by BJ Blakely
My head is spinning. “Jax,” I say at last, breathless. “I don’t know how to say this, but I think you know more about pop culture than me.”
We both burst into laughter. “I don’t think makeup artist drama counts as pop culture, but I’ll take it. Especially if it makes me seem cooler than I am.”
Jesus Christ. My head is fucking spinning. I can’t believe Jax knows about makeup gurus.
What. The. Fuck.
Jax takes the brushes from my hand. “Tell me you like the gift. Then we can move on.”
My heart melts at once, and I’m overwhelmed by a truckload of warm fuzzies. “I like the brushes.” My voice is so damn soft it hurts. “I love them. This is the best fucking gift anyone’s ever given to me.”
Jax snorts and moves his hand to my hard crotch. “You’re such a charmer. But you didn’t have to get hard for me.”
“I can’t help it,” I whisper, staring into Jax’s eyes. “The brushes excite me.”
Jax moves to unleash my hardness from my briefs but I stop him. “No,” I say strongly.
Jax removes his hand at once. “Uh oh. I didn’t ask for consent.”
I groan and roll my eyes. “That’s obviously not why I said stop.”
Jax furrows his brow in confusion. “Then why?”
It’s my moment of truth. “Because I have something planned for tonight,” I admit at last. “And I don’t want to lose my horniness before then.”
Jax barks out a laugh. “I thought you could go all day. And night. At least that’s what you said yesterday morning.”
“I can.” I inch forward to kiss him, but I don’t put my lips on his quite yet. “But this is a special surprise, sir. I want us to wait.”
My voice is so fucking breathy and raspy that Jax can’t help but pop a boner.
Without breaking eye contact, he takes my hand and brings it to his cock.
“Uh oh,” Jax whispers, letting me feel his excitement, helping me understand what the fuck my words do to him. “You got me a little excited too.”
“Good,” I whisper breathily. “Keep that same energy tonight. I’ll try my best not to let us down.”
I’m going to blow Jax’s fucking mind.
Jax
“I’ll go in first. Follow when you want.”
I’m waiting outside the Truck n’ Munch, my cock hard as a rock.
The entire day has been a fucking blur.
At Tilly’s, I asked Logan no less than five times what he had up his sleeve, but he didn’t answer.
Only a wink, a smirk, and a curt, illusive, “You’ll have to wait and see.”
Now I’ve been waiting the entire afternoon, replaying Logan’s parting words in my mind.
“I’ll go in first. Follow when you want.”
Fuck yeah, baby. It’s time to head into the truck stop to see.
I exit my rig and make my way towards the Truck n’ Munch bathroom.
Now that I finally realize Logan wants to role-play — to re-create our first moments together as if it’s the first time — my heart won’t stop fucking racing, and I feel like I’m going to sprout wings.
Logan’s the sexiest, sweetest, most amazing fucking partner ever, and I’m fucking honored to role-play “glory hole” at the truck stop tonight.
I enter the bathroom and head to the second-to-last stall.
The last stall is locked shut, and the rest are empty. My heart rate picks up as I slide into the stall and lock it behind me.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, unzipping my jeans.
I let my cock rise to attention, then spit on the head to lube myself up. I moan as I jerk myself to get into the mental mindset of the game.
It could be anyone in that stall.
Will they tap? Or won’t they?
Is it someone taking a shit? Or are they stroking their cock like me?
It’s so fucking hot, but it’s even hotter when I hear the three soft taps on the stall that lets me know Logan’s game.
With a primal grunt, I heave my naked ass off the toilet seat and bring my cock to the glory hole.
“You want it?” I grunt, stroking my shaft as I tease the anonymous person on the other side with the sight of my cock head and foreskin. “You want to suck my trucker cock?”
“Yes,” a soft innocent voice whispers from the other side, sending fucking chills through my spine.
I grunt and thrust my cock through the glory hole. “Suck it,” I rasp, thrusting myself balls deep into the circular hole. “Wrap your lips around my cock and suck me off.”
