Free Earth and Sky by Zahra Owens Page B

get him to speed up a bit as the tension in his groin rose. Frustrated with Grant’s teasing ministrations, he started rolling his hips, pushing his cock into Grant’s delicious mouth in an attempt to gain more friction. Grant’s hand was inside Hunter’s jeans, and it felt good to grind his sac against it, so good that he didn’t know where he wanted to feel what first. His senses were flooded with need. He desperately wanted to come, but he wasn’t quite there yet. Then Grant pushed his fingers up as he cupped Hunter’s balls and applied pressure behind his sac. Electricity shot through Hunter, and he could just call out, “Coming!” He reflexively thrust up into Grant’s mouth and pushed his hand down, making Grant take him deeper, when he felt his orgasm hit him hard, harder than ever before.

    Still twitching and overly sensitive to touch, Hunter slumped down against the worn leather of the truck seat. When he opened his eyes, he looked straight into Grant’s, which were black with lust. Grant didn’t give him a lot of time to come down. Instead Grant kissed him passionately, and the taste of Grant’s mouth was strangely salty and tangy. Then Hunter realized he was tasting himself, his own come, in Grant’s mouth. If he’d had even a smidgen of coherent thought left, he might have pulled away, but he didn’t. He’d never felt so accepted before. Grant had let him come in his mouth and hadn’t spit it out. Then Hunter realized he hadn’t given Grant a lot of choice in the matter. He pulled away.

    “I was a little late. Didn’t give you a lot of warning,” Hunter said by way of apology.

    Grant smiled widely. “Even if you had, I still would have wanted to taste you.”

    “Seriously?”

    Grant nodded. “Yeah. I like it. I like to feel you surrender to me.”

    Hunter swallowed hard. Grant was back on his side of the truck, and Hunter’s eyes wandered down Grant’s frame to the clear bulge in his wet jeans, which were clinging to his thighs. Could he do this? Could he help Grant out like Grant had helped him out? Could he take Grant in his mouth and make him come?

    “I’ve never…,” Hunter started. “You know….”

    “Given a blow job?” Grant helped.

    Hunter sighed and nodded reluctantly.

    “You don’t have to,” Grant shrugged, shifting his seat.

    “But you wouldn’t mind?”

    Grant laughed. “I don’t think I’ve ever met a man who would refuse a blow job. I don’t think I need to explain to you how good it feels.”

    “I wouldn’t know where to begin,” Hunter admitted.

    “Just do what you know feels good,” Grant instructed. “You’re a guy. You know how the equipment works, and we all have the same equipment. In that respect, we’re a lot easier to figure out than women.”

    Hunter couldn’t keep his eyes off Grant’s groin. Grant was right. What could go wrong? He knew what felt good, and as a reminder, Grant had just shown him. Then why did he feel so insecure unzipping Grant’s jeans? It felt awkward, although he knew he wanted it.

    As soon as Grant’s pants were opened, his briefs pushed out, aided by the thick flesh that had been confined underneath the fabric for way too long. Grant groaned at the release, shifting his hips to get more comfortable as Hunter let his fingers trace the ridges of the hard cock underneath the straining cotton. Hunter could easily pull the fabric down enough to bring Grant’s cock into view, but he hesitated, torn between wanting to and being afraid to fail the more experienced man. Curiosity overtook his shyness, though, and he placed his hand over it, rolling it until it felt heavy in his palm. He’d only ever felt his own, and although Hunter judged they were roughly the same size, Grant’s cock still felt very different. As he started moving his hand up and down, he felt the pulsations of Grant’s rapid heartbeat.

    “Feels good, Hunter,” Grant moaned, keeping his eyes on what Hunter was doing to him.