Chapter 20 #3
Squeezing his thighs, I urge him to scoot upward until he’s sitting on my chest. “Fake it ‘till you make it, huh?” I chuckle, even though my palms are suddenly damp, heart racing in my chest. I’m a little light-headed, like the first time I put on a Badger’s jersey and jogged onto that huge field with thousands of eyes on me.
“You’re nervous,” Linden says just as I tell him, “Get your boxers off.”
We both blink, then chuckle, my voice as high as his.
“I want to,” I promise before he gets a chance to question me again. “I’m nervous, but that’s okay.” I’m not sure who I’m trying to reassure here—him or myself? Probably both of us.
It takes a moment for Linden to fumble his way out of his boxers.
It would have been cleverer to do that before getting him to straddle me because now he has to slide off my chest again.
We’re nowhere as smooth as Noah and Owen, but they not only hold the massive advantage of being exceptionally attractive Navy SEALs, on top of that, they’re also fictional—hindering pieces of clothing just conveniently vanish whenever they’re getting naughty with each other, and hard work never makes their muscles scream.
“Should I…?” Linden gestures back to my chest, and I give a quiet nod, my eyes curiously taking in his lower body.
Our experiment in his truck was rushed and crammed, so this is the first time I really get to see him—all of him, from his strong calves and lean-muscled thighs to his perky butt and finally, his dick.
It’s slim and slightly curved with a pink head that matches the flush in his cheeks.
A light dusting of hair covers his groin.
Linden clears his throat. “You’re staring.”
“I need to see what I’m working with! Now, take your shirt off, too,” I demand when he hesitantly climbs back onto me. For a second, I expect him to refuse. His fingers are dancing along the hemline of his shirt, making no effort to lift it.
“Please? I want to see all of you,” I add softly and squeeze his knee.
Whatever hurdle held him back must dissolve in that moment, and with a slow nod, he slides the boxy shirt over his head, revealing a slim chest and defined stomach.
I can see the muscles working under his skin with every subtle move.
They weren’t built in the gym or during volleyball training, I realize, but here, on this farm, lugging around buckets full of fruit and stacking hay bales.
“You’ll tell me when I get too heavy, yeah?” he breaks the silence between us, and I can’t help but snort.
“Sweetheart, I’m doing 320 pounds on the bench; you can sit on me all night.”
“Just making sure I don’t accidentally kill you during your first…whatever this is going to be.”
“My first blow job,” I state confidently, trying to get used to the thought. “I’m gonna lie here, nice and comfy, and you’ll feed me your dick.”
“Shit, the mouth you have on you,” he curses, and to my absolute delight, his dick twitches.
“You like it,” I point out smugly, pulling on his arm so he lowers his face over mine, allowing me to catch his lips in a brief kiss.
I talk a good game, but I can’t just dive in; I need a moment to organize my thoughts and get my heart to calm the fuck down.
Linden’s kisses are perfect for that—soft and slow and lingering.
He tastes like the mint toothpaste he shared with me because I forgot mine back in Bonham, with the slightest hint of cherry.
It’s a wild mix that shouldn’t fit together, and yet, once he opens his mouth for me, I can’t get enough of it.
A bit like us.
“Damn, I forgot to undress you,” Linden murmurs against my lips when we part for air.
“You’re not climbing off again,” I huff, my hands grabbing his ass to hinder him from getting up. For a second, he freezes, then, before I can ask if I went offside, his shoulders sag.
“This okay?” I still long for the verbal confirmation. Instead of a yes, I get another kiss.
“I don’t know if this is a good ide—aaah.”
I laugh when, a moment later, I’ve managed to nudge Linden far enough up my chest to have his dick graze my lips.
We had to try out a few different angles, so now I have a pillow stuffed behind my head and my feet standing up on the mattress, but after reassuring Linden another ten times that I’m absolutely sure about this, I think we might have finally figured out a position that works.
“You tell me if you don’t—”
“Oh my God, Linden, shut the fuck up!” I burst out before he can start another round of doubts and worries. “I don’t want to hear another word from you unless it’s yes, please, or more. Understood?”
But I don’t give him any time to answer; instead, I open up my mouth, my lips closing around that pink head bobbing before me.
It turns out that having had my dick sucked before doesn’t magically make me a pro at this.
We struggle for a good while to figure out a rhythm that works for us and doesn’t trigger my gag reflex too much.
