Chapter 12 #2
Finally, Ben and Mom stop talking, and we walk over to Dad and Halle. They’re sitting down, catching up, and I can tell it’s serious by the look on both of their faces.
As we get close enough, I finally hear Dad saying, “You’re getting a divorce, quit your job as a teacher, and now you’ve dyed your hair pink. Halle, what are you doing, honey? You’re a thirty-two-year-old school teacher, not a bartender. What are you doing to yourself?”
Oh, hell no. Nope. Time to end that shit right the fuck now.
My eyes dart around the room quickly, hoping to find someone to help me cause a ruckus. Aunt A is nowhere to be found, and Rhett looks happy, so a fight with him doesn’t feel right either, but then I see someone perfect for the job.
Cash Thornwood.
I slide my arm from Mom’s and hurry over to Cash.
“I think you wanna dance, Cash—liven this place up.”
He looks at me, confused. “The fuck? Mom and Aria are coming out with food any moment. I don’t want to dance…What’s your deal?”
I cut my eyes over to where Halle is now being grilled by my dad and mom. “She needs a break from all the questions. Please. Dance with my sister, dude.”
His eyes follow mine and land on Halle. Immediately, he nods. “Yeah. Fine. I’m on it.”
Before I can get another word out, Cash is heading over to find the phone connected to the speaker system and a microphone.
“Hey, everyone! What are we doing here?This won’t fucking do, not on my birthday. Grab a drink, and let’s dance.”
Dropping the mic, he grabs a beer before heading over to Halle and extending his hand for a dance.
You’re a good man, Cash.
As they make their way to the center of the barn, Luke and his wife follow suit, then Mom and Dad. After a few minutes, everyone is dancing and twirling around—having a great time.
It dawns on me then that everyone is busy, so I take the chance and run while I can.
Sneaking out the side door, I go around the corner and behind the barn.
The sun is low in the sky, giving the last bit of light for the day, while the faint thumping of music and laughter floods out the barn so it’s not too quiet.
Taking a fresh pack of cigarettes out of my pocket, I slam it against my palm before opening it and lighting up.
I lean into the wood against my back, closing my eyes. I let the smoke fill my lungs until I feel like I’m going to explode before exhaling.
The nicotine high takes over, my body buzzes, and I enjoy the temporary weightlessness I feel.
The cigarette is pulled from my mouth, almost knocking me off-balance, and my eyes fly open.
Rhett is standing there, with my half-smoked cigarette hanging from his lips as his eyes roam over me.
Fuck, if that doesn’t make me want to ruin him all over again.
Cocking my brow, I keep my tone indifferent. “Can I help you, Rhett?”
His rebuttal comes swift and direct. “You’re not the only one who needs a break from everything, Colton.”
“That might be the most honest thing you’ve ever said to me. I’m impressed.”
Scoffing, he bites back, “I’m a fucking honest person, Colt. I’ve told you what I feel and how I feel, you just can’t accept it.” He takes another drag of my cigarette and I want nothing more than to replace it with my cock.
“Oh, really, Golden Boy. I can’t accept it? That’s rich.” Pulling myself away from the wall, I plant my feet in front of him. “I didn’t see you running when your dick was in my mouth, or when I kissed you last night. So, let’s try that again.”
Blowing smoke into my face, he stays silent as I inhale it all. My mouth forms an “O” shape and his eyes drift to my lips as I push out the smoke, creating a couple of rings that land in his face.
“Nothing? That’s what I fucking thought. You will always be in your own way for no fucking reason, other than pride. At least I can be honest that I fucking want you. I want you so bad it hurts.”
As I step back, he grabs me around my neck, closing the gap between us and tossing the cigarette to the ground. Our lips clash and his fingers thread into my hair while I dig my fingers into his hips.
While our tongues stroke against each other, he backs me into a wall. Then he groans and pulls back, pupils blown.
“This means nothing.”
His words spur me on. I’m fucking sick of his bullshit. I don’t need anyone else to know if he’s not ready, but I want the truth. He could at least be honest when it’s just us.
“I’m not a fucking piece of meat, Rhett. I’m a person, just like you. If it means nothing, like you say, then walk away. I won’t chase you this time,” I challenge, waiting for him to release his hold on me.
He stays silent, a war raging in his head.
Making sure I’m not being cruel, I speak softly. “I’m tired of the lies, Rhett. Either you want me or you don’t, but we both know the truth. You just need to be honest with me.”
His fingers loosen in my hair, and I brace for the fight to come.
Come on. Man, the fuck up. Be done or don’t.
Just pick.
“I’m not supposed to want to be with a man—it isn’t right. So, why can’t I stop this.”
My eyes widen a fraction, and I feel like the cat who caught the canary.
“Get on your knees. Now.”
“I can’t.”
“Don’t make me ask again. Get out of your head and just be here, with me.”
His hands slip from my hair, and I let his hips go as he sinks to his knees in front of me. My fingers find his chin, and I angle his face to look up at me. Uncertainty fills his face.
That won’t do. Let’s bring that fire back.
“I told you last night that you’d beg for my cock. So, go ahead. Beg me to put my cock in your mouth.”
I smirk, as something darker flickers across his face.
“No.”
“Beg for my cock, cowboy. Beg, and I’ll give it to you—teach you how to take me down that pretty throat.”
Looking down I see his cock throbs against his jeans, and my cock responds immediately, straining against my pants.
“P—” He stops, and I think of ways to push, because he’s not fucking running. Not now, when he kneels so fucking pretty for me. “Please.”
Good. Now, again.
