Page 31 of Fruit and Flash

Yes, I absolutely do.

Chapter twenty-one

Kai

Runningbacktothehouse in only my underwear and shoes, the rest of my clothes tucked under my arm, I admire the way Hayes looks in boots, a cowboy hat, and tight, white briefs. He’s muscled and hairy in a gloriously masculine way that makes my mouth water.

Coming in his mouth and seeing if Hayes likes the taste of my cum would have been fun for a moment, but I want to explore a bit more. I prepped while taking a real shower—a much needed one after working on the little house and the outdoor shower— so I’m down for whatever Hayes is willing to do.

Hell, if he wants me to top, I’ll do it. It’s not my preference, but he’s new to everything and I don’t want to count anything out.

Racing through the back door, I pat Shadow on the head while we kick off our shoes and I take Hayes’ hand to lead him to my room. We haven’t fooled around in here yet, but my bed is bigger than his and there’s an attached bath. Closing the doorso Shadow doesn't follow, I turn to find Hayes looking at me anxiously in only his underwear.

My room is a mess of clothes on every surface, my laptop and electronics strewn about on the night stands, and the other side of the bed had a stack of things I need to sort for the renovation project, but Hayes only has eyes for me.

Stepping closer, I wrap my arms around him. All of this is new to him and he needs reassurance. “You’re pretty good at blow jobs for a beginner.”

“That was my first time giving,” Hayes admits. “But I liked it.”

“Yeah? Want to try something else for the first time?”

Hayes’ breath catches in his throat, probably realizing one of the only things we haven’t done is rounding home base. He nods, licks his lips, and clears his throat. “Yes.”

Moving back, I close my laptop and turn my phone to silent. I posted a series of videos of me working on the outdoor shower before I showed it to Hayes, but he still doesn’t have the social media apps on his phone as far as I know. Now, I want to focus on the sexy farmer in front of me.

“Come here,” I beckon while taking off my underwear. Sitting in the middle of the bed and crooking my finger for him to follow, he does so immediately, crawling to kneel in front of me.

You’d think with Hayes being older and bigger than me, he’d insist on being the dominant one. But I have a theory. He takes care of everything on the farm, from growing the food to selling it, watching his niece and the animals, plus all the finances…I can tell Hayes is tired of making decisions. He likes when I tell him what to do, especially with new things, because he doesn’t have time to overthink and second-guess his decisions.

“What do I do?” Hayes asks, practically confirming my theory.

From the few times we’ve hooked up, I know Hayes’ dominant side will come out and I’ll get my turn to stop thinking and just feel.

Reaching over to the night stand, which I found empty, I pull out the lube and condom I stashed there, setting them on top. Looking at the large men in front of me, I bite my lower lip. He might say no, but I doubt it considering he was just sucking my dick outside.

“Do you want to fuck me?”

Swallowing hard, I can see his Adam's apple bob before Hayes replies. “I do. I really, really do.”

“Come here,” I tell him again, pulling Hayes to lay on top of me. I remember when he thought he was crushing me, and how much Hayes seems to enjoy being held.

Nudging his head with mine, we find one another’s lips and kiss slowly, letting it heat up until we’re rutting against one another. He’s still got one piece of clothing on, but I don’t mind. I can feel his hard length nudging at my balls and I pull back.

“Grab the lube, Farmboy.” Hayes takes the bottle in hand and pops it open, waiting for more instructions. “You can use the lube on your fingers, or you could use your tongue.”

“Oh.” Hayes considers my words and closes the bottle, moving to settle himself between my spread thighs. He yanks me down so that my hole is right in front of his face. “This I know how to do.”

He kisses my inner thigh, making his way to the seam where it meets my hip and then starting over on the other side. Lifting my balls, Hayes’ warm breath runs over my taint and hole and I shiver.

“Hold your legs back,” Hayes tells me and now I’m following his commands.

Exposing myself to him is hot and scary. Hayes says he knows what to do here, and I conceptually know women have assholes too, but is that what he meant? He could just mean licking a hole. I want to let go, but I stay on edge in case he needs direction.

When Hayes laps at my rim, I feel myself pucker at the touch. He hums like my taste is delicious and I feel myself relax a little as he keeps the light, testing touches up. When he spears his tongue to poke inside, I can’t help moaning and arching off the bed.

“Fuck, like that,” I mumble, and then all rational thought flies out the window.

Hayes grips my thighs and goes to town, his beard and mustache adding friction that turns me into a thrashing puddle as he continues his relentless rimming. My ass loosens and he adds a finger. He stops to get lube and I whine.