Page 65 of Walk the Line

I lap up every syllable pouring out of her mouth, the best song I’ve ever heard.

“You’re gonna want to hold on to the wall in a second, Captain,” I say, hoping and can hear me over her moans, then before her orgasm is even done changing through her, I flip her around with my hands, so this time her behind is the one that’s facing my mouth. It’s a perfect distance that I’m quick to close, as I put my tongue to use again, this time by swiping it up and down her butt crack. When she lets out a guttural moan just seconds after, I smile at the sound then plunge my face straight into her ass.

“Julius, fuck! Oh, that’s amazing. Oh, don’t stop, fuck!” she shouts out as I devour her asshole like I’m looking for good. But I know I’ve already found it. I don’t even care who’s home and who can hear us right now. The sweet moans escaping her mouth rival the sweetness of her butt crack, and I can’t get fucking enough of it.

If I could move around the world with my face buried in this ass, my tongue always at its back and call, no one would ever call me a miserable bastard again.

Her next orgasm barrels through her like a tidal wave, and with all this water pouring down around us, I’m not sure that this isn’t one. But I keep eating her out from behind even as her moans intensify, sending her surging to the edge again and again. It’s addictive, this feeling of being the one to bring out so much passion out of her, to know that she’s leaking bucket loads of cum in my mouth right now because of my tongue.

It’s a fact I’ll never take for granted, never be able to get over. But for now, I live in the moment as I look up at her and feel a sense of relief washing over me at the satiated expression on her face. It always ends up like this for us, her being somewhat higher than me, while I take pleasure in looking up to her.

“I love when you follow instructions.”

“I’ll follow any instruction you give me.” It’s a truth I’m not ashamed about.

“I want to know you too, by the way. I don’t think I said it back earlier,” she says.

“Anything you want to know.”

“You’re such a good boy.”

I rest my cheek inside the palm she places on my face.

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

KAYLAH

“I can’t believe I just did that.”

I burst out into laughter, and it only gets worse the more I take in the sweat dripping down his face.

“And why did you do it?”

“Probably the same reason I do anything else you tell me to do,” he says, a call back to something similar I said to him a while ago.

A dynamic we didn’t expect but it works for us both.

I’m sure he didn’t expect for me to test that out by getting him to learn a dance with me that I just recorded, but I take opportunities where I can find them.

“It’s really not going anywhere, don’t worry.” I’m sure my words aren’t coming out clearly, with me being too busy watching the video and laughing some more.

“Yeah, ‘cause I look stupid as fuck.”

“I mean, your rhythm could use some work, but…”

It’s been like this with us ever since he came to my room the other day and admitted the truth I had long since been waiting for him to discover.

I’m better at Hockey than him.

With everything that transpired during that conversation, and then everything that came after, it felt so natural to sink into this lighthearted area with him.

He did eat my ass after all, a memory that sometimes wakes me up in the middle of the night with my fingers ready to get to work.

Now, we’re enjoying just getting to know each other, and every piece of information I find out about him feels so rewarding.

I just wish I could ask more questions, because I’m desperate to know everything.

But it’s not fair for me to find out all there is to know about him while keeping my own secrets from him.