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LIAM
“Are you suuure you don’t want to come with us?” Blake asks my dad for the hundredth time. “We can still buy you a ticket, Wyatt.”
Blake and my dad have basically become best friends ever since Blake stayed with him months ago. It fills my heart that he’s finally experiencing the parental love that he’s been without his whole life. My dad loves Blake and his never-ending shenanigans just as much. I think the life we’ve made for ourselves would’ve made my mom really happy too.
“No, no. You guys have fun; you don’t need me slowing you down,” my dad gently dismisses Blake, again. “But listen, I need to run to the store to get more feed for the chickens, so if you guys are gone by the time I get home, have a great time. I’ll see you Sunday when you’re back.”
“Thanks, Dad. Love you,” I say, but Blake doesn’t stop there.
“Bye, Wyatt, I’ll miss you. Be sure to give all my chicken babies cuddles the next two mornings. Oh! I should go say bye to them all, and the cows, and the goats. Are we sure Jolene is where she should be? Oh, god, how much time do we have before we have to leave?” Blake looks at me, panicked, as if he hasn’t been planning this bachelor party with Chad for months and doesn’t have every detail of the loosely crafted schedule memorized.
“Blake, baby, we still have a decent amount to do before we leave. Can we do one final goodbye to all the animals at once?”
“Fine,” he huffs.
My dad laughs. “No problem. I’ll grab Lucky’s dog bed from your house too. Even though I’m sure she’ll be sleeping on my pillows.”
Blake is back to beaming at my dad, nodding. “Yes, she loves that. God, she’s so cute. Thanks for watching her!”
I can’t help but laugh; my dad absolutely spoils our dog. “Thanks, Dad. Really, for helping this weekend. I know you’re supposed to be retired now.”
“Oh, nonsense, you know I’m happy to step in and help whenever you need. You boys have fun. I’ll see you later,” he says, walking toward his car, waving as he drives away.
“So, what’s on this long to-do list? Me?” Blake asks suggestively, wagging his eyebrows at me.
“You are so damn horny even when I’m sweaty and covered in dirt.” I laugh. “But no, we can wait till we’re in Vegas tonight. We’ve still got to fill the water reserves for all the animals, make sure their food is full enough for the weekend, and still collect all the eggs since someone didn’t want to get out of bed this morning.” I shoot a pointed look toward Blake, but there’s no heat behind it. He’s a snuggler, and there’s no way I could be mad about that. This morning, he’d begged for five more minutes repeatedly, and I’m a sucker for him, so I let us sleep in later than I should have.
“L, come on, please? We can be so quick. I can’t go to Vegas without coming first. Especially with how hot you are right now. That’d be torture! You can’t torture me on my bachelor party weekend, which has technically started.”
“Are you forgetting it’s alsomybachelor party weekend, too, B?”
“No, of course not, it just means we should be having all the sex.” Blake pouts. God, he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. He’s so damn sexy when he begs, we really do have shit to do… but, as usual, I don’t know how I could possibly turn him down.
“Fuck it,” I decide aloud. “But we have, like, twenty minutes before John will be here, so if I’m fucking you, we’re doing it right here, and you’re going to be stuck with my cum leaking out of your ass for the whole drive to the cityandthe entire flight to Vegas.”
“Oh fuck yes. That’s hot!” Blake quickly agrees,already looking more visibly relaxed. “Tie me up to this barn post and have your way with me, Sir.”
“Jesus, you’re really on something today,” I mutter before stalking over to him and cupping his jaw. “You know where to put your hands.”
He obeys instantly, moving them behind his back. The trust he gives me and what we’ve worked up to over the last several months has been better than anything I could’ve dreamed up. I grab the almond oil Blake initially got to help support the animals’ hair growth or something—not sure why they need shinier hair—but we’ve also discovered it’s a decent lube alternative. Unsurprisingly, this isn’t the first time Blake has begged for sex in the barn.
I move to find the softest rope we have and stand behind him to tie his wrists together, cinching it tight enough that he’s at my mercy, that he’s aware of just how much control he’s giving me, but not enough to actually hurt him.
“Remember your safe word?” I prompt as I grab his roped wrists and guide him so he’s standing right in front of one of the support beams in the middle of the barn.
“Clementine,” he breathes. “Now get me naked or John’s gonna get a show. Who knows, maybe he’ll be into it.”
I attempt to ignore his comment about John being turned on by us fucking, but I can’t hold back the annoyed, almost growling sound that escapes my throat at the thought of anyone but me seeing Blake like this as I step up behind him.
I lean forward, mouth close to his ear, and growl, “No one gets to see you like this butme.” I bite his earlobe as my six-foot-three man whimpers, then add, “You’re mine.”
I smirk as I reach around to the front of Blake’s jeans to unbuckle them. His erection is obviously straining against the front of his pants, and I yank them down along with his boxer briefs in one swift motion. His cock springs free like every part of him is truly desperate for my touch, and the thought of him needing me like that gives me such a rush, no matter how many times I’ve seen him begging like this for me.
“All tied up and waiting for me to touch you. Is this what you wanted, Blake? To be fucked like a cheap toy in the middle of a barn?” I tease in a low voice.
“Yes. Please,” Blake whines as he wiggles his ass back toward me. Blake has definitely claimed the bottom position between the two of us, and I don’t mind it at all. Every once in a while though, when he’s feeling especially bratty, I like to remind him that I can still be in control while I ride his dick, and he makes it very clear how much he enjoys that too.