While I struggle with the fear of accidentally puking from the unfamiliar presence in my mouth, I also feel a whole new amount of respect for everyone who gave me a blowjob before.
“Breathe through your…your nose!” Linden tells me, and I hum, taking three deep and conscious breaths before giving an experimental suck like I’m trying to get to the bottom of a slurpee, which earns me an enthusiastic moan.
Linden’s hand claps uselessly over his mouth as if he can force the sound back into his throat, but it’s already out there, echoing from his walls.
For a moment, we both freeze mid-motion, our breaths held and our ears straining.
It’s the most awkward position I’ve ever been in, and when spit starts to dribble down my chin, I’ve finally had enough.
My fingers reach for the base of his erection to cover the length I don’t dare go with my lips, while I give another hard suck.
Once I get used to his flesh carefully pushing between my lips, I feel confident enough to let my tongue glide over the smooth tip, licking and lapping as I would with a delicious lollipop.
Through all of this, Linden’s suppressed moans quietly encourage me, but his hand stays over his mouth, and I itch to pull it away again so I can really hear him.
“More,” I demand around his erection, the word coming out like a moan itself, so my fingers dig into the soft flesh of his hip, pulling him forward.
He resists at first, then gives in to the temptation of my mouth.
Tears sting in my eyes when he glides deeper into my throat, but his groan—so deep, so guttural, so good—makes it worth it.
The sound penetrates my bones the same way his erection penetrates my mouth—careful but intense, traveling to my stomach and lighting the fire on a need I didn’t know I possessed.
It grows fast, a desire for his lust, and suddenly, I chase his pleasure more than my own release.
His orgasm announces itself with a few drops of pre-cum sliding down my tongue.
I was worried about the taste—unnecessarily so, it turns out, when I find myself wanting more.
It’s salty but not bitter, and when he finally spills into my mouth—his release warm and thick, and more than I anticipated—I swallow on instinct, while his legs shake under my fingers.
“Oh fuck. Fuuuck,” Linden curses as he slumps back against my thighs. My legs are trembling slightly from my arousal, which I only notice now. He must feel my erection because he says “Oh” and then “Oooh!” again, when our eyes meet.
“Are you—is everything…?” he asks, already climbing off of me, the missing weight leaving an odd sensation of loss behind. He’s kneeling next to me on the mattress instead, his fingers hovering over my face, then wiping under my eyes.
I huff out a laugh when I realize they come away damp with tears.
“Just from the burn,” I rasp out as I gesture to my throat. “I think I have a little more practice to do.”
Linden’s gray eyes scan my face for another moment, and only then does the tension leave his shoulders, a small smile playing around the corners of his lips.
“You have cum on your chin,” he tells me, and for the first time today, heat rushes into my cheeks.
“Couldn’t swallow it all. You really had a lot saved for my first time.” I laugh, my voice still raw from almost choking on his dick.
He doesn’t say anything to that, just wipes his thumb over my chin. I don’t know what goes through my head, but when he brushes it over my lips, I open up on instinct, my tongue swirling over the pad of his finger.
Linden swallows thickly, and I watch his Adam’s apple bob. His eyes take me in fully now, from my tousled hair over my smeared lips, down to the erection tenting my boxers. He clears his throat once, then twice, before speaking up, “I’m sorry, Micah, but you look…”
“Fucked?” I offer, but he shakes his head, blond brows drawn together.
“Beautiful,” he corrects simply.
For a moment, the word sits there between us.
It’s not the first time someone has complimented my looks, but when I open my mouth to make a witty comeback, there’s nothing.
Instead, my stomach bottoms out, and my fingers grab the sheets under the unexpected sensation of falling.
I sit up so fast, I almost bang our heads together.
“Whoa there!” Linden calls out in surprise while I already slide off the bed and stand on shaking legs.
“I…sorry, I need the bathroom,” I stammer, causing Linden to blink in surprise.
“But I thought…I mean…you’re still…” he trails off, gesturing to the bulge in my crotch.
I wave him off, trying for casual. “Don’t…don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine.”
He lets me go without another word of protest, and a moment later, I hurry across the dark hallway.
As soon as the bathroom door closes behind me, I raise my shirt, my hands trailing aimlessly over my stomach, searching the smooth skin in vain for any sign of the hole that just opened up inside of me.