“I’m scared,” the voice whispers back, trembling with anxiety.
“Don’t be scared,” I grunt.
“I can’t help it,” the voice whispers. “It’s so big. I’ve never sucked one this big before. I might mess up.”
Jesus fucking Christ. Logan is such a kinky fuck. “It’s okay,” I whisper breathlessly, willing him with everything I fucking have to suck my cock. “Just wrap your fingers around the shaft and tug it.”
The mystery man obeys my command.
“Fuck,” I rasp. “Just like that.”
Logan moans as he brings his lips to my cock head. “I’m scared it’ll be too big to fit in my throat,” he whispers in a voice so fucking soft my heart snaps.
“It’s not too big,” I grunt. “Try it, cutie. You might like it. But you won’t know until you try.”
Logan clears his throat. “This role play isn’t weird, right? I’m not making you uncomfortable?”
I snort. “It’s weird as fuck, but I’m not complaining.”
“We can stop if you like.”
“Hell no,” I shout, but then I lower my voice. “No,” I whisper. “Now open those pretty lips and suck my cock.”
Logan opens his mouth and licks my cock head, peeling back the foreskin and swirling his hot wet tongue around the tip, sucking and moaning as his spit acts as lube.
I cry out and place my hands on the stall for support, thrusting deeper into this throat, relishing the rough sensation of my cock head gliding down the roof of his mouth.
Logan gags and gurgles, and it’s so fucking sexy it nearly sends me over the edge, but I fucking restrain myself and force myself to hold back until Logan’s ready for my seed.
But Logan’s one greedy fuck. He pops my cock out of his throat and whispers, “I want you to come on me,” and his words are goddamn electricity in my veins.
I picture Logan sucking and swallowing me, his pretty lips dripping, fucking drooling as he gasps and sucks, getting so much fucking pleasure from this primal act of anonymous sex.
Emotion barrels through me at the thought of Logan moaning and pleasuring himself, jerking his own cock as he sucks and greedily swallows me.
I do this until the mental image of him sucking and gagging and spitting and drooling is too much to fucking take and a surge of aching lust courses through my veins.
“Fuck,” I shout, banging the goddamn stall with my fists, trying to break the fucking thing down. I need to see him. I have to fucking see this man who sucks me like a goddamn horny angel flying high off his first taste of cock.
It’s too much to fucking take. With a primal roar that fills the bathroom, I heave my hardness balls-deep into the glory hole, bottoming out as I fill his hot tight throat and sending spasm after motherfucking spasm into his throat.
My heart fills with red-hot need and also pride at the thought of Logan swallowing every fucking drop, sucking every goddamn bead, wasting nothing.
“Jesus,” I roar ferally, coating his throat with a second wave, painting every fucking corridor of his mouth and let him know he’s mine. Mine.
The word echoes and reverberates throughout my skull so fucking violently I have to say it out loud. “Mine.”
Logan removes my cock from his mouth. “I’m yours,” he whispers, sticking his hand through the glory hole, and swatting my clothes. “I’m yours, Jax. Please tell me I’m yours.”
Tears well in my eyes at the
sight of this beautiful young man reaching through the fucking glory hole for me.
“Yes,” I whisper hotly, dropping to one knee. “You’re mine. You’re mine for fucking ever and ever, and I’ll never fucking leave you again.”
“I love you, Jax.”
“I love you too.”
“Now kiss me,” Logan whimpers, removing his hand from the glory hole. He brings his lips to the glory hole.
My jaw drops. “You’re covered in come.”
“Yeah,” Logan whispers. “It’s my own come. I hope you don’t mind. I kinda made a mess.”
He’s so fucking sexy. “I don’t understand how you got your own come on your face.”
Logan sighs. “I’m a shooter. It’s kinda my thing.”
I bring my lips to his. “And you want to kiss through the glory hole?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re not worried you’ll catch an STD?”
“Fuck no.”
“Okay. Here goes nothing.”
