“Maybe later. I’m cold.” I stand up and start getting dressed. He sits up on his elbow and looks at me like I’ve lost my fucking mind. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m still ready to pack it in for the night. “Let’s go. You can clean this all up later,right?”
He makes a weird noise when I turn my back and start adjusting my bra, but then I see his naked ass walk by as he takes off the condom. It takes all my willpower to keep a straight face. I finish dressing and then walk around the circle and start blowing out the candles. They really were working because by the time I get to the last one, the bugs already start movingin.
“I’ll be in the truck,” I say. He’s buttoning up his shirt. The brand new shirt I came all over. There’s a huge spot that stretches from the collar all over the right shoulder, down the side. I will not laugh. I willnot.
“Okay,” he grunts. “Let me just pack up the food and we can go.” Oh, he is so pissed. I will notlaugh.
I step into my rainboots and pick my way over to the truck. I find it unlocked and climb in. Silas makes quick work of packing up the picnic and our trash. He throws it in the flatbed and then climbs in the driver’s seat. He refuses to look at me. As soon as he turns the key and the cabin goes dark, I reach over and run my hand over hiscrotch.
“Open your legs,” I tell him. He gives me that look again, like I’ve lost my whole mind. “Is this aproblem?
“No. What?No.”
“Okay, well open your legs a bit and then drive.” He adjusts himself to give me enough room to cup him just right. I can feel his half-deflated erection pump back to life under my fingers. He slowly backs up and turns the truck around. I let him drive for a minute or so, rubbing him up and down, squeezing him before it’s time to remind him what he asked me to do for himtonight.
“Stop thetruck.”
“What?”
“Stop the truck.” He stops. “Put it in park. Take your foot off the pedal.” He slams the gear shift into place, then throws on the emergency brake. I reach over and unbutton his jeans. He has to help me pull out his cock, it’s so big. I thank him and then I start stroking him, skin to skin. I look at him and don’t look away until he takes his gaze off what my fingers are doing and looks back at me. I want to kiss him, but we’re not done with our lessonyet.
“Say it. ‘This cock is yours, Ebie.’ Sayit.”
“This cock is yours. Ebie,” he chokes out. His eyes almost roll closed when I run my thumb over the wet slit of hisdick.
“Good. And you trust me, don’t you? You know I’m going to take care of this cock. There’s no need for you to rushme.”
He shakes his head in agreement, but that’s not what I want. I stop moving my hand. “Uh! Try again. Say it. Say ‘I know you’re going to take good care of thiscock.’”
He swallows before he speaks. “I know you’re going to take good care of thiscock.”
“That’s right.” I lean over the center console and take him into my mouth. I suck him nice and slow until he starts pumping into my mouth. I really like Silas, I care about him a lot. He’s earned a lot in this sexual relationship, but I’m not going to let him come in my mouth. Not yet. I sit back and keep stroking him with my hand. He lets out a sigh of relief, like he knows he won’t last another second if I keep sucking himdown.
“You like the way I treat your cock, don’t you? Tell me thetruth.”
“Yes, Ebie. I like the way you treat mycock.”
“Good. I like the way your cock treats me. You can come now,” I say as I start stroking him faster. He can’t come on command yet, not after he’s been holding back so long. He hasn’t had enough practice. Still it only takes a few pumps before jizz starts spurting out of his cock. He makes the hottest noise, this painful groan that turns into a full on moan as his head digs back into the headrest. Some of his cum reaches his chest, but the rest of it dribbles out of the tip, thick white globs on the head of his cock and the back of my hand. I keep it up, stroking him nice and hard until there’s nothing left. I wipe my hand on hisjeans.
“Thank you for a lovely evening,” I say, looking at him. I can’t help but smirk a bit when his eyes roll in mydirection.
“Yeah,” he says. He clears his throat before stuffing himself back into his pants and zipping up hisfly.
“Hey, you gave the control back to me, buddy. I don’t know what you expected,” I say. I do laugh thistime.
“You’re going to kill me,” he says as he releases the brake and slides the gear back to Drive. I decide to give him a break until we get back to the house. I help him unload the food. I grab the bug spray and let the dogs out for a bit while he gets cleaned up and changes his clothes. When we climb into bed together, David Dorrit is the furthest thing from my mind. I’m ready to deal with what Scott has to throw at me when he learns the truth. In this moment, I am happy and I don’t want anyone to fuck this up forme.
Silas turns off the light and pulls me close. I’m wide awake. I’ll watch cooking shows on my laptop once he falls asleep. For now I want him to holdme.
I listen to the sound of the AC. I readjust when Honeycrisp comes to claim her spot on the sheets. When everything is quiet, Silasspeaks.
“I wish you didn’t have to be here,” he says in the dark between us. It takes me a second before I understand what exactly hemeans.
“Me neither,” Ireply.
“But I could do this for a longtime.”
“Metoo.”