by J. M. Snyder
“You know there’s a team here, right?”
“Totally. I hit a few games a season.”
“Sounds like another date opportunity.”
Marcus grimaced just after he said that.
“What?” Now I looked behind me and saw what he did. On the TV over the bar, one of the local weather guys was pointing out the huge line of thunderstorms on the ominous radar map behind him. According to the details at the bottom of the screen, tornado watch was up for most of the area, and a thunderstorm warning was issued for the county next to us. I turned back to Marcus. “No wonder the lightning’s so intense.”
As we finished the last bits of our meal, our server dropped by to see if we wanted anything else.
“Gotta do the peanut butter pie,” I said. “It’s pretty much the best thing ever.”
“Okay then,” Marcus said. “Sounds like it’s two servings of pie. I’d like a cup of coffee, too.”
“Coffee here, too, please.”
The server went off with our dishes and our order as the sky lit up again.
“You gonna be okay?” Marcus asked, no doubt seeing a bit of fear in my eyes.
“Yeah.” I paused to take a calming breath. “I’ve heard stories, and seen the pictures and video, of the big tornado that came through a few years ago. Troy was an undergrad at the time and said it was the most terrifying day of his life. While I didn’t go through that, the weather makes me jumpy anytime that guy shows up with warnings.”
“It was really bad,” Marcus said. “I’d been through a lot of storms growing up here, but that day was unlike anything I’d experienced.” He laid his hand over mine. “You want to get dessert to go and just go back to my place? I’m good either way.”
I felt like a wuss, but I wasn’t going to deny I’d rather be home. “Let’s do dessert here and then back to your place. It’s not even raining yet. If it blows over quick, we can go out and catch some of the game like we’d planned.”
“Works for me. We can even start watching the game at my place, have a beer, and figure the rest out later.”
Marcus was awesome.
The pie and coffee arrived and I had to restrain from burying my face in it. There seemed to be more peanut butter filling than usual, plus a generous helping of whipped cream.
“You’re practically drooling,” he said, barely containing a chuckle.
“Take a bite and you’ll see why.”
He took a moment to study the slice, poking it with the fork as if trying to find the perfect bite. Then he stabbed the tip and got a good mix of crust, filling and cream on his fork. He held the utensil under his nose and I heard him inhale.
“Smells great,” he said. He lowered the fork to his mouth and his tongue darted out, lapping up some of the filling. Pie tasting had never been so hot. He paused and then took the whole thing into his mouth. “You weren’t kidding. This is awesome.” He immediately took another bite.
I wanted to be the pie. Or maybe I wanted to eat pie off him. Maybe he needed to eat it off me. I didn’t usually consider food this way, but the way he approached that bite was smokin’ hot.
“What?” he asked, his eyebrow raised.
Crap. I was staring.
“Sorry,” I took a couple bites of my own just to catch up and sighed because it tasted so good. I decided to come clean. “I was having pretty naughty thoughts about you and the pie.”
He looked at me for a moment and then stabbed another bite that was bigger than his first. “So,” he said in a low, sexy voice. “What exactly should I do with this pie?” His leg brushed against mine.
I swallowed hard. My cock tented in my pants, which would make leaving the restaurant potentially difficult. “Well, you see, I haven’t decided if I should be licking it off you, or vice versa.”
He put the pie into his mouth and then slowly removed the fork. “Maybe we should do both.”
“How is everything, gentlemen?” the server asked, sneaking up on us. “More coffee?”
“I think we’re good,” Marcus said, sounding completely unfazed. “Is it possible to get a whole pie to go?” I nearly choked, which wasn’t on a piece of creamy pie. What was he thinking? “And then the check so we can get outta here before the storm comes.”
“Sounds good. I’ll be right back with that.” The server retreated to the kitchen.
“I like this mischievous streak you seem to have,” I said. I tried to be sexy with the bite I was taking but I wasn’t sure I was successful, although Marcus watched me intently and the sexy smile never left his face.
