crazy thing I’ve asked of him.
“Okay, so start tellin’ me what to do.” I nod toward his legs.
“Alright.” He gets comfortable in the seat, spreading his legs wider. “Carefully…lower my zipper and unbutton my jeans. There’s an openin’ in the briefs and you can pull out my cock through there.”
I shift my body toward him and do exactly as he says but the moment I feel how soft his shaft is against my palm, my mouth waters to taste him.
