This story continues "Plowed: Part I."
Disclaimer: The story depicts scenes of reluctance and at times non-consensual sexual contact. All characters and places in this story are fictional. Any similarity herein to real persons or places is entirely coincidental.
Brad blushed, its red hue peeking from beneath his hunting stubble. He scowled, grunted, and pushed, but he couldn't deny it: Jayden's moist kisses and kinky beard had coaxed a sizzle into Brad's skin that tickled his ears and now sent a funny feeling, like silvery tingles, up and down his spine. He shuddered in the black man's arms.
Jayden pulled his tongue out of Brad's mouth and grinned down at the white man's sweaty panic.
"You liking it, baby?"
Brad gasped for air. "No! Get the fuck out!"
"Aww." Jayden just chuckled, held Brad firmly in place, and glanced at Brad's radio. "You want some music?"
"Wha--? Mu--? No! GET THE FU--OOMPH!"
Jayden's lips captured Brad's mouth again, slurping and smacking. Tongue smooshed tongue and their chins clashed, shaggy beard on stubble. Brad's spine kept shivering, his ears tingling. He pounded his feet against the plow's cab door, cracking a pane of glass, and swallowed another moan.
"Mmm!"
Why does this feel so--fuck!
Brad felt Jayden press his tongue and body even harder into Brad's struggling frame. Jayden's smell invaded Brad's nose, a mixture of sweat, coffee, and something spicy, like cheap aftershave. His muscles, thick and wiry, twisted under Brad's fingers.
Baby you're a song
You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise
Down a back road blowin' stop signs through the middle
Every little farm town with you...
Jayden had turned on the radio as he sucked Brad's face. Brad's eyes fluttered open, and he dared to look at the black man on top of him. Jayden grinned down at him. Their eyes met.
"You ok, baby?" Jayden's voice was low, almost a whisper. He kissed Brad's nose.
Brad's cheeks flamed red. "Just get the fuck--"
"Aw, just chill, baby." Jayden laughed softly. "You my baby, right?"
Before Brad could answer, Jayden dug his lips under Brad's jaw, lapping at his neck like a puppy. Brad gasped, then whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut.
"Oh! Ohhh...."
.
No woman had ever sucked his neck this way. He grabbed at Jayden's back, and he felt Jayden's hands begin to rub his shoulders and back. He tried not to moan, but--
"UHN!"
The feeling of Jayden sucking on his neck and rubbing his kinky curls against his nape had pushed the tingles on Brad's spine into his muscle, tickling his buttcheeks and teasing his--
"OH!" Brad squeaked. His eyes popped open, his face startled.
"Mmph?" Jayden grunted into Brad's neck. "Whazzit, babe?" He squeezed Brad's shoulders tenderly.
"I--my--agh! OH!" Brad grunted and growled. He could barely speak, his mind whirling from the sensation. "What--agh! OH! Fuck!"
My nipples??
Brad's nipples had never felt anything before. They were just irrelevant pink nubs, perched on his muscled pecs and nestled in the curls of his chest hair. But now each one had suddenly tingled. And tingled more. He clenched his teeth and writhed, as if wrestling a wild cat in his own skin.
"UHNNNNNN!!!!" he grunted. "FUCK!"
With every lick of Jayden's tongue, every nip of his teeth and scritchy-scratch of his beard, each of Brad's nipples tingled and grew a little stiff. Stiffer and stiffer they got, until it felt as though they were twisting on themselves, tight and hot, electric with silver sizzle.
"Ohhhhh!" Brad rolled his eyes and kicked his feet against the cab door again. Another pane of glass cracked. "Ohhhhh, FUCK!"
