He must feel the same way because he doesn’t bother trying to remove my underwear. Just sticks his hand down through the waistband and wraps his long fingers around my aching shaft. “Oh, holy fuck,” I gasp.
I can feel him smiling against my mouth, and I should probably be embarrassed by the way I pump into his hand, but I can’t find it in me to be ashamed. He somehow manages to wiggle out of his pants too, never leaving my lap as my hands find his perfect ass.
I squeeze gently, taking in the firm, round cheeks before pushing my hands into his snug briefs and feeling the soft skin covering tight muscle. He scoots forward, pushing his briefs down as he does the same to mine. Then the steely, silk of his cock brushes against mine. My entire body jolts with pleasure, and I nearly lose it.
His lips find mine again as he holds onto my shoulders, thrusting his hard cock against mine, both of us leaking and making it easy to glide along each other.
My head falls back, the scratchy hay bale barely registering on the skin of my back as he writhes against me. Owning me. Showing me pleasure like nothing else in the world.
His lips find my neck, licking and sucking as we rut together. “Dakota,” I gasp, my fingers squeezing the flesh of his round ass. “I’m close. Too close.”
“Let go, Gabe. I’ve got you,” he says, the head of his cock catching against mine and making my fingers dig even deeper into his ass. I know I’ll probably leave a bruise, but if anything, it just makes his hips pump faster. Our cocks slide together, my balls pulled up tight until I cry out, my entire body going rigid against his as I unleash. My cum pulses out of my cock against his as he licks and sucks on my neck until he lets out a deep moan against my sweaty, heated flesh. I hear my name on his lips as his cum joins mine, making a beautiful, sticky mess.
His body collapses against mine, and I wrap my arms around him, not ever wanting to let him go.
Holy. Shit.
“Wow,” I say because I barely have any brain cells left after that.
He chuckles, still nuzzled against my neck. “Yeah.”
“So is it too early to ask for a second date?” I ask, squeezing his butt and making him laugh.
“Definitely not.”
He pulls back to look at me, his eyes shining with satisfied wonder until we both hear a loud meow and turn our heads to look at Mavis. She does not look amused with us using her barn this way.
“Hey girl,” I say, scratching her ears.
Dakota leans his head back against my chest, his body shaking with laughter. “Maybe we should get cleaned up and watch a documentary?”
“Yeah. I’d like that,” I say, guiding his head up so I can kiss him softly again. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of kissing him.
We reluctantly pull away, using the wet wipes I brought for after-dinner to clean up and then pull our pants back on. I tug my shirt on, and so does he, but neither of us button them.
We let Mavis show us her kittens for a little bit before settling in to watch a murder documentary on the screen, cuddled up on the barn floor.
I don’t want to let him go, but when the documentary ends, we clean up, say goodnight to Mavis and the kittens, and then he walks me to my truck.
“So, good first date,” he says.
“Great first date,” I counter, and he blushes in the moonlight.
“I can’t wait to do it again,” he says, and I hear the vulnerability in what he just said. I feel the nerves, like he thinks now that I’ve gotten off, maybe I won’t come back.
Which is crazy because I’m having a hard time leaving in the first place. I lean in and kiss him softly, letting my fingers drift through his soft hair. “I’ll see you Monday.”
“Right.” He looks a little dazed as he leans back from the kiss. “Hot tub.”
“Yup.” I lean in and nip his lips. “I can’t wait to use that with you.”
The soft groan falling from his lips makes my dick jerk, trying to rally again and get back to him. “Yes, I want that.”
I grin. “I want all the dates with you, Dakota,” I say softly, kissing him.
“Me too. With you, I mean.” I smile against his mouth.
“Soon,” I say because I may not make it to next weekend, but I guess I can’t really do anything on the clock. This week might kill me.
