We're in the barn -- not ours, of course, the bride's father's cousin's barn -- and all that shit they say in movies about fucking in a barn is a lie, the hay isn't even close to enough cushion and it smells like horseshit even when it's clean and there's no soft sexy light you don't bring in yourself. It's hard and dusty and you'll get splinters in your ass even though you keep your pants on and your ass doesn't hardly touch the wood, and there's nothing but hay to sit on, and that shit'll give you splinters too. Not that Teddy would ever complain. He's a man that don't need much and never has.
"We been gone too long." I'm throbbing in Teddy's mouth and I can't hardly breathe. "They'll come looking."
He sucks hard, like he's trying to drink me, puckering his lips and staring in my eyes. He pops me out of his mouth just before I come and gives me a closed-mouth smile. The light of the too-bright lantern turns his face into a dramatic mask; he looks like a Batman villain.
"I ought to slow down then." He climbs up my torso, straddles me like he's gonna ride. I thrust upward and he just laughs and sits roughly on me. His jeans on my bare cock hurts in the best way. "Your little slut would love the show."
