Grunting around his length, I pump myself harder and faster.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“You like that, don’t ya?” he asks, his hips thrusting up and his grip painful as he fucks my mouth from the bottom. Fingers tightening in my hair, he holds my head down, dick settled in my throat as tears spring to my eyes. Jaw slack and his eyes barely open, Hollis moans when I swallow around his tip. “You’re gonna make me come, daddy. Is that what you want?”
I try to nod as he pulls my head off his cock, spit dribbling down my chin. “Yes,” I gasp, dragging in lungfuls of air.
“That’s right,” he husks, thrusting his dick back into my mouth. “And you’re gonna swallow every last drop I give you. Isn’t that right?”
Groaning, I suck him to the back of my throat again, desperate for him to fill my senses. My fist flies up and down my cock, my balls drawn up to my body. I’m close—so fucking close—but I want him to come first.
“Fuck, daddy,” he moans, sending a burst of heat through my body. “Your mouth is fuckin’ heavenly. I’m right there… Don’t stop…”
Throwing his head back, his thighs tighten as he lets out a guttural groan a moment before his release floods my mouth. I swallow every last drop, my eyes fluttering closed as pressure builds at the base of my spine. Pleasure ricochets through my body as my dick throbs, and then I unload all over the ground with amuffled groan.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Hollis rasps as he pulls my mouth off of him. Patting my cheek, he smirks as I gaze up at him. “I knew you’d be good at that.”
I breathe out a chuckle as I tuck myself back in my pants. My knees ache from the hard ground as I stand, and I’ll probably be sore for days because of this, but it’ll be worth it. That was exactly what Hollis said… Hot. I can’t believe we did that out here, where anybody could’ve seen us.
Once Hollis tucks himself away too, he stands, grabbing the side of my face as his lips devour mine. His tongue licks into my mouth, and he groans when he tastes himself. Nipping at my bottom lip before pulling back, Hollis says, “I’ve worked up an appetite. Let’s get outta here and go get some food.”
“Why’re you always hungry?” I ask teasingly as we make our way back to the bike.
Hollis chuckles and shrugs. “Good dick—or, in this case, good head—makes me hungry.”
As he tosses his hat back in the saddlebag and puts on the helmet, I can’t help but wish I would’ve had him wear that while I sucked his dick. Now,thatwould’ve been hot as hell.
Next time…
Let’s just hope this little deal of ours doesn’t blow up in my face.
Nineteen
Hollis
Turning onto the gravel road that leads to the ranch, I shoot a quick text to Ford.
Me: I’ll be at your place in five.
I huff a chuckle when his response comes through immediately.
Daddy Ford: What if I’m busy? Or not home?
Me: Don’t be ridiculous. You’re home.
He doesn’t respond, but the message shows as read. I can see him in my mind, grumbling and probably fighting the urge to unlock the door, but as I park my car, grab the pizza box and six-pack off the seat beside me, then climb out, I’m not the least bit surprised to find him on the porch already. Hands on his hips and a scowl on his face, Ford watches me as I approach.
“Howdy, Cap,” I drawl. “Sure hope I didn’t interrupt anythin’ too important.”
“Oh, just the first day off I’ve had in a week,” he grumbles.
“What better way to spend it than with me?” I flash him a toothy grin. “And I brought pizza and beer. You’re welcome.”
I shamelessly drag my gaze down the front of him before coming back to his face. “Goddamn, you sure are lookin’ good today, daddy.” The black shorts with the five-inch inseam and the AC/DC muscle tee he’s wearing are really doing it for me. “What were ya up to before I got here in that slutty little outfit?”
Ford’s scowl deepens as he glances down at himself. “Slutty little outfit?” he repeats slowly. “I was putting together my new bed frame.”
Handing him a beer, I waggle my brows as he saunters inside, and I follow. “So, what you’re sayin’ is, we need to break it in?”
