Front Porch Fellatio
COLT
One minute, I’m kissing Lainey’s wrist. Mostly because she smells so good here.
Also, it’s one of the places she’ll let me kiss her.
The next, Lainey’s grabbing my shirt and hauling me to my feet. She’s pushing me into one of the rocking chairs by the door. The force of my fall nearly sends the chair keeling over.
Lainey catches me, though, putting both her hands on the armrests to steady me. Her face is a breath away from mine.
Lemme kiss you for real, honey.
There’s this tenderness in my chest right now. Lainey may avoid vulnerability like the plague, and usually I do too. Tonight, though…
Tonight feels different. Maybe because I imagine I’m safe with this woman? Even though logically, I know that’s total horseshit. Hooking up with an employee who just so happens to be much younger than me and my son’s favorite person is about the most unsafe thing I can think of.
But her comment about my anger. And the way she let loose in the house, no fucks given. There wasn’t a fake bone in her body tonight.
I find that wildly, indecently attractive. Hence my enormous hard-on.
A searing rush of need gathers in the head of my cock as Lainey meets my eyes and moves her hands to my knees. She spreads them, then kneels, hooking a finger in the waistband of my sweats.
Sweats? Fuck me. Next time, I’m gonna be in jeans at least. Kills me not to be a little more dressed up for her.
Next time, maybe I take her out. Isn’t that the way this is supposed to go? Treat her to a nice meal, have some fun. Get to know each other a little bit better.
After tonight, I’m pretty sure we’re not really enemies anymore. Question is, where does that leave us?
I wanna tell Lainey that she didn’t do anything wrong. It’s the anger and the exhaustion and the shitty-ass stuff I’ve been through that have me acting some kind of way at work.
She opens her mouth when she cups my bulge. “I’ve been dreaming about this. Finally touching you. How big you are…”
“Gonna be too much?”
She smirks, curling her fingers around my girth. She gives me a firm tug through my sweats, and I see stars. “Nah. Shouldn’t be a problem.”
I brush the hair out of her face. “Why do I think you’re going to be good at this?”
“Because I’m good at everything I do.” She tugs my sweats down.
I lift my hips to help her. When she pulls my cock free from the slit in my briefs, I nearly start howling again.
“You’re so pretty.” She’s throwing my words back at me as she wraps her hand around my length, thumbing my head with a softness and ease that makes my chest contract.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I groan. “Can a guy be pretty like that?”
“Absolutely.” Her certainty of this is a serious turn-on. “You feel like velvet. Everything’s proportionate. Just the right size. And this right here”—she thumbs my precum—“it’s gonna taste good.”
“Show me.” I cup her face. “Show me how good you think I taste.”
Her eyes stay locked on mine as she lowers her head. My brain fizzles, then flatlines completely when she kisses my leaking tip. Her lips feel warm and soft, and I have to close my eyes to keep my body in check.
I wanna go slow with her.
I also wanna mercilessly fuck that filthy mouth of hers until she chokes. I’ve been on edge for what feels like a small eternity.
Really, since we met that day in Dad’s offices.
But I’d like to think I’m a gentleman first, animal second.
She calls the shots.
She opens her mouth a little and presses the flat of her tongue against me. My hips jerk, the need for release coiling to an almost painful degree.
I watch, heart hammering, as she tastes. No, savors is a better word for the way she laps me up, lips and tongue impossibly soft and hot as they explore me.
Pressing her lips to the underside of my head, she hums. “Good?”
I hold on to the armrests for dear life, trying not to come. “Not good. The best. I’m—how do you feel—”
“About swallowing?” Those lips curl into a grin. “I feel pretty great about it, actually.”
I’m dying.
I’m dead.
I’m never letting this girl out of my sight again.
“So you’ll let me come in your mouth, but you won’t let me kiss you there.”
Lainey sucks my tip into her mouth. My balls contract at the way her cheeks hollow out. Letting me go, she replies, “Nope.”
“That makes no sense.”
“Colton, none of this makes any sense. Let’s just roll with it, yeah?”
I can’t help but laugh at her use of my, er, most used word. One of them anyway. Even if my first thought is, honey, I haven’t kissed someone in a long-ass time, and I’d love to feel the butterflies again. Just once.
Just so I know I’m not totally numb.
“I just want it noted that I like—fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.”
