18. Taylor
Taylor
Say the word, and I will leave you alone.
Maybe I should run.
I probably shouldn’t be messing with another man. Didn’t I learn my lesson the last time?
This probably won’t end well for me.
But the thing is, I’m so turned on. I feel so wound up and desperate for release. Within two months, I’ll be back in San Francisco. Back to charity galas, and country clubs, and the carefully crafted life my mother expects me to live.
Back to being the version of Taylor who pretends he’s no longer attracted to men.
Reaching down, I fiddle with Jude’s belt. For once, I want to stop pretending. Out here, no one knows me. No one expects anything from me. I don’t have to deny my body what it so desperately needs because my secret will remain here.
Jude brushes his knuckles against my jaw, erasing the remaining doubt in my head. Looking up, I meet his cautious stare. “I don’t want you to leave me alone.”
His expression softens. “What do you want?”
“You. All of you.”
The corner of his mouth lifts with a smile, and then he kisses me again.
It’s rougher this time. Passionate. His tongue presses past the seam of my lips, demanding entry.
He grips a handful of my hair, licking inside my mouth.
God, he’s a good kisser. I cling to his forearms, surrendering to every deep, ferocious stroke of his tongue.
He sucks my lips and kisses the base of my throat until my dick screams for freedom from my pants.
Grinding on his thigh, I try to soothe the ache.
It’s not enough. I want him buried so deep that I forget where I am.
I’m on the verge of begging when he lets me go and walks over to where bags of grain are stacked. He sits down, eyeing me with a look that sends a thrill right down to my toes. “Take your clothes off,” he orders, his voice ragged, eyes burning with something fierce. “Slowly.”
I’ve never done a strip show for anyone before, and at first, it feels awkward.
But the more clothing I remove, the more his eyes darken, and the more confident I feel.
The outline of his dick thickens as I slide my boxers over my hips.
He groans and gropes himself. He stares as if he’s never seen a naked man before.
“You are so fucking gorgeous.”
“Thanks, I guess?” I try to smile, but my balls are aching.
He jerks his head. “Come here.”
Four quick steps bring me to him. He grabs my waist and pulls me closer.
Pressing his face to my stomach, he sniffs my skin, then plants a gentle kiss right there.
Tingles cover my arms and neck. I run my fingers through his hair.
His lips slowly form a circle around my belly button, and I moan when he licks inside it.
My back arches as he leisurely swirls his tongue around, tasting my skin.
“Fuck,” I pant.
Jude hums against my flesh, giving my navel one last lick before kissing along my V-line.
He stops short of the patch of blond curls that point straight to my rock-hard dick, earning a whimper of protest. But he doesn’t notice.
His eyes are shut, hands reverently exploring my skin. “So fucking soft,” he whispers.
My breathing hitches. He strokes the curve of my ass, running his fingers down the back of my thighs and legs.
I bite back a whimper when he caresses my inner thighs, teasing my balls with the tips of his fingers.
His movements are still reverent, almost as if he’s trying to commit my body to his memory.
And I’ve never been so turned on.
But then he wraps his fist around my dick and... holy shit. My entire body shudders. “Oh, God.”
“No.” He tilts his head, smirking up at me. “Just me.”
I start to laugh, but it comes out in a moan as his callused hand glides up and down my shaft. God, I missed this feeling. So much better than my own hand. Better than porn. Better than fantasizing about another man touching me.
“Spread your legs.”
His voice is deep and low, thick with lust. I comply. “Good boy,” he rumbles.
I’ve never imagined getting off on being called a good boy before, but it leaves goosebumps everywhere. Jude hums with approval. He spits on two fingers. I bite down on my bottom lip as he slides them along my butt crack. Fuck, that feels good. My stomach caves.
“Tell me.” He teases my hole with his finger, his fist slowly working my length. “How long has it been?”
I’m already drowning in too much pleasure to remember. “Too long,” I pant, my hips jerking, thrusting, seeking more friction.
“Good.”
My eyes snap open. “Good?”
He stares up at me with an expression I can’t exactly read. It’s a softened, focused gaze, almost as if he’s seeing right through me. “Selfishly, I’m glad no one else has had you in a while. Feels like I get to be your first all over again.”
A warm sensation spreads throughout my stomach. Jude is exactly the kind of man I’d want to be my first. Instead, it was a roommate in college with the experience and self-control of a rock. It was terrible. So, I don’t mind a do-over.
“And if it gets too much, let me know. Understand?”
I nod, another flood of affection filling me. “Understand.”
He presses and rubs a little harder on my hole, gauging my expression. “I’m okay,” I whisper.
My response seems to assure him, and he gradually works his way past the tight ring of muscle. A dark gleam settles in his eyes. His chest expands. “Fuck... I can’t wait to fit myself inside this snug little space.”
Hell, I could come simply from that visual. He slides in deeper, stretching me. A whimper of pleasure bursts from my mouth. My grip tightens on his shoulder blades. “And I can’t wait to see the look on your face when I enter you,” he goes on.
The anticipation is already killing me. My asshole clenches around his finger, aching for that thick organ straining the front of his jeans.
But I make myself content with what he’s doing to me because it feels so fucking amazing.
He fucks me slow and sweet, stroking my cock from root to tip.
Pre-cum lubricates his motions. A groan vibrates in my chest as I rock into his hold, chasing his touch. I’ve never felt pleasure like this.
