Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Rachel
I think we are both still in shock as we drive back to the field. His shirtless torso fills my eyes with a wonderful view. Chad’s forearms grip the steering wheel, veins popping out and his skin shiny with sweat.
My tank top is streaked with mud and my obvious excitement pushing my nipples out through the white fabric. I shrug my shoulders, trying to pull my body upright, thinking of his chiseled body. My tummy sticking out a touch over the tight waist of my jeans.
We drive the short distance in silence. Words lose their importance after you pull a guy from the mouth of death. It takes a few minutes for our breathing to get back to normal.
“You were amazing, Rachel. Truly amazing. If you hadn’t been there… well.” He shakes his head and pulls the pickup to a stop back by the giant, green man-eater.
“You too.”
I lean over and pull the handle and open the door of the pickup.
“Hey…whoa, don’t you go another step, little Dove.” The door squeaks and slams behind me, and I can hear his fast pace crunching through the grass. I turn to find him standing almost right over me, unrestrained hunger in his eyes. “Rachel.” He shakes his head, then takes my face in his rough hands, holds me there, forcing me to look at him. “Fuck…Rachel, you saved Enrique’s life.”
We are both still high from the adrenaline. But, his half naked body is serving to create another kind of high for me. My heart fills my chest and I feel a chill swarm over my skin even as the sun beats down on us.
“You pushed the button.”
“Goddamnit…” His hands press my cheeks, and pull my face hard into his lips.
“Mmm,” I moan and press back into his kiss.
The wild excitement and trauma of what just happened, all turning to a driving sexual lust. His metal belt buckle teases me. I want to reach out and pull at it, but all of my inhibitions, all of my irritating self-esteem still holds me back.
Our tongues circle and swirl around, Chad’s face hard against mine, taking the kiss from me, offering no recourse. He doesn’t pull back until my breath evaporates, then he slides his hands over my shoulders, grabs my fingers, and pulls them behind my back, pressing my body against his so that we meld together as one.
“I’m going to fuck you, Rachel,” he says. “Here, hard.” His face is next to my ear, the words whispered in a low, even tone but they are hard, thick and stern.
He’s taking what he wants and not asking. My mind swirls around and around. We’re standing right out in the field. I feel self-conscious, and the searing intensity in his face is frightening.
“I don’t think we should. Not out here.”
“Shhhhh.” His finger presses on my lips, then is replaced by his mouth, taking any more words and stifling them.
I manage to mutter during a breath, “We’re outside, where someone could see.”
Chad’s hands tighten my wrists behind my back, locking them so that I can’t move. “I’m going to fuck you, Rachel. Who’s going to see? A few crows?” My skin ripples with chilled goose bumps. Chad’s sparkling blue eyes pin me below him in the most intense gaze. His brow comes together and his face is fierce.
“Tell me you’re not wet right now, Dove. Tell me that and I’ll stop.”
My heart is bursting, and my belly and chest are as tight as a trap ready to spring.
There is no denying the soaking fabric between my legs.
“That’s what I thought. Get down, Rachel…you’re going to show me what your knees are for today.”
His hand releases my wrists, pressing down on my shoulders. Firm, but I could refuse. If I wanted to.
“I’ve never…”
His calm dominance makes me drunk. I’m light-headed, floating in the moment. But I want to do this, more than I could have imagined.
“Don’t talk, undo my pants.”
My fingers are shaking as I slide the silver pin from the leather belt, loosening it. I watch as the skin stretches over the muscle with each breath. My own flesh between my legs aches, knowing what’s coming.
I inch the zipper down, the outline of a giant erection pressing against the blue cloth of his jeans.
“Pull them down.”
He’s guiding me. Telling me what to do and I love it more than I probably should.
My shaking hands slip under the waist of the jeans and underwear, time slowing as I slide the fabric lower and lower. The head of his hard cock catches on the elastic of the boxers and I can’t believe when my mouth starts to water thinking of what I’m about to do.