She’s curling her hand around my length while taking me in her mouth at the same time. She gives me a squeeze, then a tug, and sucks on my head. Hard.
Then she takes me deeper.
Deeper. Head bobbing enthusiastically, like she’s actually enjoying this and not doing it just to check off a box. This is all so obscene: my dick in her mouth, the taste of her cunt on my tongue. Her hair falling in her face as she dips. Comes back up. Dips again. Faster this time.
Best.
Head.
Of.
My goddamn life.
I don’t worry about turning her off because I know her now. She likes to be pushed. Likes a challenge.
So I continue our lewd streak and slide my hand into her hair, cupping the back of her head.
“You suck dick like you mean it.” I don’t recognize my voice. It’s dark, singed, like my vocal cords have been raked over hot coals. “Can you go a little deeper, honey? Impress me with what you can do?”
Her eyes are fierce as she bobs down deep. I hit the back of her throat.
I grit my teeth, moaning. “You make it real fucking hard not to come. But Imma make you work for it. You ready?”
She gives me a look. Show me what you got.
I cup the back of her head. Then I push her down. At the same time, I rock my hips and watch, heart in my throat, as her mouth and jaw and throat open to take me.
She gags. I go still. Wait for her to pull back. Tell me it’s too much.
Instead, she looks me in the eye and bobs down again. Gags again. Tears leak out of her eyes.
Her mouth is so hot and so soft and so tight. A searing bolt of need rips through me, and I can’t breathe.
“Aw, baby,” I murmur, wiping the tears away with my thumb. “I’m gonna come down your throat. I’m gonna come. Be ready.”
I’m not ready. Not for this to end. Not for the fallout.
Because there will be fallout. This is too good. Too…intimate, as much as that word makes me wanna cringe. We’re not kissing. But we are baring parts of ourselves that we’ve both kept hidden up until now.
I’m gonna want more. More head, sure, but more secrets too. Because when she shares her secrets, I feel safe to share mine too. And that sense of safety, of being known, makes me feel…
Less ashamed.
Less alone.
Lainey gives my shaft a tight tug as she sucks on me. Her strokes become faster. I rock my hips, fucking her mouth in earnest.
She doesn’t so much as blink.
“You said you swallow”—I moan—“so you’d better fucking swallow it all, yeah? Don’t make a mess.”
She’s already made a mess of you, and you know it.
My balls contract. Light shoots up my length, and I spill into her mouth while biting back a shout.
Fuck. My God. Baby. Lainey. Yes.
Lainey gags but swallows. Deep gulps that I feel everywhere. My entire being throbs in time to her throat as she works to take me like she promised.
Girl keeps her promises.
The orgasm splits me clean in half. My chest floats. My legs are dead weight.
Lainey, being the overachiever she is, swallows the last of me, then slowly pulls back, stopping to comfort my tip with a swipe of her tongue before she releases me.
“That”—she kisses my tip now, licking her swollen lips—“meet your swallowing standards?”
A ticklish sensation fills my chest as I laugh. Butterflies.
She falls back on her haunches, a happy, almost bewildered look in her eyes.
I should run.
Instead, I take her face in my hand and run my thumb over her bottom lip. “You’re somethin’ else, Dallas.”
“Fort Worth.”
“Right.” I dip my thumb inside her mouth. My body may be wrecked right now, but my blood still jumps when she sucks on me. “Yes. That was…extra.”
She laughs, her eyes going wide as she pulls back, my thumb falling out of her mouth. “Extra?”
“In a good way. A great way.”
“You do taste good.” The woman has the audacity to lick one side of her mouth, then the other. Like she’s searching for crumbs. “For the record.”
Next thing I know, I’m stuffing myself back inside my sweats and saying, “Friday. I’ll get a sitter. The Rattler. Sally’s band.”
Who am I?
What is happening?
Why don’t I want it to stop?
Lainey’s lips part. “Colton?”
“Yes.” I slip my hands underneath her arms and help her up, rising to my feet too. I glide my hands down the length of her forearms, curling my fingertips so that they catch on hers.
“Are you asking me out on a date?”
“Honey.” I step forward, melting my hips into hers. “I haven’t been on a date in so long I couldn’t tell you the answer to that question. But I’d like to take you out. Show you around town.”
She’s looking up at me, her brow scrunched. “If I say no?”
“You’ll be missin’ out.”
