Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Harlow
I’m so glad Waylon let me hang out with him and Bentley today.
I didn’t grow up with younger siblings, so it was kind of nice talking to him and hearing about his school and home life.
It’s no secret he doesn’t have a stable home, but you’d never be able to tell with how kind and well-mannered he is.
I also love seeing how he looks up to Waylon. It’s easy to tell they have a special bond.
When we’re halfway back to the ranch, on some country road, Waylon turns down a dirt country road and then parks to the side. Music’s the only sound in the truck, but when I look at him, his eyes are hooded with hunger.
“What’re we doin’? This feels straight outta one of Natalie’s thriller novels.”
My heart hammers in my chest at the way he’s looking at me.
Waylon unbuckles and then leans down and pushes the lever that makes the bench seat move all the way back. Then he pushes up the steering wheel as high as it’ll go.
“Come here.”
“Whaddya mean?” I ask, unbuckling my belt—either to jump out of his truck and run because Natalie’s made me fear the worst about taking country drives with potential serial killers—or to climb in his lap. I’m not sure yet.
“You wanna experience dry humping, so come straddle my thighs.”
Oh!
“I thought you said—”
“I changed my mind.”
Well then.
I maneuver myself across the seat and then grab onto his shoulders, lifting myself over his legs. His palms grip my hips as I situate myself on top of him.
“But are you sure you still wanna try this?” he asks, his face only inches from mine.
“Yes.” I nod confidently so he doesn’t second-guess his decision. “I’ve only made myself come with my hand, so I’d like to know what it feels like with another person.”
“There’s a couple different positions for dry humping, but this one will allow you to take control of the pressure and speed.”
“Okay…” I dig my fingers into his shoulders, feeling nervous with how close we are, and still, we haven’t kissed. “So what do I do now?”
His hands squeeze my hips and he pushes me down on his erection. I swallow hard at how good it feels against my core.
“Rock against me. Use my cock like a vibrator and rub your pussy over it until you orgasm.”
Holy hell.
I should’ve thought this through before suggesting it, but I’m here now, and it’s too late to back out. Plus, I want to feel him close to me and for us to experience this together.
I just need to get over my fear of being too inexperienced for him.
He lifts his hips slightly, encouraging me to move.
“Are you gonna stare at me the whole time?” I ask nervously.
“Not if you don’t want me to. I can kiss your neck, if you prefer?”
Um…yes! I didn’t know that was an option.
“Yeah, I think that’d be nice…” I stammer.
His body moves underneath mine as he pulls me in closer and breathes softly under my ear. Then he presses his lips there and gives it a little suck. My head tilts to the side, giving him more access to put his mouth all over me.
“I’m painfully hard, Harlow. I need you to move now, okay?”
I nod, trying to get myself to stay focused on what I’m supposed to do, but it’s so damn hard with him so close and kissing the sensitive areas across my skin.
“This feels so much better than my fingers,” I confess in a whisper when we find a rhythm. My palms wrap around his neck, securing myself in place.
“It feels fuckin’ phenomenal…” He groans, his face buried in my neck. “You’re doing so good, Harlow.”
“Really?”
He releases another throaty moan, and I wonder if he’s close.
“Yes, fuckin’ perfect,” he says. “Keep goin’ until you find your release. Grind as hard or fast on me as you need to.”
My eyes float to the back of my head at how good the pressure feels on my clit.
His tight grip on my hips as we rock back and forth against each other, our shared moans echoing between us, and the way my breasts press into him have every inch of my body on fire.
I’m burning up with desire and it’s only a matter of time before I come on top of him.
He moves from one side of my neck to the other, but for whatever reason, skips over my mouth. I don’t know if it’s because he knows I’ve never kissed a guy before, but I’m seconds away from begging him to finally do it.
Put me out of my damn misery already.
It’s not like I want to share that with anyone else.
“Waylon…” I mutter his name desperately. “Touch me…please.”
“Where?”
I chicken out at the last minute. “My boobs. Under my shirt.”
He pulls back slightly until there’s enough room between us to grab the hem of my T-shirt and pull it up over my head, exposing me in only my bra.
“Fuck…” He whispers the word like a prayer. “You’re truly breathtaking.”
“Kiss me there,” I beg.
He cups my breasts, pushing them up, then slides his tongue across them. He feathers kisses down between them and then sucks in one nipple through the fabric.
“Oh my God, that’s…” My head falls back and he does it again to the other breast.
Who knew getting your nipples sucked and touched would feel so good?
“Mm, baby…keep ridin’ me. Don’t stop.”