We stopped talking, watching each other carefully as we finished our pie. We never got too overt since there were other people around, but it was incredibly sensual. My cock only got harder. I had no doubt Marcus’ was, too. It was going to be tricky leaving here without it being crazy obvious.
The pie and check arrived and we both put credit cards down to split the bill.
“I suspect we’re not going out at all,” I said, eyeing both Marcus and the boxed pie.
“Probably not,” he said. “That okay?”
I gave him a look that said he was crazy for even asking. As soon as we signed our checks, we stood slowly. I liked that he did exactly what I did, pretending to brush away crumbs with the napkin to make adjustments for modesty’s sake. Outside, the air was oppressive. Hopefully the coming rain would put an end to the nasty heat.
* * * *
We got to his place in record time. It started to rain as we pulled into a parking space, the sky lighting up as the thunder cracked in the distance. My heart beat faster, more because of fear than lust. We bolted for the breezeway leading up to his apartment. Just as we reached cover, the sky opened up and the wind started whipping around us.
“We timed that pretty good,” he said.
“Totally.” I heard the anxiety in my voice and hated it.
“Come on, let’s get upstairs. This’ll be over in no time.”
I liked that he wasn’t condescending about my feelings. I knew my fear of storms wasn’t rational, especially since I’d never actually been in a bad one. Nevertheless, I was glad to be with him, rather than on my own, in the library or my apartment. A loud rumble of thunder cut through the sound of the rain, punctuating my thought.
Once we were inside his apartment, I placed the pie in the fridge. There was no way I’d be able to play out erotic pie fantasies right now. Returning to the living room I found Marcus on the balcony, which was about the last place I thought was safe. The TV was on with the weather guy going on about the storm and where to take cover for a tornado. The radar screen behind him seemed to show more storms now, stretching from the Tennessee border, cutting through the western part of the state and back out into eastern Mississippi. Several counties, including ours were under severe thunderstorm warnings. I had the urge to go into the super small hallway, kneel down, and cover my head, just like they taught you in grade school.
Marcus was holding the metal railing, looking towards the north. As I crossed the threshold onto the balcony, lightning shot an angry web of energy across the sky. Thunder crashed all around in response. I swallowed my desire to flee and came up behind him to wrap him in a hug.
“Why are you out here?” I asked.
“I like the rain.” He pulled at my arm and I let him adjust my position so I was next to him. “Even the storms are pretty cool. I love how the lightning is cutting through the sky.”
Another flash of lightning caused the lights in the apartment to flicker a couple times before going out. Thunder filled the darkness, taunting me. I shuddered, wishing I was braver.
Marcus turned and wrapped me in a hug. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t judge. He simply held me. It made me feel a little less afraid.
“Come on, I’ve got a lantern.” He led me back inside to the hall closet and pulled out a camping lantern. He switched it on, bathing the room in a blueish light. “There. That’s better.”
“Sorry I’m being suc
h a wuss.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, kissing my lips, a kiss I was all too happy to return because I needed the distraction.
Simultaneously our phones screeched in a sound I didn’t even know the phone could make. Sirens went off outside, too.
“Oh, no.” I said. I looked at my phone and found an emergency alert for a tornado warning.
“Just because the sirens go off doesn’t mean a tornado is coming to this exact spot. It could just be a funnel somewhere. But let’s grab a couple chairs off the balcony and sit in the bathroom to wait this out, just in case.” He was already heading to the balcony before I could say anything. Two folding chairs in tow, he closed the sliding glass door behind him and passed me to get into the bathroom. “You coming?”
“Sorry. You’re just so focused right now. It’s hard not to watch.”
“I’ve been through plenty of these.” He closed the bathroom door, unfolded one chair for me, next to the door and the other one he unfolded and put over the toilet.
“You’ve sat in here before like this,” I said. I would’ve never thought to bring in chairs like this.
