“Should I call a Lyft?” asks Luke
We’re not all that far from home, just over a mile if we cut through the park. “Nah, I’ve got other plans for you.”
18
Luke
Thenightisbalmyand breathless. I’m breathless, too. We’re walking home in the dark, hand in hand and when we’re not ducking into the shadows to steal heated kisses, Jessie’s talking. He’s telling me what he wants from me and what he’s going to do to me in graphic detail.
“I’m going to undo your fly the second we get to the park. It’ll be dark, but we’ll have to be careful. Someone could catch us. See us. Hear us. Someone could see me touching you and hear the sounds I’m going to force out of you.”
I pick up the pace, lengthening my strides and dragging him along by the hand to keep up. He pulls me into an alley and kisses me hard. The green light from the exit sign we’re standing under catches his eyes. He looks wild and free. He kisses my neck and runs a broad, flat tongue from my clavicle to my ear. His hot breath on the stripe he licked into me makes me shiver.
“I’m going to squeeze your dick through your pants. Hard. I’m going to do it so hard you’re not going to know if you want to squeal or to moan. While you’re deciding about that, I’m going to slide my hand into your pants and feel how hard you are, how you get off on the way I touch you. I’m going to push your jeans down. Not a lot, just a little, so it will be easy for you to pull them up if we get caught and have to run.”
I nod dumbly and when he kisses me again, I feel drunk from it. I breathe him in, in big, hungry gulps. The tension in my body is different tonight. It’s everywhere. It’s from the fact that he was upset today and that scared me. It’s from the fact that he told me things I know he doesn’t tell other people and that made me feel closer to him than I’ve ever felt to anyone else. It’s from the way he looked at me on the dance floor. Like I was prey, and he was hungry.
We keep walking. He’s quiet now but I can hear his breathing. It’s raspy and louder than usual. It sounds almost the same as it sounds when we go running.
It’s dark in the park. The streetlights don’t reach through the trees. We walk slowly, choosing our steps carefully until our eyes adjust. He leads me past the swings and the slide and into a small clearing in the shrubbery. I get the feeling he knows exactly where he’s taking me, and I love that. I love the fact he’s been thinking of doing this when we run through the park to the beach every morning.
He turns to me and puts both hands on the side of my face and looks into my eyes.
“Do you feel safe?”
“I’m with you, aren’t I?”
He smiles and casts a furtive eye around us before unbuttoning my fly. There are houses nearby. It’s late and most of the lights are out so it should be okay, but even though we’re partially hidden, if someone walked by on the sidewalk there’s a chance we could be seen and fuck if that doesn’t turn me on. He forces my zip down roughly and does exactly as he said he was going to do. The sudden sensation is a lot, especially after I’ve craved it for so long. I wriggle my hips, wanting his touch and finding it a little much at the same time. He likes it. He must, because he smiles darkly and slides his hand down my belly and into my pants, he cups my dick and balls in the palm of his hands and watches my face to see my reaction. The sensation is electric. It makes me tense and relax at precisely the same time. I’m so horny I know I could come just from this. All I’d need to do would be to grind myself against his hand. It wouldn’t take long. I’d love it if I was cool enough not to show how much I want him. But I’m not. I bite down on my bottom lip to stifle my moan.
“Did you bring lube?” I ask hopefully.
“Nah, didn’t think of it.”
“Well, what the hell are we doing here then? Let’s go home.” His lips peel back, exposing his teeth. I can tell he doesn’t understand my urgency, so I add, “I’m not kidding. I’m horned up, I need to get railed. I need the training wheels to come off, like you said.” He drops his chin, looking at me through dark lashes. The look in his eye changes. It’s menacing now. I take his face in my hand and run my fingers down the hard line of his jaw. “You don’t scare me, Jess.”
“I should.”
“Maybe, but you don’t. I like you when you’re sweet and gentle with me, feels good, so of course I do. But here’s the thing, I like you just as much when you’re mean.”
His eyes flash with hope and relief and then they soften exponentially, blanketed in the comforting feeling of being truly seen.
“I’m going to blow you,” he says, “and I want you to come in my mouth.”
“That doesn’t sound very mean,” I tease.
“Does it help if I tell you the only reason I’m blowing you, is because I need your load…” He pulls my pants down, jeans and underwear, in one rough tug. It almost makes me lose my footing. It definitely makes me feel unbalanced. “…want to know why I need that load, Momma’s Boy?”
I shake my head quickly from left to right. There’s something about having my dick and ass out in a public place that’s hitting right for me. I feel naked and powerless and at the same time, I’ve never felt more powerful. I feel like I exist to feel like this. Sexual and sensual. A soul and a body made for this man. Made to be in the dark with him. Made to make him feel good.
“I need you to come in my mouth, then turn around and bend over. I want you to brace yourself with your hands on your knees and relax your hole. And you better relax it real good, Lukey, ‘cause I’m going to fuck your ass using nothing but your jizz as lube. I’m going to do it hard and fast. And you,” he taps my forehead gently with his forefinger, leaving me in no doubt whatsoever that he’s talking to me, “you’re going to let me.”
He runs his finger down the bridge of my nose and across my bottom lip. My mouth drops open instantly and I tilt my head back and put my tongue out so he can see it. He strokes it with two fingers and his face disappears from view as he sinks down to his knees. He uses his mouth and his hand. He’s quick and business-like about it. He uses everything he knows about what I like to work me up into a frenzy. It’s like before when I felt like I was tensing and relaxing at the same time. I tense when he pulls back. He sucks the perfect amount, just enough to make me feel like my soul’s leaving my body, then he sinks down on me again and I relax into the soft fleshy warmth of his mouth. He’s relentless. His pace is unforgiving. I come fast, bucking into his mouth and clenching my teeth to strangle the sound that’s erupting out of me.
He gets to his feet, lips tightly shut, and raises an expectant eyebrow. I take a second to register and organize my thoughts, then I turn around and push my pants down a little more, spreading my legs as wide as I can. I bend over and brace myself with a hand on each knee, just like he told me. If I was thinking clearer, I’d probably be able to describe how I feel better. Wanton. Unhinged. Doing things I’ve never even thought of before. Doing them because I’m with Jessie and it feels like I was made to do things like this with him.
He takes me by the back of my neck and pushes me down more, I bend my knees and arch my back to give him the best access I can. He puts two fingers into my mouth. I understand what he needs, so I suck them, swirling my tongue around them to make them as wet as possible. It turns me on violently to know that the reason he’s using my saliva, not his, is because he has my come in his mouth. It was a big load. His mouth must be full. Bet he can’t taste a thing but me right now.
He puts both fingers inside me at the same time. It’s a struggle, but I like it. He moves his fingers slowly, letting me stretch. He doesn’t give me long to adjust. He pulls out and I feel a warm splash on my tailbone. Hot liquid runs down my crack and when it gets where he wants it, he pushes it inside me. He scoops it up over and over and works it into me and then he makes his dick slick with what’s left over. Despite the clear intention of what we’re doing, his thick head at my entrance feels like a shock. I clench involuntarily.