Fuck me, he threw that word out again, knowing it’d push me over the edge.
I manage to spread my legs wider until I drop deeper onto his erection and rub my clit as fast as I can over his length.
“Good girl, just like that.” His words come out muffled between kissing and sucking, but it’s those two words—good girl—that have me shooting up like a rocket.
My fingers dig into his shoulder muscles as my legs tense and waves of pleasure rush through me.
Shivers run down my spine, my thighs quiver, and my lungs gasp for air.
Inhaling sharply, I moan through the sensations that erupt like fireworks, and moments later, I feel liquid pooling between my thighs.
“Waylon…” I breathe out his name, sated and exhausted. “That was the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.”
He pulls back, and I laugh at how swollen his lips are.
“Is my chest red now?” I ask, breaking the silence.
“Uh-huh, your neck too. I wouldn’t be shocked if you get a few hickeys.”
My hand shoots up, covering where he was. “You sucked that hard?”
“To be fair, it doesn’t take much for someone who bruises easily.”
“Hey, I’ve been takin’ vitamin K supplements for almost two months.”
He chuckles. “I know, but it takes longer than that to have an effect.”
My brows furrow, trying to remember when I told him I was taking those. I’m pretty sure I didn’t, but I must’ve if he knew about it.
Waylon hands me my shirt, so I shift my body back onto the seat next to him.
“Wait…” I say after pulling it over my head, looking down at his groin. “You didn’t finish?”
“Uh, no. That would be a very sticky mess and we still have ten minutes to the ranch.”
“Waylon! Ain’t that painful when you’re that hard?” I can’t stop looking at how big the bulge is in his jeans and how he’s going to suffer through it.
“Yeah, it’s not the best feelin’ in the world, but I’ll survive. I’ll take care of it when I get home.”
“Why don’t ya let me instead?”
I bring my hand to his zipper, but he quickly stops me.
“You can teach me.”
“Harlow, you don’t haveta do that…”
“But I wanna learn… ain’t that why you’re my teacher?” I playfully remind him. “Unless you want me to do it on a banana. I think the real thing would benefit both of us.”
He digs one of his hands into his hair and scratches his nails through as if he’s fighting with himself. “Fuck, it’s hard to say no to you when you flutter those big green doe eyes at me.”
I giggle at his confession, his voice strained and desperate.
“Is that so? I’m gonna start usin’ that to my advantage,” I quip.
“I never say no to you anyway.”
My cheeks heat at how true that is. Waylon’s been on board for every crazy thing I’ve asked of him.
“Okay, so start tellin’ me what to do.” I nod toward his legs.
“Alright.” He gets comfortable in the seat, spreading his legs wider. “Carefully…lower my zipper and unbutton my jeans. There’s an openin’ in the briefs and you can pull out my cock through there.”
I shift my body toward him and do exactly as he says, but the moment I feel how soft his shaft is against my palm, my mouth waters to taste him.
“Wow…it’s so smooth.” I stroke my hand up and down just like how he taught me during our video call.
“Slide your tongue underneath from the base to the tip and then swirl it around the top. Then, when you’re comfortable, slide your mouth up and down my length.”
It’s easier than I thought because once I get the hang of it, I don’t need his instructions.
I spit on it before I take him into my mouth again.
“Jesus Christ, baby. You are incredible at that.” His words are strained between his breathy moans. His fingers wrap into my hair and around his palm, holding it back, out of my face. He uses the tight grip at the base of my head to bob my mouth up and down the way he likes.
“Do you wanna try going deeper?” he asks hoarsely. “Only if you’re ready.”
“Mm-hmm,” I say around his cock, nodding.
“Okay, tap my thigh if it’s too much. Got it?”
I nod again.
“First, I need you to relax your jaw for me. The looser your mouth is, the more you’ll be able to take without hurtin’ yourself.”
I release the tension in my face and let it go slack until he’s satisfied I’m able to slide down deeper.
“Good fuckin’ girl…just like that, sweetheart.” He slowly moves me down a bit more. “The back of your throat feels so goddamn good.”
He doesn’t keep me there for long before he pulls me back.
“I’m so close. Keep suckin’ me and then I’ll let you know when you can back up.”
I groan out a no and shake my head.
“You don’t haveta swallow, Harlow.”
I tighten my mouth around him, hollowing my cheeks so he knows I’m doing it my way. I want the full experience.
“Shit, okay…I’m right there. Don’t stop.”
When his hand squeezes harder in my hair, I know he’s about to come in my mouth.
“Oh fuck…I—” His whole body stops moving and then I feel it—warm, sticky bursts on my tongue.