Chapter 10
TEN
MILES
“Holy shit,” I breathe out as I watch Collin pull down his zipper and navigate his cock out of his jeans.
His hard cock.
His hard, pierced cock.
The tip of his dick is still red and swollen, as if he only just got it done hours ago, and there’s a silver beaded stud running through it.
Fuck.
Kayla moans under her breath, continuing to rub against me before looking at him with a sly smile. “Had to go ‘run errands’ today, huh?”
Collin’s jeans drop entirely, and he steps out of them. My eyes stay locked on his hard length, and I don’t even have it in me to be embarrassed over it.
It’s gorgeous.
I’ve daydreamed and masturbated to what a perfect cock may look like—only to finally see it.
Collin blushes and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “Not how I thought me surprising you would go.”
Before she can comment, I lower myself to my knees, shocking both of them into silence. I grip Collin’s leg with my right hand, and with my left, I bring it up to grip the base of his cock lightly.
Collin moans at my touch and moves to grip my shoulder. “Careful.”
I pout.
Freshly forty-five years old, and I’m pouting over not getting to suck Collin’s cock. As if it were on my to-do list all day, rather than the current situation of I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing but here we go.
“Dawww,” Kayla teases. “Look, baby. Our cowboy wanted to thank you for how good you did last time.”
I feel my face heat, but I definitely don’t deny it.
I guarantee I would have already tried to deep-throat him if it weren’t for the fresh piercing. Knowing what I’m doing or not.
Collin groans. “Now I wish I would have waited a week.”
I look up at him, meeting his dark eyes with my own. “A week?”
His smile turns downright wolfish. “Been a long time since I’ve gotten to take my time with another man. One and done isn’t gonna work for me, Sir.”
Oh.
My cock grows impossibly harder with want.
Kayla lowers herself next to me, and I swallow roughly when she takes out a hair tie and begins putting her braids in a loose ponytail.
Collin growls. “We can’t baby. Not for six weeks, at least.”
Kayla’s expression turns coy. “Who said I was putting my hair up for you?” My eyes widen as she turns to me. “You said it’s been a long time since you’ve had sex, yeah?”
I nod, confused.
Smirking, she crawls to the stack of hay against the wall just behind us, and my mouth goes dry as I watch her lean back and spread her legs. “And how long has it been since you’ve eaten a cunt?”
“Longer,” I confess.
She smiles and crooks her finger at me. “Get to it, cowboy. You want to thank someone for that glory hole? Eat my cunt then.”
Collin pouts in jealousy. “That’s so rude.”
We both ignore him, and in seconds, I’m laying on my stomach, directly in front of Kayla’s still-clothed pussy.
My hands shake with the slightest tremble as I move to unbutton her shorts and slide them down her dark, deep-mahogany legs.
As I toss them to the side, one of Kayla’s hands goes to my hair with a gentle tug.
Her face is soft. “We don’t have to. If you’re still not ready.”
I shake my head, and it’s only then I feel a cocky smile grow on my face. “It’s not that.”
Kayla’s head crooks to the side. “What is it then?”
While definitely still nervous, I mask it and tug at her panties roughly. The sound of them ripping fills the otherwise quiet space, and her answering gasp makes me smile.
I maneuver my head directly in front of her wet slit and smile up at her before she can say anything. “I was stopping myself from doing that.”
The sound of a camera snapping forces me to look at Collin.
He looks at the both of us with an innocent expression. “I’m not gonna do anything with it. Except jerk off to it when my cock heals, because fuck, if this isn’t the hottest thing ever.”
That forces a chuckle out of my throat.
Except, that chuckle dies when I turn my head back to Kayla and find her smirking at me.
“What?” I ask.
She raises an eyebrow. “I want you face down, ass up, cowboy. I told you to get to work, didn’t I? Worship my pussy. Let’s see if you remember how to pleasure a woman.”
I don’t hesitate. And I sure as fuck see how easy the word “Mistress” falls out of Collin’s lips, because I’m fighting the urge to call her that too.
In seconds, I’m in the exact position she demanded with my hands wrapped around her thighs, forcing them apart. My tongue slides through her folds, and my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head at the taste of her.
New addiction: unlocked.
I look up at Kayla through my eyelashes and resist the urge to preen like a peacock at the sight of her back arched and hands gripping at the hay behind her. “Oh fuck.”
I don’t say a word. Instead, my mouth moves up, and my lips suction on her clit.
Her back arches farther. “Holy shit! You’ll make me cum so fast like that. Stop.”
Like hell.
I suck at it harder, tearing a moan out of her throat.
She whines, “Miles!”
I grunt at my name coming out of her mouth with my mouth latched onto her like this.
Collin moans from behind us. “Fuck, this is making me want to cum so bad.”
Kayla picks her head up to look at him. “So, cum then.”
He growls. “I can’t touch my dick. Why did I do this?”
Kayla’s tone turns playful and mocking. “I didn’t say to touch your cock. I told you to fucking cum, whore. I’ve made you cum hands free before. Don’t act like you’re not slutty enough to drip cum on Miles’ barn floor.”
“Oh shit,” Collin groans out.
I move back from Kayla’s pussy, only to slide one of my fingers in and curl it toward me. I hit her G-spot immediately, forcing her to cry out.
“Hands free?” I ask, voice rough.
Kayla’s face morphs into one of pleasured pain. “Nooooo,” she whines. “I’ll squirt.”
I grunt and immediately slide another finger in. “How tragic.”
Her answering moan fuels me, and I pump my fingers harder before lowering my mouth back to her clit.
Her right leg goes to wrap around me, only for it to be shoved back by Collin. His moan comes out hard. “If I have to cum hands free, you have to squirt for us, completely spread.”
Kayla’s moans grow, and I feel the start of her pussy beginning to butterfly. “Yeah? You gonna hold your Mistress still, brat?”
Collin chuckles, even as his tone comes out firm. “I’m gonna hold my girlfriend still while our older cowboy tastes your squirt. Then you can have your control back.”
It’s Kayla’s breaking point. As if Collin saying that pushes her out of a kink headspace and more into the current moment.
She clamps down on my fingers, and seconds later, her cum is gushing out of her pussy and covering my hand.
I release her clit from my mouth, selfishly needing to taste it, and my answering moan is nearly guttural.
Collin’s moans echo with mine. “Oh fuck. Shit. Fuck, yes.”
Moving my head to look at him, I see his face is full of ecstasy as he continues to hold Kayla’s leg. My eyes drop down to his cock, just as cum starts to spill out of him.
Without him even touching it.
Fucking hell.
My eyes stay locked on it, watching it jerk and twitch. As Kayla’s orgasm fades, Collin’s sounds die down.
I’m the first one to speak. “I’m never gonna be able to walk into this barn again. Not without a boner at least.”
Kayla’s answer comes out breathily. “And we haven’t even had real sex yet.”
Collin’s tone is light as he says, “Thank god there was a ‘yet’ at the end of that sentence.”
Kayla laughs. “Oh, yet indeed. In fact, I do want a shower… but I think it’s time our cowboy bred a hole, eh?”
I swallow roughly, panic spreading. “Breeding? But… but you’re on birth control. It’s way too early for anything like that.”
And when one of her eyebrows raises in a are you dumb way, I know that I’m done for. “Who said it was my hole that you were going to breed?”