Chapter 23 #2
Humming, I drag my tongue in a lazy path across his dick.
“You smell like…unhurried mornings. When the sun is slowly rising and everything is quiet.” I lick another path over the head of his cock, tasting precum.
“The world is washed in lilac and lavender, green and gold. The air is so thick you can smell life all around.”
Benson drags in a breath I can see in the rise of his chest. His voice comes disjointed. Roughened. “Rain…clouds?”
“Yeah,” I say around a smile. “After it rains? It’s my very favorite time.”
“Remi…”
“I know. Put your hand on my cheek, Ben.”
He does without question, his cock so hard he doesn’t need to warn me he’s close.
I suck him back between my lips, angling my head to rub his cock against the inside of my cheek.
Benson lets out a rumbling groan, his lips parted and dazed eyes trained right on me.
I rub his cock purposefully against my cheek again, against his palm, before sucking him down.
Benson’s hips buck, his leg kicking out and scattering wood shavings. His moan is loud enough to wake the inhabitants of the barn, a couple of the goats bleating in bleary confusion. I don’t let up, not until Benson allows himself to fall with a punched-out groan.
I suck every ounce of him down, my own cock hard and aching. Benson drags his thumb over my bottom lip, where his cock is still resting. I dip my tongue against his slit before letting him pop free.
Kissing his thumb, I offer a smile. “I think Snickerdoodle is judging our nighttime activities.”
Benson snorts, the pony’s huffing audible. “Christ, Remi. I lose my senses around you. I’ve never…”
“Had sex in a barn?” I suggest. “I haven’t, either, if it makes you feel better. Apparently, I’m no better than my brothers.”
“No, I…” He laughs lightly. “I’ve never had sex outside a bed, period. That was…”
“A whole lot of fun.”
“Yes,” he agrees. “And freeing.”
My smile is huge as I tuck Benson back into his underwear. “Maybe next time, we’ll have some saddle butter.”
He pinches his lips together, trying not to laugh. “What can I do for you, Remi? Anything.”
“It won’t take much,” I admit. “There’s some paper towels in the feed room I could jerk off into. Or…”
He nods at that or. “Come in my mouth.”
“Are you sure?”
Benson huffs, straightening up and helping hike up his pants. “I know I have some aversions. But your meat is one kind I don’t mind swallowing.”
I bark a laugh that causes some disgruntled clucks from the chickens. “Oh, Ben. You are so very good to me. Up on your knees. If that’s okay?”
He’s already moving, his hair a riotous mess as I stand before him. He tugs me a step closer, his thumbs inching up under my shirt so he can press a kiss to my lower stomach. I brace a hand on the post above his head, the wood surrounded by chicken wire.
There’s no hesitation as Benson frees me from my pants. His hand is warm, his grip wide. He sinks his face against my hip, breathing me in, before he turns his head and mouths my cock.
“Ah, fuck, Ben. I am so, so close.”
His eyes flash up to mine as he licks the head of my cock. With his tongue out, he strokes me from root to tip as if encouraging me to come within his mouth.
“Are you trying to break a record?” I ask, my abs clenching when he locks his lips around me and sucks. “Christ, I’m addicted to the way you touch me. The way you feel. The way you suck me. It’s written across your face how much you love this, and God, Ben, that’s the sexiest fucking thing.”
Benson signs my name with his hand. ‘Remi?’
“Yeah?”
His hands slip very purposefully around to my ass as his cheek rests against my cock. “Just wait until I fuck you.”
I don’t have a single second to gawk at Benson before he’s back on my cock, stroking and sucking with perfect pressure.
His tongue clamps underneath me as his cheeks hollow, and I’m gone, spurting down his throat with a disbelieving moan turned laugh.
I feel so light I could float away, like dandelion wishes on the breeze.
Benson’s thumb strokes over my hipbone as he cleans me off, his eyes pinging up to mine. I’m not sure I’ll ever forget the sight. Benson on his knees for me with a proud smirk lifting the corner of his mouth.
I pick a wood shaving out of his hair as he carefully zips up my pants, chivalrous as ever. He rises with a low grunt of discomfort that has me clamping my mouth shut.
“You’ll understand one day,” he tells me solemnly.
I grab the back of his neck, tugging him close. “Kiss me, Ben.”
A broad hand slips into the hair at the back of my head as Benson’s lips meet mine. He’s warm, his mouth comfort, the kiss tasting of us. When he leans his forehead against mine, his voice is ragged. “You said you like that, right?”
“Being fucked? Very much. Are you promising to fuck me so good we wake the rest of the ranch?”
His chest shakes in a chuckle. “Anything you want.”
My sigh is soft. “Such a good boy for me, aren’t you, Ben?”
I’m not surprised when he doesn’t answer. The flush on his cheeks is telling enough.
As Benson sets to work straightening out the wood shavings we sent awry, I stop by the feed room and grab a Gatorade from the mini-fridge, as well as some hand sanitizer.
“Thirsty?” I ask, offering him the drink.
“Sure. Thanks.”
Benson takes a few sips before passing the bottle back to me. I swallow down a mouthful while Benson cleans his hands. Once done, he reopens the episode of Antiques Roadshow he queued up earlier. Since the eggs still haven’t made any progress, I settle next to him.
“By the way,” I start, “we agree to never speak a word of this to my family, right?”
Benson looks mortified as his gaze swings my way. “Remi… Do you think I’d voluntarily tell your dad, or your mom, or your older brothers that I asked you to give me a blowjob inside a barn that doubles as my workplace?”
I bite my tongue. “It was certainly mutual. The blowjobs, I mean.”
“That doesn’t help.”
“Honestly, it’d probably be worth it to see their expressions,” I muse, if only to mess with him. “I’m guessing it’d be very similar to how you’re looking at me right now.”
“Because I don’t have a death wish,” Benson says emphatically, his hands cutting through the air with equal vigor. “Your family knows things, Remi. I’ve seen Jackson’s ranch schedule. There’s time blocked off for castrations.”
My laugh bubbles up from deep within my chest, Benson’s gaze warm and soft as it drops to my smile. “I promise… I’ll keep your balls safe.”
He does his best to look put-out, but he lays a hand on my leg to tug me closer, his other holding the phone so I can see.
And that smile on his face? It’s not going anywhere.