Page 35 of Left In The Dark

“Nothing. Allow me. You’ve done enough on your own today. Let me take over for a bit. You’ll feel better after I do.”

His skin vibrates when I shove a hand up his shirt. Rubbing his back, I use my other fingers to undo his jeans. Once unbuttoned and unzipped, they slide down with little effort, right along with the silk panties he’s wearing. They’re a light pink, complementing his pale complexion.

Blake pushes his ass back and I move my hand away, earning me a whine. “I told you not to move. If you want to hear that magic word that comes after good, you’d do well to listen.”

“I won’t do it again.”

“Good.”

A tremor runs through him. His legs spread apart as I slide my fingers along the inside of his thighs, hovering closely to his balls. Soft everywhere. My tongue pokes out of my mouth, wanting to feel it too. Wanting what my hands are getting as I shove the tips of my fingers between his cheeks. My thumb brushes over his dry entrance and I push at it more. His back arches and he moans.

“What if people were to drive by and see you right now? With your pants down and you offering your ass to me?”

He scratches at the hood and makes unintelligible sounds, writhing needily as I circle his wrinkled skin.

“So fucking slutty. What if Hayden showed up right now and saw us? What would he think? You think he’d hate you for choosing me over him?”

“I don’t know,” he says between heavy panting.

I free my erection from the confines of my clothes and rub my head over each of his fleshy mounds. He presses himself harder to the car, eyes squeezing shut. “What would your dad say? You think he’d be proud you were letting some poor farmer’s son have his way with you outside for everyone to see? Would Mommy stand up for you this time?”

He cries out, rubbing his open mouth along the hood. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“I don’t know.”

“You keep saying that when I think you do. You can say what you’re thinking to me, Blake. It’ll stay between us like this.”

“I want to come,” he pleads. “It hurts. Please let me come.”

“Not yet.” Spreading his cheeks, I spit on his quivering hole and rest my cock between them, succumbing to the warmth as I buck my hips. I hold his sides, sliding my hands down to his globes to hold them tightly together as I fuck faster. My skin creates friction with his and he’s like silk against my throbbing cock.

We moan together and I lean over his body, whispering in his ear. “Any part of you can be made into a place to slide my cock into, and I can’t wait to show you how.” I nibble at his ear and his eyes leak, face distorted. My skin heats, muscles tightening the more I chase my pleasure. As I’m struck with my orgasm, I pull back, stroking myself to completion all over his cheeks and thighs. He lays limp, burying his face in his arms.

I continue milking myself, covering as much of him as I can with tiny white drops. I haven’t come since the last time we saw each other, so I have so much to give. “You did so good for me. Let me use you as long as I need. So, so good.”

He exhales sharply. “I did?”

“Yeah. Like a good boy.”

His breath catches and he smiles, eyes half lidded.

“So much, you get to come.” I blow hot air on the back of his neck, rubbing my cum into a random part of his skin and then having him lick the remnants off my fingers. “This Saturday, that is.”

His eyes widen and his head jerks back. “What? That’s so long.”

“Yes, and if you can last until then, I’ll make you feel better than anyone else ever has.”

“Saturday,” he says quietly, as if trying out the word for size, and he shakes his head. “Why not now?”

“Because I said Saturday. That’s why. Unless you don’t want to, because if that’s the case . . .”

“I want to.” His words rush out. “I can wait.”

“No getting yourself off before then either.” I grin. “And no seeing your friends.”

He lifts himself up, reaching for his pants. “That’s crazy, and even if I don’t see them, they’ll still show up where I am, or ask to.”