Garrison
My heart is thundering in my chest so damn hard, I think I might have a serious cardiac problem because I’ve never felt like this before. But there’s something about Jameson Bates I can’t let go. And now that I’ve kissed him, that’s all I want to do.
I keep going over every single second of that kiss.
Over the feel of his body and his firm lips against mine.
I’ve kissed girls before. I’ve done more than kiss them, but it never felt quite right.
I tried to tell myself I just hadn’t found the right girl and it was fine.
But when his lips touched mine the first time—even during that awkward first kiss, where he didn’t kiss me back for very long or, in reality, even at all—I knew.
It solidified every single thing I’d kept buried for so damn long. I’m gay. Totally and completely gay. And even though I don’t see a coming out party in my near future, this is something I can give myself.
I’m actually sneaking into the Bates’ barn in the middle of the night and hoping like crazy that Jameson will show up and not leave me hanging.
When I hear the door creep open, I can’t hold back the smile that takes over my face.
He’s here. He walks into the barn. The only light is the moon creeping in through a small window at the top of the barn.
He looks fuck hot, though, dressed in a pair of sweats and a white t-shirt.
He has to be cold, but he doesn’t show it.
His eyes burn with fire as he approaches me.
I want to pull his body to me, but I don’t. I want him to make the first move this time. I want him to want to be here. But instead of his lips meeting mine, he grabs my hand and pulls me toward the back of the barn.
We reach a ladder, and he climbs up, silently telling me to follow him, and there’s no way I’m going anywhere, so I climb up to the loft above. There’s nothing but hay up here, and then his hand is on my hip, pulling my body into his, right before his lips crash to mine.
Yes.
This is the feeling I’ve been obsessing about ever since that first kiss. That wholehearted sense of right that hits me right in the middle of my chest because it’s never felt like this before. This isn’t forced. This isn’t any pressure. It’s just him and me.
It just feels good, and whole, and right.
He pushes my flannel jacket off my shoulders, and it falls to the ground as his hands move to my hair, gripping hard, and I love it. I love the feeling of his hard body against mine and the dominance in his actions. Not many people can demand anything of me, but Bates can and does.
“Shirt. Off,” he says as he steps back and strips his over his head. Goddamn, he’s perfect. He’s a little smaller in stature than I am, being built for speed, but every muscle is cut and perfected from hours on the football field and from working on the farm.
I don’t hesitate, pushing my shirt up and off, letting it fall to the loft floor and ignoring the cold air around us. The barn is definitely not heated, and it’s cold outside. But as soon as his skin is smashed against mine and he abuses my mouth and feasts on it, I forget about the cold.
A deep groan rips through my throat when he bites down hard on my lip. I shove him backward, and his body meets the wooden wall. “Having second thoughts?”
“I’m so fucking annoyed you’re this hot.”
I grin at that, relishing the metallic taste of blood on my tongue from his love bite. “You can be as rough with me as you want.” I pin his shoulders with my hands, keeping his back flat against the wall. “I won’t break.”
“We’ll see about that, Dixon. You underestimate my annoyance with you.”
“It’ll soon turn into admiration, I’m sure of it.”
“Don’t hold your breath.”
I smirk, releasing his shoulders and sinking to my knees. “Don’t worry, I’m really good at breathing through my nose.”
It’s dark in here, but I can see his pupils dilate with desire as he looks down at me on my knees before him. All bravado aside, I’m fucking nervous, and my hands shake as I move them to the hem of his sweats. I’ve never touched a dick besides mine before, and I’m about to put one in my mouth.
The excitement of that trumps my nerves as I push his sweats down, deciding to just go for it, his hard cock popping out and slapping against his abs. He went commando, and he’s hard as hell, which really helps my anxious feelings dissipate. “You were ready for me.”
“Just suck it, Dixon.” His voice shakes, though, despite his angry tone. He doesn’t want to want this, and part of me hates that. I get it. I’ve been a pain in the ass, sometimes on purpose, but I still want him to be here.
“That’s not very nice, Bates.” I wrap a hand around his thick shaft and stroke once, pulling a hiss from him as he rests his head back against the wall, his throat pulled tight.
“Dixon,” he warns, and I smile, leaning it to taste just the tip, then dragging my tongue over the slit and tasting the salty precum there. He groans loudly, his breathing picking up, and I feel more powerful than I ever have before.
“Say please.” I lick a stripe from the tip of his cock down to the base and then back up again. His hand moves to my hair, gripping it tight, but he doesn’t force me forward. He’d never do that. He’s too in control.
“Dixon,” he says my last name again, the pleading there but not the words, and I don’t push him on it.
“Close enough.” I take the head of his cock into my mouth and suck, getting used to the taste and the velvety feel of his cockhead. I moan around him, and his hips buck slightly, his fingers tightening in my hair almost to the point of pain, but I fucking love it.
“Yes,” he moans, and I look up at him, seeing his head still thrown back, lost in pleasure, even though I’ve barely touched him yet.
I take more of him in my mouth, moving up and down, gagging a couple of times because that fucker is long.
But I keep going, tears running down my face and my mouth stretched.
I’m determined to give him the best blowjob he’s ever had.
“Fuck, Dixon. Yes.” He’s breathless and desperate.
I can feel him holding back from thrusting into my mouth, and I reach around, gripping his tight ass with one hand while I use the other to grip the base of his cock, sucking him in and out of my mouth and stroking him as I go. I want to see him let loose.
I want Jameson Bates to be totally gone for me in this moment.
“I’m going to come,” he gasps, and I suck harder, gripping his ass and pushing him forward.
I wasn’t prepared for the amount of cum and nearly choke on it, but I manage to swallow it down right before his cock spurts again, unleashing more of his release into my throat.
I swallow and then lick his cock, teasing the tip and getting every last drop before he pushes me back, and then pulls me up to him, slamming his mouth against mine.
“Holy. Shit. You taste good,” I say, thrusting my aching cock against him, seeking relief as we kiss. Even if he doesn’t touch me, though, this would be the best night of my life.
But he doesn’t leave me hanging, undoing my jeans and pushing his hand into my briefs, encircling my shaft with his hand and teasing the head with a twisting motion that makes me pant.
“Yes. So close.”
He jerks me with a steady hand, his mouth devouring mine with the same commanding attitude he’s always had, and I thrust shamelessly into his grip.
My cum spills over his hand and into my underwear, but I don’t give a fuck.
I thread my fingers through his hair and pull him into me with a bruising kiss as we both pant and try to catch our breath.
But all too soon, he’s releasing me and grabbing his t-shirt off the floor, pulling it on. He tosses my shirt and jacket to me as I do my best to fasten my jeans, the cooling cum in my underwear already sticky and uncomfortable.
Please don’t say you regret this already. I will him not to reject what we’ve done as he pushes a hand through his hair and gazes over at me. “I need to get to bed.”
Okay, that’s not regret. “Yeah. I have a test tomorrow in history.”
“Me too.” He nods and yeah, it’s kind of awkward. I can still taste him on my tongue but can’t come up with anything else to say.
We climb down the ladder silently, and he pushes open the barn door. “Be quiet getting out of here. Don’t wake my parents.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. I parked a ways down.” I point in the direction of the gravel road where I parked. And I swear for a moment, there’s a small look of concern on his face, but he pushes it away.
“See ya around, Dixon,” he says with a playful smirk that shocks the hell out of me and nearly stuns me stupid. It’s so fucking pretty, that smile.
“Yes, you will.” I wink and then take off before he heads back to the house.
Yeah, we are so doing that again.