“Sorry, one more time. It’s so sweet to hear it fall from your lips.”
We lock eyes, my fingers digging into his chin.
“Please.”
As if something snaps when he says that word, his hands slide up my thighs to my belt.
Placing my hands over his, I stop him. “We do this my way, not yours. All you have to do is be a good boy and listen. Now, undo your jeans and take your cock out for me.”
He moves slowly, undoing his belt and zipper, sliding down his boxers and jeans in one fluid motion, while I undo my belt and button, sliding my zipper down and letting my cock spring free of my jeans.
My piercing catches the light, glistening, causing his eyes to widen in hesitation.
“No, don’t do that. Do not panic. You’re going to take it all and look so good doing it for me.”
Huskily, he asks, “What is that?” His hand drifts down to his own cock, jerkily stroking it, his hand sliding up and down.
“It’s a piercing, Rhett. Now, open your mouth for me, while you stroke your own cock. Keep your hands on yourself for now.”
Hesitating only for a split second, he opens his mouth.
If only everyone could see who their golden boy really is. Seeing him on his knees so willingly, frays against the restraint I’m desperately trying to exercise.
Fisting my own cock in one hand, the head shining from the pre-cum I’m already leaking, I grip his chin in the other.
“Open your mouth a little bigger—I’m not a small guy—and lay your tongue out flat.”
He obeys the command, and I guide my tip to his mouth, slapping it against his wet tongue.
The sensation sends a jolt of electricity straight to my balls.
Gripping my base tighter, I slide my cock into his warm mouth, stretching it wider to fit me.
His nostrils flare from the intrusion and his hand works up and down his cock a little faster now.
Letting go of his chin, I run my fingers through his hair, scraping against his scalp.
“That’s it, cowboy. Breathe through your nose.
” He exhales heavily. “Good boy. Just like that. I’m going to push in further now.
You just need to keep breathing through your nose and keep stroking that cock for me. ”
I whisper praises, raking my fingers through his hair, sliding further in, trying to seat myself fully in his warm mouth.
Fuck, he feels like a dream.
The moment I hit his throat, panic flares in his eyes and he tries to pull back. Cupping the back of his neck to keep him in place, he thrashes against me.
“Breathe. You’re doing so well. You’re going to take all of me, now.”
Sliding the rest of the way in triggers his gag reflex, and I groan as he swallows around me, gagging around my cock. Tears spring in the corner of his eyes.
Fuck it. I have to ruin him.
I pull out of his mouth and he coughs, sputtering and gasping for air.
“Now that you know what I feel like, I’m going to fuck your mouth. You’re going to take me and stroke your cock for me. Do you understand?”
He looks up, nodding briefly before opening his mouth again. I shove back into his mouth, hitting his gag reflex again.
“F-fuckk …” I groan out.
The feeling of him choking on my cock causes me to pulse before pulling back.
Pistoning my hips forward again, I set a punishing pace, sliding my cock in and out of his mouth.
“Suck on me—hollow your cheeks out like you’ve got a sucker in your mouth. Do it each time I push in.”
Groaning at the way his mouth tightens around me, I grip his hair harder, tugging at the roots.
Drool drips down his chin, mixing with his tears, as I shove my cock past his lips over and over.
We’re both groaning and panting, lost in the moment.
The sight is intoxicating—seeing him unravel just from sucking me off.
Moaning around my cock, the vibrations shoot to my balls again like lightning.
“That’s it. Keep taking my cock like the good boy you are. Such a fucking whore, stroking yourself for the relief you crave just from having me in your mouth.”
The pressure builds, and I fight it, trying to make this last, needing him to come, too.
“I’m so fucking close. But you’re going to come with me.
Hollow your cheeks out more and take a big breath, you’re going to need it.
” I watch my cock disappear past his lips over and over with his hands wrapped around his cock and tugging at his balls, chasing the same release I am.
He begins to shake a little, groaning around me.
Snapping my hips faster, pushing harder, I chase my own release now.
He groans before coming all over his own hands, and the sight pushes me over the edge with him.
Shoving my cock down his throat, I empty my cock.
He gags over and over, tears streaming nonstop now, as my warm cum fills his cheeks before slipping out of the corner of his lips.
“Swallow me down. All of it.”
He strains, fighting the urge to swallow over and over until his cheeks are deflated. Only then do I pull out his mouth.
Breathing heavily, we just stare at each other, the reality setting in for him.
Not willing to let him sink into regret, I trace my fingers over the cum that leaked out, gathering it and shoving it back into his mouth.
“You don’t want to miss any, Golden Boy.”
He swallows around my fingers, causing my cock to twitch.
I sink down the wall until my ass is planted on the ground in front of him.
We’re both flushed, and there’s cum all over his hands, not to mention, tears and spit all over his face.
Taking off my flannel, I hand it to him for him to clean himself up with.
The chill does nothing to cool the heat in my chest.
He nods in appreciation as I tuck my dick back into my jeans, smoothing my clothes out like I didn’t just get blown by Rhett fucking Thornwood.
Once he cleans up, he tosses my flannel to the side and straightens his own clothes out before sitting next to me. Our shoulders touch, but neither of us say anything.
Rhett clears his throat, then says, “I won’t deny what just happened, but no one can know. I’m still very confused on what the fuck just happened.”
“So, you admit what’s happening is real for you.”
“Yes. I can admit that I liked it … Can that be enough for right now.”
“Yeah, Thornwood. That can be enough for now.”
The change between us is foreign, but I welcome it. While I enjoy his fight, it’s easier for us both if he at least admits what we have is real.