What the fuck am I doing? Why am I admitting that?
“Why?” Raylan says.
I lick my lips, tasting the cool, clear river. “You scare me,” I say.
I’ve never admitted to being intimidated. I’ve never admitted to being afraid, period.
“This . . . scares me,” I say, gesturing between the two of us.
Raylan steps closer to me, closing the gap between us. I can almost hear his heart pounding as fast as mine. I’m sure I would hear it, if not for the noise of the running water.
“I told myself I wouldn’t kiss you again without your permission,” he says.
I swallow hard.
“But that was a stupid fucking promise,” he growls. He grabs my face between his hands, and he kisses me hard, harder even than he did in the gym. His bare, burning-hot chest presses against mine. His tongue thrusts into my mouth. His beard scratches my face.
I kiss him back, my hands thrust in his thick, black hair. His hair feels hot from the sun, thick and coarse and alive like animal fur. The scent of his skin is sharp and wild.
He lifts me up and throws me on the riverbank, in the sun-warmed grass. Then he climbs on top of me and kisses me even harder, grinding his naked body against mine. I can feel his cock standing straight up now, harder than a poker.
His lips devour mine, then they run hungrily down my neck, down to my breasts. He sucks and nibbles on my nipples, making me moan and arch my back. Meanwhile he’s touching between my thighs, stroking my pussy lightly at first, then a little harder as his fingers become slick and wet.
I’m soaking wet. Wetter than I’ve ever been before. It started the moment I saw him naked, and it only got worse. The river couldn’t wash it away. My pussy is swollen and aching, throbbing at his touch.
I grind against his hand. I’m rabid for him. Ravenous.
He reaches up with his other hand to caress my face, and I seize his fingers between my teeth and bite them, then suck on his index and middle finger, taking them all the way into my mouth.
I’ve never behaved like this in my life.
Quite honestly, I’m a selfish lover, doing only what I personally like. I don’t get down on my knees and suck men’s cocks—that would be degrading. I let them worship me, but I don’t respond in kind.
With Raylan, I have no pride. He’s unleashed a hunger in me that I never knew before. I’m fucking wild for him. I would do anything for him right now. I want to taste him, touch him, lick him absolutely everywhere. I want him like I’ve never wanted anything before.
I want that cock. I want it inside of me right now—anywhere, anyway.
I grab Raylan’s cock in my hand. It’s so thick that my fingers don’t close all the way around the shaft. It feels like it’s two hundred degrees of burning heat. I can feel it throbbing like a live thing.
I shimmy down in the grass so I can close my mouth over the head.
I’m literally salivating. I want to taste Raylan. I need it.
I close my mouth around his cock, and I start sucking. Immediately, my mouth is flooded with thin, warm pre-cum. It tastes fucking delicious. I’m ravenously hungry from skipping breakfast and riding around all morning. That pre-cum tastes like the most satisfying thing I’ve ever had in my mouth. It’s salty and rich and it tastes like Raylan’s skin and sweat. It’s like a drug—the more I get, the more I want.
I attack his cock with my mouth, sliding my tongue up and down the shaft, sucking hard on the head. I use both of my hands, alternating between sucking him off, and taking his balls in my mouth while I slide my hands up and down his slippery shaft.
This is the most enthusiastic blowjob I’ve ever given. It’s the most I’ve ever enjoyed oral sex. Raylan is groaning, his hands thrust in my hair. His powerful hips are pumping toward my face, and that huge, thick head of his cock is banging against the back of my throat. It’s sloppy and wet and primal, and the fact that it’s happening outdoors in a field makes it all the more animalistic.
Raylan grabs my hips and twists me around so we’re facing opposite directions. Now I’m on top of him, with my pussy over his face. He pushes my thighs apart and buries his face in my cunt.
I always thought 69s were stupid. Now, for the first time, I understand the point. When you’re completely lost in oral sex, you just want more, more, more. I want more of his taste and scent. And more of our bodies grinding and touching.
Raylan is eating my pussy like a ten-course dinner. He’s licking and fingering and shoving his tongue inside of me. It feels fucking fantastic. And at the same time, my mouth is full of his cock, and the taste of his pre-cum that comes in spurt after spurt, like a reward for sucking him off just the way he likes.
Sucking his cock upside down is more difficult, but the angle helps his cock slide even further down my throat. I relax my jaw and try to take as much of it as I can. I can’t bob my head up and down as much, but it doesn’t matter, because he’s thrusting his hips and doing a lot of the work himself.
Which is good, because I can barely concentrate. I’m lost in the insanely pleasurable sensation of his tongue lapping at my clit, and his fingers thrusting in and out of me. His fingers penetrate my pussy at the same time as his cock thrusts in my throat. He’s stimulating me orally as well as vaginally. The dual sensation is wildly intense. I never knew that a blow job could feel good for me, too. I never knew my lips and tongue could be so sensitive.
Our bodies are pressed tight together, my thighs wrapped around his face, and his cock skewering my throat. I can feel Raylan pumping even harder, getting closer to the edge.
I’m close, too. The orgasm building inside of me is totally out of my control. I’m grinding on his face, squeezing my thighs, but Raylan is the one teasing the climax out of my body. It’s his fingers rubbing on the perfect spot inside of me, and his tongue pressing against just the right place on my clit.
The pleasure is thrumming through my whole body. I can feel it pulsing down my legs and arms, all the way to my fingers and toes. My whole frame is vibrating with one, long, endless sensation.
I moan around Raylan’s cock. I start crying out, my mouth still stuffed full.
I’m cumming harder than I’ve ever cum in my life, with an orgasm that twists my body in knots.
And while I’m cumming, Raylan is too, deep down in my throat. His cock is twitching and pulsing, unleashing thick white cum, a torrent of it. I usually never swallow, but right now I have no choice. His cock is shoved in too deep in my throat to pull back.
And I love it. I want him to cum as hard as I’m cumming. I want it to feel as good for him as it does for me.
I feel his thick load pulsing into my throat. I’m choking and gagging on it, and I don’t give a fuck. Because I’m still cumming too, all over his tongue.
It goes on and on and on. Time stretches out. The pleasure stretches and increases and stretches again.
Then, finally, it’s over.
Raylan takes his cock out of my mouth and I roll limply onto my back, bright flashes popping behind my closed eyelids.
Raylan rolls on top of me, kissing me. I can taste my pussy on his lips, and I’m sure he can taste his cum in my mouth. This is totally unsanitary—something that would disgust me usually. But I do not give one single fuck. I’m still in a state of blissful eroticism, where everything is sexy to me, and nothing seems wrong.