I kiss him, hot and hard. Come drips down his face and falls to the floor but I don’t care.
We’re kissing through a grimy glory hole but it feels like we're suspended in the fucking clouds.
The bathroom falls to the wings until it’s us two kissing hard, covered in sweat, lust, come.
Logan breaks off the kiss. “Damn.” His voice is fucking breathless. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”
I snort and shake my head. “Can we head back and shower? This is the grossest thing I’ve ever done.”
Logan snickers. He plants another quick kiss on my lips. “Yes. Let’s head back and shower. Then I want to spend the entire goddamn night watching rich people complain about cupboards on HGTV.”
“Ugh,” I groan, already feeling the surge of anticipation shoot through me at the thought of vegging out with my man. “Let’s hurry then. You had me at ‘watch millionaires lose their shit over first world problems.’”
We exit the stalls, and the instant we reach the rig, I press Logan up against the metal exterior.
“Here’s a real kiss,” I whisper, pulling his mouth flush with mine.
Logan moans as he loses himself in the kiss.
The leftovers of his salty come invade my tastebuds, and I fucking love it.
I don’t resist for a second when he swirls his tongue around mine.
At last, his eyelashes flutter open, and he stares into my eyes. “I love you, Jax.”
“I love you too,” I whisper. I run my thumb over this cheek. “Now let’s get our asses home and watch TV.”
23
Jax
August
“Fuck. I’m gonna come.”
Sunlight unfurls over stunning Montana mountains this beautiful morning on the road.
Logan and I have been road trippin’ for the past week, and life has never been better.
But weather has constrained us to the Midwest, though that’s changing.
The Montana skies are stunning, wide and free.
I can’t fault Logan for admitting he’s going to bust a nut in his khakis looking at the vista.
“I’m gonna come too,” I joke, reaching past my stick shift and smacking his thigh.
Logan grins, and his cheeks turn bright pink as he settles into the seat.
But then suddenly he freezes. “Jax,” he shouts, and points to something through the window.
I whip around. Is it a deer? Buffalo? I could easily crash into a deer on the road, especially since my beautiful boyfriend has completely stolen my attention.
But a bolt of relief courses through me when I realize it’s not deer at all; it’s a Starbucks.
A lonely drive-through Starbucks in the middle of Bozeman, where we just pulled in.
Safe to say Logan’s hungry for breakfast.
I bark out a laugh. “You can’t do that to me, asshole. I nearly crashed the rig.”
“Sorry.” Logan’s voice is so soft and innocent, but something snarky lurks underneath. Damn, he’s so full of shit. Such a damn cutie. “I didn’t mean to scare you. But I’m in the mood for a breakfast sandwich.”
I yank my right hand away from Logan’s irresistible thighs and man the rig towards the drive-thru. “I didn’t budget for breakfast sandwiches during this vacation. Working at a diner, I kinda figured you were sick of breakfast.”
Logan cocks an eyebrow at me. “Sick of breakfast?” He crosses his arms and eyes the Starbucks. “As if.”
“Come on,” I maintain, pulling into the drive through. For a second, I’m worried my rig won’t fit, but then I realize they built the roof for truckers, as this is a truck stop town. Mr. Big slides in like a well-lubed cock in a stripper’s hole. “All you do is serve obnoxious customers bacon-cheddar-Monterey Jack omelets of their dreams. I can’t believe you’re not sick of all things breakfast by now.”
Logan shakes his head. “You’d have to bribe me to eat an omelet right now. But I can definitely fit a sausage-cheddar muffin sandwich down the hatch.”
I pull out my wallet. “What about two?”
Logan shrugs. “Wouldn’t hurt to try.”
Ten minutes later, we’re summating a stunning but very high mountain with our fresh coffee, sandwiches, and happy spirits in hand.
At the Starbucks, I pulled up the Maps app and found a perfect location to eat.
It’s at the top of a large summit, so it takes some work reaching the top.
But when we arrive, the views are top-notch.
As we pull into the parking lot, I realize the Maps app was totally correct.