Chad’s hand comes down to set his erection free, grasping its enormous length and stroking it in front of my face. He presses the giant swollen member lower, holding it ready for me.
“I don’t know how, I’ve never…”
“I’ll teach you how to please me, Dove. Open your mouth,” he growls.
My body shudders with each harsh word he utters. Part of me thinks I should defy him, but it’s not possible. His words own me, it seems impossible to resist his power right now.
“Now, Dove. Tongue first. I want to see you love what you’re doing. Lick that little drop there, then work your tongue around and around, get me good and wet.”
Kneeling in front of him and opening my mouth like this, tension builds in my core. I’m on edge, waiting for the first touch of a cock to my mouth.
Chad doesn’t hesitate. He directs the engorged head and it slides over my lips, the sensation spinning my insides, my flesh erupting in a wave of sweat. The head is hard, but at the same time soft and spongy, tasting of something I could only imagine is the flavor of a man’s lust. The taste infuses me with swirling desire. I’m about to give my first blow job, right here, out it the open field, with this sculpted god standing over me.
“God, good girl, Dove. Let me see your tongue soak my shaft, darlin’.”
Doing what he says, the textures of the skin on my tongue entrances me. The snaking vein on the top standing out high as I kiss and lick until his massive erection is covered in my saliva.
He is not gentle, as he drives the length of his cock several inches into my mouth with his first thrust, and I move my tongue inside my mouth, feeling the thick veins and the swollen ridge around the base of the head. Wetting the beast more as it tunnels its way into my throat, I know there is no way I could take the entire thing. It’s too long, my mouth opening as wide as I can just to circle around.
My lips wrap themselves around my teeth, protecting him from them as his slick, smooth skin slides easily through my wet lips. My body clenches inside while the lips of my pussy tingle below.
Chad’s hands slide across my cheeks, pressing my hair back and holding onto the sides of my head. “Holy shit. That’s good, Rachel.”
His encouragement helps and my pussy clenches, driving my own fluid out into my panties. The sound of his deep voice full of lust makes my heart thump so hard I think I’m going to pass out. I never dreamed I would want to be dominated like this. Conquered. Owned. But it makes my body soften, ready to do anything that he demands.
His hips thrust forward, the tip of his cock driving into my throat, gagging me, but he doesn’t stop. His firm grip holds my head in place as he slides the length out again. When I feel the ridges of the swollen head on my tongue, I swirl around him, teasing and caressing. Then he plunges back inside, deeper and harder, over and over. I can’t breathe, tears are running down my cheeks and saliva drips from my chin.
I suck until the hollows of my cheeks can be no deeper. I have only read in magazines about this, giving a blow job, but I want to please him. I try to remember anything and everything I’ve read.
“Fuck, yeah, that’s it.” I hear small moans and whispers coming from Chad. I suck as if I might be able to milk the cum out of him, moving back and forth so that the head of his cock keeps almost popping out of my mouth, making sucking sounds that echo around my head.
The waistband of his jeans sits just below his hips, and my fingers dig into it, twisting themselves into the fabric like I might fall if I lose my grip. I try in vain to pull him back, away from me, so that I might catch a full breath, but he doesn’t surrender.
His hips buck forward and back, fucking my face like he owns me. Kneeling in front of his power, I struggle, figuring out I have to gasp for air through my nose each time he pulls forward. I hear the sounds of pleasure coming from above as I adjust to his pace, sucking hard, using my tongue and sucking in air each time he withdraws.
Knowing I’m pleasing him turns me on, the adrenaline rushing through my body like an athlete at the finish line. Pride swells within me just knowing that I’m doing this right. The aching between my own legs increases with the intensity of his plunging cock. The tip of the phallus that fills my mouth swells even more, the ridge around the head growing more and more defined and a taste of salt tickles my tongue.
“Goddamn…” Chad’s blue eyes watch me with awe and it makes me want to please him even more. Then his weight shifts back.
My mouth is suddenly empty. Trickles of spit fall from my chin. I gasp for air as my throat and mouth are suddenly free to consume oxygen again.