Small Town Big Man

“I had no idea.” My tone is dry and playful.

“See, I just saved you from embarrassing yourself one day. You can thank me later.” Giggling, she points at one more set of stars, but I know what it is.

“That's Orion,” I say before she can tell me.

“Ah, but, see those three stars coming down from his belt? They're supposed to be a hunting knife, but you know what I think they look like?” She's already laughing as she says, “I think it looks like a giant cock in the sky.” She giggles again, hiccupping slightly as she inhales.

“Is this where I'm supposed to say I have a giant cock you don't need a telescope to see?”

She looks up at me with pause, and I'm suddenly not sure if I should have just kept my mouth shut. I wait anxiously for her to do something. To either laugh or slap me.

Her lips peel back into a giant grin and she lets out a hysterical laugh. Lowering her lids, her mouth thins. “That was a good one.” She's laughing hard, wiping tears from her eyes. “You want to stay the night? It gives you a chance to get an early start in the morning.” Waggling her brows, her teeth shine brightly as she runs her tongue across her bottom lip.

“You're seri—” I'm about to ask when her lips suddenly crash against mine.

I'm stunned for a second, still as a statue as her hands sweep through my hair and her lips part with a sexy exhale. Her tongue slips into my mouth, and I can taste the hazelnut in her coffee as she twirls her tongue around mine.

Fuck yes.

Grunting, I press my lips harder against hers, my body coming alive as I pull her into my chest. I don't think I could ever say no to her. I did that once, but could I do it again? Not a chance in hell.

She tastes amazing, like perfection and satisfaction all in one drop. Her hand settles on my chest, resting right over my heart, and I'm sure she can feel it as it pounds like a drum.

I can see our breath in the cold night air. It comes up between our faces in long, wispy tendrils, twisting in the air before getting blown away. But I can't feel the cold anymore. I'm hot, beads of sweat are building across the back of my neck and trickling down my spine.

Laney's hand begins to glide down my chest, moving over my abs slowly, until she reaches my cock and just grabs it. Her eyes steady on mine, and she breaks our kiss.

She's quiet for a second, softly stroking my hard cock over my jeans. My dick is engorged, pressing angrily against my zipper as she pinches the tip and traces my shaft down.

Growling, I press my forehead against hers as she moves her fingers up and down. Biting on her bottom lip, her eyes shift between mine.

“Can I. . .” Her voice trails off as her eyes glint like gun metal. “Taste you?” she asks as she nibbles on her lip.

“Fuck yes you can.” I don't even have to think about it. “Suck my cock.” I tangle my fingers through her hair and push her right down into my lap. She drops down under the blanket and undoes my pants. Pulling my cock out, I feel her let out a hot breath. It spreads over my tip and down my length as she moans under the cover of the blanket. I stretch my hand down her back, creeping my fingers under her shirt to touch that smooth skin I’ve been dreaming about for days.

Her tongue licks across the tip, sucking it like a lollipop. She sucks my crown into her mouth, and drives her head down halfway, stroking the rest of my length with her hand. Laney pulls back to the ridge, and I slide my hand under the blanket, resting it on the back of her head, and giving her a little extra push.

She sinks down deeper, so deep my tip hits the back of her throat. Helping her back up with my hands tangled in her hair, she groans with pleasure. Her head bobs up and down under the blanket, and I can hear the slurp of her mouth as she sucks me hard.

It feels so fucking good. Her mouth is wet and hot, and her tongue flattens as it glides down the underside of my dick. She gags slightly as I jerk my hips right as her lips reach my base.

Smiling to myself, I lay my head back and close my eyes. Colors are flying behind my eyes as her lips squeeze their way down my length, and she tickles my balls with her fingertips.

Faster and faster she devours the hard muscle. She's moaning as she gives me head, enjoying it as much as I am. Well, maybe not as much as me.