The views can’t be beat.
Logan nearly flips his fucking lid when he sees the view. “Jax,” he gasps, intertwining his fingers with mine. “What. The. Fuck.”
I lead him to a small picnic table surrounded by mist.
In fact, mist flows around the entire peak of the mountain, sunlight piercing it at various angles.
It looks like we’re eating breakfast in a fucking diamond, overlooking a valley of emerald trees and sapphire streams.
Come to think of it, the Maps app undersold this place.
After spreading a white tablecloth over the table, I help Logan climb onto the bench at the picnic table.
I dish out the food, and Logan eyes the sandwiches hungrily.
“Oh my God,” he moans as he digs into a delicious sandwich, looking adorable as fuck.
I pull out my own bacon-gouda sandwich and eat it right away, savoring the hot and crispy warmth.
Nothing like zesty breakfast sandwiches and hot coffee to start the day.
Logan sets down his sandwich and takes a sip of his caramel macchiato. “Fuck,” he groans, swallowing the marshmallow-y espresso drink. “This is heaven. These sandwiches are the best.”
I nod. “Montana does it right.”
Logan nods. “And the macchiato is top-notch. The sandwich is to-come-for. And the view is the most picturesque I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“Did you really call your sandwich ‘to-come-for’? Or am I hearing things?”
Logan swallows another sip of his drink. “You’re hearing things.”
“Like hell.”
Logan scoots closer to me. He sets down his drink and places his hand on my crotch. “Oh no, Jax.”
I furrow my brow. “Is something wrong?”
Logan nods and stares at the ground. “Yeah.”
My heart shatters at once. Fuck. What did I do this time?
“Tell me, Logan,” I urge him, caressing his hand. “Let me make it right.”
Logan pretends to sniffle. “It hurts that you don’t like me more, Jax.”
“What do you mean?”
With a dramatic sigh, Logan removes his hand from my crotch and brings it between his own legs, then spreads his legs and lets me feel him.
My cute young boyfriend is hard as a rock… But sadly he’s upset I’m not hard as well.
I can’t help but laugh. “Jesus, Logan. I don’t know what the univ
erse put into you when it stitched you together in the womb, but it gave you too much horniness for your own good.”
Logan refuses to stop with the melodrama. “I can’t help it,” he says sadly, sounding like he’s at a fucking wake. “I get excited when you do nice things for me. Like buy me sandwiches. It’s so kind.”
I shake my head. “You’re the one who took off work to come on a road trip with me. It’s my duty to buy you nice things. Especially since you’re missing out on a week’s wages.”
“All I did was sweet-talk Betty into giving me an early vacation. You’re the one risking your job by bringing me along.”
I’m about to respond when Logan interrupts me. “Wait here.”
In one quick motion he untangles himself from the picnic bench and rushes to my rig, throws open the passenger seat door, and grabs something hidden behind the seat.
My jaw drops, and I can’t fucking believe my eyes.
How the hell didn’t I notice the stunning package with the ribbon behind his seat?
My sweet little guy brought me a surprise.
Logan rushes back to me with a giant grin on his face. “Okay, Jax,” he says in a huff, setting the gift on the picnic table. He wipes his brow. “You have to promise not to be mad.”
I welcome him back to the bench with open arms. “You’re off your gourd. I can’t be mad at a gift.”
Logan shakes his head adorably. “You won’t be mad about the present. You’ll be pissed I kept it from you.”
I run my fingers over the package. It’s so fucking delicately wrapped. Logan made sure every fucking square of wrapping paper was in the correct spot, and the stunning silver ribbon glistens like a damn diamond.
How can I be mad?
“Can I open it?” I ask as Logan sits down next to me once again. I smell the lavender body wash he swiped from Sweet Dreamin’. It gets me even harder.
Logan blushes and he nods. “Yeah.”
“Perfect.” Removing my hand from his body, I tear open the wrapping paper and set it aside. I pull the package from underneath. My heart melts like a giant fluffy marshmallow when I see what it is.