“Yeah. One other time. Had a couple friends over for a movie night and we figured out how to be comfortable during a storm. You can also put a chair in the bathtub so that three people can sit.” A loud crack of thunder reverberated through the room and I jumped as if I was watching a horror movie. “Let’s see if we can find out what’s going on.” He messed around with his phone for a moment. “Looks like the worst of this, including the tornado, is to the north. So we wait this out for a half hour or so and it’ll be over.”
I wished I had his confidence. I felt safe with him, like the storm was going to have to go through him to get me.
He dropped out of his chair and onto his knees. “Let’s see if I can take your mind off what’s going on outside.”
My mind was occupied on the storm, but my dick knew what was getting ready to happen and it was getting hard before Marcus even put his hand on my zipper. He squeezed the bulge under the fabric and the sensation made me moan. Storm or not, my libido was taking over.
“Will you do this anytime a thunderstorm kicks up?” I asked, watching him in the low light of the lantern.
“It’d be my pleasure to distract you anytime.”
He lowered the zipper, reached inside, navigated past the fly of my underwear, and gently brought my cock out. He lightly gripped it and began stroking, getting it harder. I was fixated watching him. It was as if he’d never seen anything as interesting as my erection. His deft touch made the noise of rain and thunder fade into the background.
Marcus brought his lips to the head and ran his tongue over it as he began to suck. My mind flashed back to him teasing me with the pie and that only fueled the horniness. I ran my hand through his hair as he went completely down on my cock. I didn’t usually get sucked, or even jerk off, with this many clothes on. It was an interesting sensation to have my balls still in my boxers, where they could not get in on the action. Marcus seemed to know exactly what he was doing, making sure to hit as many sensitive spots as possible.
He had me quaking in the chair, as I lifted my ass up to get further down his throat, all the while he remained in control. He had me ready to come almost instantly, but he wouldn’t let me go over the edge. At one point I started trying to thrust at my own speed and he stopped and just gave me a look. I relaxed my hips, gently nudged his head back down, and resolved to let him go about his business.
I grabbed tightly at the chair arms, his tongue driving me insane. I had to be leaking cum, but he wouldn’t let me fully blow the load. It was maddening. And it was amazing. I wanted him to teach me how to do this. I was sure I could learn with practice. I got to the point where all I could do was shudder, moan, and hold on to the chair.
Suddenly he changed the way he was sucking on me. My balls shifted position in my boxers and I went over the edge. He looked up at me and winked, which was devilish. He knew exactly what he was doing. I couldn’t contain the moans. I suspected I was louder than I was at the lake. Hopefully the thunder and rain drowned out my noise, although I don’t think we’d care if the neighbors heard.
I nodded my head as I started to cum. I don’t know if he saw it or not because my eyes closed as the orgasm overtook me. Marcus didn’t let up as I shot down his throat. When the pleasure subsided, he gently stopped sucking and used his tongue to clean up every last bit of cum from my cock.
“Holy fuck,” I said as he placed my softening cock back in my boxers and zipped me up, “the building could’ve been blown away and I think I’d have missed it. That was incredible.”
He gave me a shy smile. It was surprising that he went so modest since he’d just blown me and my mind. “Glad you liked it.”
I leaned forward in the chair and kissed him while he was still kneeling on the floor. It was a deep kiss and I could taste myself in his mouth, which made me want to melt into him. His phone rang out from the vanity and interrupted our kiss. He glanced at the screen and grabbed it.
“Sorry,” he said as he swiped to answer the call. “Hi, Mrs. Langston. This is unexpected.” I heard a muffled voice on the other end of the phone as Marcus’ expression became serious. “I’ll come up right now. If you or Mr. Langston need anything, you call me, okay?” He paused again. “Yes, ma’am, I will.” He slipped the phone into his back pocket. “A tornado hit up by the farm. The Langston place, which borders some of our land got hit. They just got out of the cellar and are trying to figure things out. At least their house is okay.” He stood up and looked around. “I need to go up and check on the house and the horses. I’m sorry.”
