Page 83 of Jackrabbit

“Themouthon you,” Beau said as he hooked an arm under each of Colt’s legs. He lifted and leaned down at the same time, rubbing his face along Colt’s inner thigh. Stubble caught and dragged against the light hairs on Colt’s legs. “You told me you'd be good for me.”

Colt whined, watching Beau between his legs, aching and twitching as Beau pressed his mustache against Colt’s skin and dragged down. “I knew it. I knew you'd be like—Beau. Shit. Yes. Yeah. I'll be good for you, baby, so good, just let me come. Let me—please? Please.”

“No,” Beau said just before he leaned down and licked up all the moisture against Colt’s stomach. His tongue was hot, flat, and possessive. "You wanna come?"

"Yes, fuck, yes—"

"Then be still for me." Beau's voice dropped, rough and commanding. "Can you do that? Can you be a good boy and stay still while I take care of you?”

Good boy, good boy, good boy.

“Yeah,” Colt breathed. “Yeah, I'll be good. I'll be so good, just—please. For the love of—please.”

Beau took him back in his mouth, and this time when Colt got close—thighs shaking, fingers scrabbling against the hood—Beau hummed around him and the vibration nearly ended it. Colt bit his own hand to keep from screaming, and Beau pulled off again.

"Not yet."

Colt whimpered. Actual tears burned behind his eyes. "Beau, I can't—please, I can't take—"

"You can." Beau's thumb pressed against his taint, a steady, circular pressure. "And you will.”

A tear slipped down Colt’s cheek. His dick was going to literally burst, purple at the tip and making a huge fucking mess. And he couldn't say no. Physically could not.

Swallowing, he nodded. “Okay.”

“Good boy,” Beau said, his voice gravel-roughfrom having Colt’s cock in his throat.

Colt's whine twisted into another moan as Beau took him down again, straight to the root, one hand holding Colt down, the other pressing insistently against that spot behind Colt’s balls that was apparently his ‘fuck yes’ button.

He was going to be good. So, so, so good. The fucking best. He didn’t move a muscle except for his clenching fingers as he looked up at the branches.

“Eyes on me, boy,” Beau growled at him, and Colt’s hips jerked—he couldn't help it, shit.

Without one single thought, Colt’s gaze snapped down to Beau just in time to watch him open his mouth and flatten his tongue against the vein at the underside of Colt’s shaft. He slid down without breaking eye contact, cheeks hollowing as he tried to suck Colt’s soul out through his dick.

Beau’s throat clicked as he swallowed, contracting around Colt’s tip, and Colt shouted. Scrambled to get a hand in Beau’s hair, another against his own mouth because the last thing he needed was to get arrested for indecent exposure when a neighbor called the cops. What a fucking way to go, though.

He didn't look away. Kept his gaze locked firmly on Beau's, panting, not moving, notfuckingmoving, because he was good. So, so good. So good for Beau, who could probably do literally anything to Colt right at this moment and he'd gladly let him.

“Beau,” Colt choked as his whole body tensed, as pleasure soaked every atom of his being, his balls tight, ready, his vision tunneling. “Beau, please. Please, I'm gonna—I'm—”

Beau pulled off just long enough to growl: “Come for me, Colt. Right now. Let me taste you.”

Then he sucked him down again and hummed, the vibration shocking through Colt’s whole lower half in a wave of sensation that was so intense he threw his head back to thunk against the hood of the truck. The orgasm ripped through him, white-hot and devastating. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but shake apart while Beau took everything he had to give. His vision shorted out. Stars. Actual fucking stars behind his eyelids. When had he closed his eyes?

Beau kept going, milking Colt for all he was worth until Colt sobbed, the stimulation bordering on painful.

Words wouldn't come as Beau pulled off of him and moved to place gentle, wet kisses against Colt’s hips, his stomach. Colt's toes clenched, the ones still in his shoe.

“Good boy,” Beau murmured as he squeezed Colt’s thighs, dug his thumbs into the muscles and moved in soothing circles. “That's right. You did so good for me.”

That praise settled warm in Colt’s chest. He was so fucked. Completely, utterly fucked.

Colt dropped his arm over his eyes. “Holy shit.”

“You said that,” Beau pointed out as he put one hand on Colt’s knee and moved away for a second. When he came back, he had one of their shirts inhis hand and busied himself with cleaning the unholy mess Colt had made of himself. “You alright?”

The stars were still spinning overhead when he pulled his arm down from his eyes. His laugh came out breathy, a little unhinged. “‘You alright,’ he asks.” He lifted the foot with no shoe and wiggled his socked toes. “I just had the most spectacular orgasm of my entire life wearing one shoe and tube socks. I think I forgot my own name for a solid minute. Awesome.”