Chapter 1 Liam #2
He licks all around the head of my cock before taking me to the back of his throat as deep as he can, gagging around my dick.
I think he can’t possibly be hotter than at this moment, but when he pulls back, and his spit trails from his mouth to my dick, I realize I had the thought too soon.
He’s looking up at me with those big hazel eyes, full of need and want and love.
The sight is breathtaking, just like him.
There’s no way I can wait any longer. I pull him back up to his feet and give him another quick, sloppy kiss before bending him forward against the wood beam again as I move behind him. “Still good?” I check.
“I’ll be better when your cock is inside of me,” he sasses, and I kick his feet wider.
I spit on his hole once more, coat my dick with the oil, then line the head of my leaking cock up with his entrance, smearing the precum, oil, and saliva around. “Remember what I said.” I grunt as I start to slowly push in. “You’re going to be leaking my cum all the way to Vegas, baby.”
He nods eagerly, trying his best to push back on my cock, but I steady his hips, going at my pace.
I spit again as I slowly bury myself all the way inside of him.
His cry of pleasure echoes in the barn, but now that I’m all the way in, I don’t wait as I pull back and thrust forward again and again.
The sound of my hips slapping against his ass is so loud and dirty in this big, empty space, it’s obscene.
Blake’s taking me so well. “Such a good toy for me,” I praise again as I fuck him relentlessly, reaching for the rope still tying his hands behind his back.
“Want me to untie you so you can finish yourself?” I check, and of course, he immediately starts shaking his head.
“No. Need you. Touch me, L,” he begs. I reach my hand around to palm his neglected cock, stroking him as best I can with my thrusts. As much as I’d love to tease him and draw this out, I took my time prepping him, and we do need to wrap this up before my best man could accidentally walk in on us.
“Come for me, Blake,” I order firmly as I smack his perfect ass.
His body tenses immediately, like that was all he needed to hear, and his cock pulses as he comes all over the barn floor, spilling some on my hand.
I pull out of him and quickly lather my cock in his cum before sliding back into him with ease.
I thrust a few more times, but the clench of his ass is my undoing, and I fill him with my release.
“Ugh,” Blake grunts. “That was so dirty and perfect. Now I can go to Vegas happy.”
I breathe against his back, staying inside of him as I catch my breath.
“I’m going to pull out. You better hold my cum in your ass,” I whisper against his ear as I untie his wrists, softening dick still inside of him until he nods in agreement. He shakes his wrists out, and I kiss the back of his neck while he nods.
When I finally pull out, I watch my cum start to leak from his ass, and I use two fingers to scoop as much of it as I can to press back inside of him.
“Clench, Blake,” I command before bending down to pull his pants up over his hips and reach around the front to button them, giving his ass a possessive pat. “Ready for Vegas now?”
“Yes.” He leans back into my shoulder, completely blissed out. “Totally worth it.”
I lean forward and kiss him after pulling my pants up, too. I love this man with every single cell in my body, and I’m so excited that we’re going to be celebrating our love on our own terms this weekend.
“Alright, because I made you get on this dirty floor to suck my dick, you can go shower and say goodbye to your chickens while I take care of the rest of the chores. But you better go put a plug in your ass. I meant what I said about keeping me inside you the whole way there.”
“Fuck yes,” he exclaims. “You’re the best. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, baby.” I laugh and slap his ass as he starts waddling toward the house, clenching his ass cheeks together still. “Oh, and don’t forget to collect the eggs when you say bye to your babies!”
He gives me a wave in acknowledgement, and as soon as he’s out of the barn, John walks in, and I can tell by the look on his face that he’s been standing outside long enough to have heard way too much.
“You assholes finally done? We have a flight to catch,” he says dryly.
I wipe my hands on my jeans. “Timing could’ve been better, man. Are you early?”
“Nope,” he deadpans, his brown eyes holding my gaze with an unimpressed stare.
“I should’ve just met you at the airport.
” He might look like he’s permanently pissed off, but I know he isn’t actually mad at me.
John and I have both been through a lot, and I know he appreciates my friendship just as much as I do his.
“And leave your motorcycle in a parking lot in the city all weekend?” I challenge.
“Fine. Good point. You almost ready then?”
“Uh…” Shit, I still have to do the rest of the chores.
“Actually, could you help me finish the last couple of things? I’ll fill all the animals’ water, if you could just fill their feed?
The food bags are all in the back of the four-wheeler, you can take it around and dump it in so my dad doesn’t have to lift the bags over the weekend. ”
“On it,” John says as he heads to the four-wheeler. He’s helped out quite a bit around here, so he knows how everything works. Him moving back has been great, and I’ve really enjoyed how much time he’s spent on our farm, hanging out and even helping when we don’t ask.
I’ve always considered John to be my best friend, even if our friendship is absolutely nothing like Blake and Chad’s.
Although, I’m not sure anyone has a friendship like theirs.
They’re the most unhinged, nothing-is-off-limits best friends I’ve ever seen for two grown men.
Even Kieran, who’s really close with his high school best friend, Olivia, has nothing on Chad and Blake.
With their complete lack of boundaries, I’m sure people have assumed they’re a couple even though Chad claims he’s only attracted to women. But I never want to assume, and we all know how that turned out for Blake, so…
I grab the hose and fill all the animals’ water, following in John’s tracks.
As soon as I’m done, I run inside to take a quick shower, change out of my dirty clothes, and grab my bag.
When I’m finally ready, I find John and Blake over by the chickens with Lucky, so I throw my stuff in the car then head over to them.
“Oh, come on! I know you’re so excited,” Blake is saying to John, who huffs.
“As long as I don’t have to sit next to Chad on the plane. Or anywhere else this weekend.”
Blake’s face scrunches in confusion at that. I’m also a bit confused by John’s comment.
“Wait, what’s wrong with Chad?” Blake asks. “He’s great!”
“He’s just so happy all the time. It’s unnatural.
And he’s been texting me every day for weeks about this trip,” John grumbles, rubbing his tattooed hands over his beard.
“Full paragraphs with emojis. I put him on Do Not Disturb and don’t respond, and he still doesn’t stop.
I can only imagine the five-and-a-half-hour plane ride with him. ”
I bite back a laugh at John’s complaints about Chad, knowing how much John appreciates quiet. They couldn’t be more opposite if they tried. “He’s just excited. You’re both the best man for each of us.”
“Yeah, I bet you’ll get along better in person. It’ll be fun! Maybe Chad will even wear you down, like I wore this one down,” Blake says with a wink.
I highly doubt that, but who knows? It is Vegas after all; you never know what might happen.