I reached out and squeezed his arm. “It’s okay. I’ll come with you.”
He grabbed the chair he’d been sitting in and I took mine and folded it as we went back into the living room.
“You don’t have to do that. It could be messy or…”
“You might need the help. Besides, I want to help. Let me run down the hill and change into some work clothes. I’ll be back in a couple minutes.”
He looked at me as a smile played faintly across his lips, like he couldn’t believe what I was saying.
“Wow. I have to bolt after blowing you, and you’re still willing to come with me to help out in what could be a bad situation. You’re an amazing man, E. I don’t know many people who’d do that after going out for only a couple weeks.”
I leaned in and gave him a quick kiss before I pulled my phone and activated its flashlight app. “I wouldn’t do it for just anyone.” I winked at him before I headed for the door. “I’ll be back quick.”
The weather had cooled considerably, so I threw on an old pair of jeans and T-shirt, clothes I was willing to get dirty if things were messy. I checked the battery on my phone and headed out the door.
Marcus didn’t say much as we drove, focusing instead on the dark road. The street lamps were out and nobody had power. At least the rain had tapered off, making the drive a little easier. I reached down and squeezed Marcus’ leg, hoping to reassure him.
The power outage extended all the way to his parents’ house. As we pulled up the long driveway, the headlights didn’t reveal any damage, and the house looked okay. But we could hear the horses in the barn making quite a racket.
“Everything looks okay,” he said as we got out of the truck. “Let’s see what’s up with Alice and Trixie. Hopefully they’re just riled because of the storm.”
Marcus carried the lantern we’d used earlier, lighting our way to the barn. I added more with the flashlight I’d grabbed from the truck. The ground was soaked and muddy with only the occasional tree branch, and none of those were very big.
“Fuck me,” he said as he walked in the barn. My mouth dropped open as I saw what he did. A washing machine had crashed through the roof and into one of the stalls opposite the horses. Alice and Trixie didn’t seem hurt, but were obviously none too pleased with what had happened. The barn seeme
d relatively secure despite the big hole. But holy fuck there was a washing machine in the barn. “I guess it was thrown by the tornado.”
He sighed as I went over to the horses, moving slowly as not to startle them further. I walked up to Trixie and ran my hand across her nose. She seemed to calm down instantly, which helped Alice, too.
“So what do we need to do?” I asked.
“Not sure there’s much we can do in the dark. I’m not sure if we’ve got the materials so I can patch that, even for the short term. Hopefully it’ll be fine till morning. I’ll check the structure to make sure it doesn’t look like it’ll fall in.” He threw me his keys. “Can you go to the house and give it a look, make sure there’re no surprises there?”
“You got it.” I gave the horses one last scritch and took off on my mission.
The next few hours were a whirlwind. The only damage we found at Marcus’ place was the barn. But the Langstons had significant damage to their barn and needed help with their animals. I went with Marcus and relocated some horses and sheep to Marcus’ barn and a neighbor’s barn that was spared damage. I liked working with him as a team like this. We got all the animals situated, wrapping up around two in the morning.
Somewhere in the midst of all of it, the power came back on and Alice and Trixie seemed relieved that we could put the handheld lights away. As we walked out of the barn, Marcus took my hand.
“You were awesome tonight. I can’t thank you enough for the help. I know it was not what we were expecting to do.”
I brought his hand up and kissed his knuckles. “Like I said, I wouldn’t do this kind of thing for just anyone. But for someone I’m falling for, I’ll do whatever I can.”
He smiled and kissed my hand in the same way I’d just done to his.
“We should get you home,” Marcus said as we went to the truck.
“What about you?”
“I’m going to come back out here, get our contractor on the phone first thing in the morning to see when he can get that hole fixed. Plus with the new boarders, I’ve got more mouths to feed.”