“You like this?” he asks.
“It’s fine.”
He chuckles. “Fine?”
“If that’s all you can take, don’t feel bad or self-conscious. You get points for trying.”
“I’ll give you points for trying.”
And with that, his hands land firmly on my ass cheeks, and he drives my entire cock into his mouth so fast that if I weren’t holding on to him, I’d fall over.
“Holy fucking shit!” I cry out.
We’ve gone from a gentle underside tickle to full-on deep-throating in less than three seconds.
My hand slides up the back of his neck, into his damp hair, while he keeps the entire length of my cock lodged in his mouth.
How is he able to breathe?
And then I feel it. Short, sharp puffs of air against my abdomen where my shirt has lifted slightly.
“You know, I’ve been told my dick is a choking hazard.”
A strong gust of air breezes over my skin before he leans back and slides off my dick. “Now I understand why you never make jokes. I think your sense of humor is likely to do more damage.”
I laugh, and now I really wish I could see more than just a patch of darkness when I glance down.
“That was impressive, Benson.”
“Maverick.”
“Huh?”
“Stop calling me Benson. I don’t like it.”
“Oh…okay.” I clear my throat. “I’m sorry…Maverick.”
He produces a low, satisfied hum and wraps his lips around my cock again, slowly taking me all the way to the base, then sliding all the way back to the tip, doing that tongue-flicky thing on the underside of my swollen head, repeating the motion over and over and over again.
IknowI didn’t do anything to deserve this, but today is my lucky day.
Closing my eyes, I release a long, contented sigh and surrender to it all. This wild weekend. The rain pouring down on us. The situation at the sanctuary. My eye condition. And most of all…him.
I’m done fighting my feelings for Maverick. And I’m done fightingwithhim. It’s exhausting, and no matter how hard I try, nothing I’ve done has worked. My feelings for him are stronger than ever.
I know this isn’t going to last. It can’t. I accept that. In a few weeks, maybe a few months tops, I’m going to lose my vision completely. There’s no way I’d expect anyone else to take that on with me. It wouldn’t be fair to him.
But for right now—for this weekend specifically—I’m going to let myself have one last bit of fun.
23
Maverick
By the time we reach the cottage, the wild impulse that prompted me to go down on Jackson in an open field in the pouring rain has given way to the biting cold. I amfreezing, and I’m not the only one. Jackson’s teeth chatter as he hops from foot to foot on the front porch while my uncooperative fingers fumble with the keys. My fingernails have turned blueish purple.
So maybe an outside blowjob during a rainstorm wasn’t one of my smartest ideas. Do I regret doing it and possibly catching pneumonia?
No fucking way.
