Page 16 of Fruit and Flash

There is a moment where I take in that he keeps the place pretty clean for a bachelor before Hayes is closing the door and reaching for me. His rough hands grip me on my bare waist, pulling me closer.

“About that kiss…” Hayes trails off and I grin up at him.

“Lay it on me, Farmboy.”

My words are barely out before he’s bending down to take my lips in a forceful kiss. I meet him with equal fervor, opening to allow his tongue to sweep inside, touching mine and setting fireworks off in my head.

Without stopping, I strip his shirt off, pleased to find out the buttons are snap-off. Hayes pushes the sweats off my hips and I make quick work of releasing his belt and undoing his jeans.

He walks us backwards as I kick off the pants and my thighs hit the wooden bed frame. Hayes breaks the kiss, gently pushing me and I let him go to fall against the blue patchwork quilt. I watch perched on my elbows as he slides the jeans down his legs until he’s standing there in only his boxers. They’re a different plaid pattern than his shirt and I find it adorable he had multiple plaids on.

Licking my lips, I scoot back and beckon him with a crooked finger. “Come here.”

Hayes grins and climbs on the bed, straddling my hips. “As you wish.”

The only thing between us is our underwear, but his dick is peeking out of the top and looking like it needs some attention. “Take us out.”

“‘Kay,” Hayes rushes to slide his boxers down, lifting off me to kick them off the bed before taking my briefs off as well.

We’re both uncut, and while I’d love to suck him again, I want to try something new with him. Hayes came across as havinglittle to no experience with men. This may have changed since I saw him last, but it will still be new for us to do together.

“I’ve been tested recently and I’m still on PrEP,” I get out, wanting to check in before we get lost to pleasure.

“I… haven’t been with anyone since you,” Hayes admits and I blink up at him, not wanting to make him feel judged. The man is hot as hell, polite, and owns a farm. How? But that’s not important.

“Take both our dicks in hand,” I instruct, wanting to move on from his confession. At the look of confusion, I place his hand around us and squeeze. We both groan at the contact, my belly heating at how good it feels to have his dick against mine. “Yes. Like that. Now stroke.”

Hayes squeezes and pulls before stroking back down to reveal our wet cockheads. “Fuck. How does that feel so good?”

“Nerve endings, I think,” I pant out, my back arching when Hayes adds a twist on the upstroke and pulls the wetness down to ease the glide. “Don’t stop.”

“What’s this called?” Hayes asks between groans, and I’m surprised he can still talk.

“Frotting,” I mumble into a moan. “Frottage? To frot,” I add, not sure I’m making any sense. “You like?”

“Mmm, yesss,” Hayes hisses and I feel a spurt of his hot pre-cum on my own dick. “So good. I’ve never-”

Not needing him to explain, I wrap one hand around the back of Hayes’ neck to pull him down while the other grips his ass and urges him to move. “Come on me. Make me come.”

Hayes takes the hint and thrust with his hips while holding his hand still. He’s holding himself up with one arm, but bends to lick at one of my nipples and I keen.

“Sensitive?”

“So muhhh-much,” I moan as he flicks his tongue on the other nipple. “Can you suck on it?”

Instead of answering, he latches onto me with his lips and sucks hard. Without warning, I feel my orgasm rocketing from my balls to my dick as I spill. My cum hits my stomach and I can hear it squelching between Hayes' fingers. Pulling on his hair, he lets my nipple go right as he moans.

“Fuck, oh my-” Hayes cuts himself off as I feel his thick cock throbbing against mine before he comes. The hot spray hits my chest and I have just enough energy to lift my head and watch as he comes again, spurt after spurt mixing with my own cum before Hayes shudders and drops his weight on me.

“Shit, sorry,” Hayes mumbles, pulling his wet hand out from between us and moving like he’s going to get up. Does he think he’s crushing me?

Wrapping my arms around him, since my legs are trapped, I hold him close. “You’re good. Don’t move yet.”

“‘Kay,” Hayes agrees with a contented sigh, and I feel his muscles relax.

This man acts like he’s never cuddled after sex. Or maybe it’s that he’s never had a partner he could cum all over and lay on top of without them complaining. I’m happy right here, under this sexy man.

At least until the dryer alarm goes off. Then it will be time to go back to town and the couch that is temporarily mine.