19. Kai
Chapter nineteen
Kai
Hayes talks about how his beard feels softer a day later, despite not putting anything on the hair, and I find myself zoning out to the timbre of his deep voice.
I’m well aware that falling asleep two days in a row has kept me from an orgasm with the sexy man, and now his voice washes over me like sex on legs.
“Is that good, Kai?” Hayes asks, and I have a feeling it’s not the first time he’s tried to get my attention.
It’s not my fault he is somehow making a sweaty camo shirt and cowboy hat look like the hottest thing since… I don’t know. Fire?
“Uh, yeah. You’re good.” Clearing my throat, I reach up to feel Hayes’ beard without thinking. “It is softer.”
Now it is Hayes’ turn to blink at me. I follow the movement of his tongue as it darts out to wet his lips. His hazel eyes bore into mine and I can see he is also feeling the loss of my exhaustion from the past two nights.
Tucking my phone into my pocket, I take Hayes’ hand and drag him back around the building. There is something inside I need to see, because I have an idea. Stopping short once we’re in the shade of the barn, I gesture to the golden stacks.
“Care for a roll in the hay?” I ask lasciviously.
“That’s straw,” Hayes replies in a low voice as I step closer, still holding his hand.
“Is there a difference?” I ask, trailing a hand from his beard to his neck. “I want to make out with you on it.”
“Well hay is for eating, straw is for bedding,” Hayes starts and then stops. “Oh.”
“Yes, oh. So what do you say, Farmboy?” I go up on my toes and pull his lower lip in my mouth, giving it a soft suck before letting him go. “Want a roll in the straw?”
Instead of answering, Hayes captures my mouth.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I practically climb his body.
Hayes grips my ass firmly and steps back.
The stacks of straw are up to his height in some places, but seating height in others, and I let out an umph when he tilts back.
I go with him, straddling his lap and grinding into the hardness I feel through his tight jeans.
Hayes groans into my mouth and urges me on. I want to strip him bare, but the straw is unexpectedly spiky and rough on my bare knees. I can’t imagine that Hayes wants it on his ass.
“Don’t stop,” Hayes pants as I grind down on his erection with mine.
My cock may end up sore from rubbing against him, but at least my underwear are nice ones with soft fabric. Still, there’s no way I’m stopping. “Can’t.”
A thick finger traces my crack through two layers of fabric and I moan, arching into the touch. I feel Hayes thicken against me at my reaction. “Do you want me to touch you there?”
“Yes, please,” I beg, starting to reach down to help.
Hayes stops my hand and puts it back on his neck. He holds up his first two fingers and I take them in my mouth, sucking like I would his dick. He pulls the glistening digits out and grins. “I’ve got you.”
Lifting my waistband with one hand, Hayes slithers his rough palm under the stretchy fabric. I tremble in his arms as a wet, callused finger trails along my crack and down to my hole. He taps a finger there and I almost sob with relief.
“Want you. I want you there. Inside.” I’m stuttering and mumbling as he presses the tip of one finger past the first ring of muscle.
In all my travels, I haven’t had as much sex as I expected, and my hole has been sorely neglected.
“More,” I beg again, knowing it will burn and welcoming the sensation. “Yesss!”
“This what you need?” Hayes grunts, pushing his finger deeper and making me cry out when his knuckle grazes my prostate. “That’s right, let me hear you.”
Thrusting my hips forward onto his cock and back on his finger has me turning into a sweaty, blubbering mess.
Hayes is making my come undone with one finger and some dirty words, and I am here for it.
He stretches me out and adds a second finger, the string of them together passing quickly into pleasure.
“Want your cock there,” I blurt out when I think about something thicker filling me.
“Fuck,” Hayes curses and uses his other hand to help my thrusting. “You going to come for me, Hawai’i?”
“Y-yes,” I cry out right as my orgasm races from my tightened balls, into my belly and up my spine as I come in my pants. My body shakes and shivers through the aftershocks as the hot cum cools.
Hayes is breathing hard, and I know he has to be in pain from all the friction of his dick against the back of his zipper.
Slithering down his body until I’m on one knee, I open his belt and jeans, allowing Hayes’ thick cock to spring free.
The wet tip is peaking out of his foreskin, begging to be played with.
Memories of the first time we hooked up try to rush in from months ago, but I’m focused on bringing Hayes to orgasm in the here and now. Using both hands, I grip his base and squeeze up, lapping at the precum he expels.
“Stop teasing,” Hayes practically growls, laying a heavy hand on the back of my skull, emphasizing our size difference and making my dick twitch. “I wanna come on your face.”
“Yes, please,” I agree, finally taking him fully into my mouth. I groan at the weight of him as my lips stretch wide.
He has an amazing cock, and I want to swallow every drop. Still, he said he wants to come on my face, and who am I to say no when it sounds hot. Most men don’t ask, but I like being prepared.
“You really want me to fuck your tight little hole?” Hayes asks, and I hum on his cock in agreement. “Damn,” Hayes curses again, likely imagining the sight, and I feel his balls pull up tight below my hand. “Coming!”
His warning is at the same time his dick twitches on my tongue, and I pull off just in time to close my eyes. I leave my mouth open, feeling hot spurts hit my check, my chin, and my tongue. Hayes is panting over me, and I open one eye that feels clear of his release.
Licking at my chin and lips, I swallow down what can and let out a little giggle. “Don’t suppose you have an outdoor shower?”
“Shit, no. I have a hose on the side of the barn,” Hayes tells me, and then I see him reaching into his back pocket. He pulls out a red, paisley handkerchief and methodically cleans me off. “There. That should do until we get to the house.”
“Thank you,” I purr, pushing on his thighs to straddle Hayes again. Reluctantly, I hover my lips over his. The man just fingered me to orgasm then came all over my face, but I don’t know if he’ll kiss me with his release on my tongue.
Hayes doesn’t make me ask, pulling me in and kissing me deeply. Our kisses before were frantic where this one is slow. Languid. He takes his time thanking me right back without words.
This farmer and his mix of rough and tender is going to spoil me for other men.