Chapter 12

Denny smiled. “Try it.”

I licked it, and pretended to gag.

“You’re an asshole.” He tried grabbing my dick.

I outmaneuvered him, and snatched the lavender from his hands. “You’re arrogant, and slow.”

“Fuck you!”

I laughed. “Not a chance.” I flopped onto a wooden Adirondack chaise lounge next to the shed and reclined enough to expose my dick.

He crouched beside me, his gaze fixed between my legs. “Can I suck it?” He stroked my thighs. “Your legs are…” He leaned and licked my left knee.

I gripped the back of his head, and forced his mouth onto my inner thigh near my balls. “Stellar?”

Denny looked up. “Pretty fucking stellar.”

When he tried to put his mouth on my dick, I moved.

“Come on, aren’t you going to let me suck it?”

The tremor in his voice made me want to jam my cock down his throat. Instead, I dug two fingers into the curd. “Depends.”

“On what?”

I removed my fingers, some curd dripping onto my chest. “If this shit is good or not.”