But then he adds another finger, and oh my fucking God in heaven. “Jude...” I suck in a breath, eyes rolling into my skull, body undulating. “Holy fucking shit.”
He growls in response, curling them inside me. I bite down on my lip, tasting blood. A feverish burst of desire erupts in my stomach, spreading to every inch of my body. “Fuck, what are you doing to me?”
“Showing you what you’ve been missing,” he murmurs, twisting and thrusting his fingers, pumping my cock. “Convincing you to stop denying yourself.”
And with those words, he plunges deeper, fucking me harder, pushing me toward the edge. It’s so fucking hot. So delicious. My shaky moans bounce off the barn walls as I thicken and throb in his grip.
“Oh fuck, I’m so close,” I pant, riding his fingers, chasing what already feels like an incredible release.
“That’s it, baby.” He strokes me faster, his eyes as dark as midnight, voice dripping with pure, raw lust. “I want you to come so fucking hard for me.”
The sexy tone of his demand and that endearing word are enough to shatter me completely. I buck and slide through his grip, losing every ounce of myself. “Oh God Jude… oh God…”
“Fuck…” He watches in awe as what looks like an endless flow of cum spills through his fingers as I ride out my climax. “It really has been too long.”
I can’t respond. I’m too busy catching my breath, slowly descending from that incredible high. A high that is already so addictive. Already, I want so much more.
Jude wipes my semen from his hand, then removes his jacket, laying it on the stack of grain.
He then takes mine off the floor, laying it there, too.
“On your back,” he orders, and I climb on top, lying down on the makeshift bed.
Jude removes his shirt as if it’s on fire.
Or maybe it is on fire. Because fuck, he’s hot as sin.
The other word that comes to mind when I look at him is powerful.
His physique is shaped by long days of physical work on the ranch, not the gym.
His shoulders are wide, tapering into a solid chest. A faint dusting of dark hair stretches across his pecs, narrowing into a trail that disappears below his waistband.
The visible ridges of his hard stomach shift subtly as he moves.
Everything about him radiates quiet, dependable strength, as though his body were built for protection.
Protecting someone like me.
There goes that dip in my stomach again.
He steps out of his jeans in a rush. His boxers soon follow, revealing thick, muscly thighs that could probably squish my head, and a rock-hard organ that steals every ounce of my breath.
I’ve seen his dick before, but here in the light of day, it appears so much bigger.
A perfect proportion of length and girth that makes me wonder if I’ll be able to walk when he’s done with me.
Jude catches me gaping. He grins, reaching for his pants on the floor. “Don’t worry, it will fit.”
He fishes a condom from his wallet. I wet my lips as he slides it over his shaft. I don’t know why the thought of my insides being rearranged turns me on, but I’m already getting hard again.
“Mhm…” Jude eyes my growing cock. “Someone’s greedy.”
He moves between my legs, pulling my knees up, yanking me to the edge. “If it gets too intense—“
“I will.” Although I’m positive I won’t tell him to stop. I’ve been abstinent for too long to walk away from what might be the best sex I’ve ever had.
But even with that thought, my heart still races in my chest. Nervous beats flutter against my stomach as he grips the back of my knees, his swollen tip nudging my ass.
He looks up at me, his eyes smoldering with something dark and wicked, something that tells me I won’t be the same when we’re done.
My back arches as he slowly, carefully enters my body, his hooded gaze boring into mine.
I don’t dare to look away. For a moment, I don’t even dare to breathe.
He’s so thick, so hard, stretching my flesh and leaving me feeling so deliciously full.
We both groan when he buries his entire length inside me.
My body shivers even while a heatwave covers my skin, seeping warmth into my system.
A healthy flow of blood surges to my dick.
Jude’s jawline clenches, his fingers digging into my skin. “Jesus fuck, you’re like a fist.”
The agony on his face, the way his body shudders, that slight roll of his eyes intensifies my pleasure. It’s incredible seeing him unravel like this, knowing it’s all because of me.
But then he starts moving, obliterating every coherent thought in my head. He slides back, then presses forward, fucking me deep and slow with a rhythm that makes me want to tear my hair out.
“Ah, so good,” he groans, spreading me wider, thrusting deeper, wrecking me and confirming that I’ll never be the same after this. I can’t imagine living without some version of this pleasure he’s giving me. It would be cruel to keep denying myself.
The conviction sets in even more when he adjusts me onto my side, throws my leg over his thigh, then fucks me like he wants to leave a mark.
I moan and whimper, clawing at anything I can get my hands on.
I beg him not to stop. He takes my plea so damn well.
A pleasure-soaked daze surrounds me as he bottoms out, repeatedly hitting that perfect spot until I completely combust again.
“Jude, fuck…fuck.”
“Fuck yes.” He slaps my ass, riding me straight through my climax. “Say my name. Take my dick.”
“Jude, oh shit.” I curl into myself.
“Oh yes, baby.” His dick pulses inside me, thickening. “I fucking love your tight little ass. So perfect. So addictive. So… fuck!”
His body vibrates as he pounds my hole, chasing his own release. It’s loud and raw and almost never-ending. His fingers leave a sweet sting on my skin. He soon collapses behind me, his breathing hot and heavy, his arm sliding around my waist.
“Amazing,” he murmurs, and then he kisses the back of my neck, leaving tingles everywhere.
And I’ve already decided that I want more of this, at least until I leave. Two months. I’m going to give my body exactly what it’s been craving.
Fuck the outside world.