I shouldn’t tangle our fingers. I shouldn’t be touching her at all. We both got what we needed.
Except I haven’t gotten my fill of Lainey apparently, because I can’t stop touching her. Our fingers twine, and I hook mine through hers so that our palms are flush.
“Going on a date with my almost boss would not be very professional of me.”
“How dare you not be perfect for five seconds.”
She gives my hand a squeeze. “Hey. Did I not just…er, get very messy with you?”
“You did.” I squeeze back. “I liked it. The Rattler is the best spot in town to get messy if you wanna do it again.”
“Okay.” Her eyes dance.
Scoffing, I tilt my head. “Don’t sound too excited.”
“Don’t want you getting a big head again.”
She looks at me, lips twitching. I look back. Something…soft and lovely passes between us.
“Do we have inside jokes now?” I ask.
Her teeth come down on her plump bottom lip. “That happened fast.”
“No shit,” I manage.
I can’t ask her to stay over tonight for a hundred reasons. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to.
My system is flooded with her. The way she smells and how her hair falls in her face and the sound of her throaty, unguarded laugh.
More.
More of this openness. This connection.
“Pick you up at six?” I’m overly aware of my lips. How I’d like to press them to hers. “Frisky Whiskey comes on at eight, but figure we could grab a bite beforehand. Maybe take a drive.”
But seriously, I don’t know who the fuck this man is. The one making a solid plan for a solid night out with an incredible woman.
A woman I’m still determined to hate during the workday, by the way.
Gotta pump the brakes somehow. Once she’s finished her job, she’s going back to Fort Worth or whatever other fancy place she wants to end up in.
A woman as smart and ambitious as she is wouldn’t be caught dead in a small town like Hartsville.
Hating her is an act of self-preservation. I already lost someone who meant a lot to me. I’m not sure I could survive that again.
I figure Lainey and I can date and still keep things casual. Why not have a little fun while we can? Surely she’ll be gone long before I’ll have time to do something as stupid as fall for her.
Surely.
“I’d like that.” Then Lainey surprises the shit out of me and presses a kiss to my cheek. “Promise me one thing.”
“Name it.”
“No cigars. Or dip.”
“Dip?”
“I saw that ring in your back pocket.”
“You mean my nicotine patches?”
She blinks. “That’s what that was?”
“Dip is gross. That’s one bad habit I never got into.”
“Thank God for that, because I’m one more you just added to the list.”
I realize we’re still holding hands. My heart beats thickly inside my chest.
“You’re not bad. You’re real. And clearly that turns me on in a big fucking way.”
The expression on her face changes. Not in a negative way. She just looks emotional.
Show me.
Tell me.
I want to know everything.
“Thanks for saying that,” she says at last. “And thanks too for tonight.”
“Welcome anytime.”
She finally drops my hands, then moves to grab her bag. I follow her down the steps to the driveway, where her Volkswagen is parked.
I feel sick to my stomach watching her climb inside the car and start the engine. She can’t fucking stay, but it still feels wrong to let her go.
She rolls down the window. I put a hand on the car’s roof and lean in a little. “But seriously, text me when you get home?”
“I will.” She looks up at me, the half-moon reflecting in her eyes. Another pause.
It hits me that maybe she don’t wanna leave either.
“I’m glad you came,” I murmur. “Pun intended.”
She grins. “I’m glad too.”
“For the record, honey, I really wanna kiss you right now.”
Her gaze flickers. “You keep saying that.”
“I mean it. Will you let me? On Friday? If I behave?”
Scoffing, she puts the car in gear. “I make no guarantees. Who knows? Maybe I’ll be totally turned off seeing you dance.”
“I’m actually pretty decent.”
“I don’t believe that for a second.”
“Honey, these hips don’t lie. You saw me ride. I’m well-versed in how to move ’em.”
“Pun intended?”
“What would that pun be?”
“You know, you use your hips for…”
Laughing, I straighten. “You’ll see how good I am at that too. Night, Dallas.”
“You’re the worst.”
“But the best at eating you out.” I give her a look. “Tell me I’m lying.”
Rolling her eyes, she smiles. “Good night, Colton.”
When you gonna call me Colt, honey?
I stand there in the driveway, barefoot, hands in my pockets, and watch her leave.
I stand there for a while, body ringing with an ache I don’t wanna name.
Only when I start to shiver do I head back inside.