Chapter 24 Fletcher
Fletcher
This feeling is new. For the first time ever, I’ve forgotten about the need to fulfill my own cravings and care only about her and her pleasure.
It doesn’t matter that my cock is throbbing uncomfortably against my jeans.
If anything, it feels like a bit of a miracle that I haven’t just come in my pants, because I came pretty damn close as she climbed on top of me and let me eat out that perfect pussy of hers.
“Easy there,” I chuckle at her enthusiasm, thankful for the first time that my pants are still on as I reach into my pocket for my wallet.
I’d come prepared. Not only do I pull out a condom, but have more tucked away in my glove box just in case.
She seems confused by the request, but when she sees what’s in my hand, the realization takes hold. Then, with one swift motion, she reaches for my jeans and yanks them down my legs.
We’re a frenzy of limbs as she pulls and I kick off my boots and pants. The relief is instant the second I’m no longer restrained, and she palms my bulge through the thin fabric of my boxers, eliciting a low, throaty groan.
“Let me see you.” There’s no hint of shyness in her voice, and like always, when it comes to Hollis, I do exactly as told.
I place my hands on the sides of my boxers, slide them down, and kick them away with the rest of our discarded clothing.
Her eyes drift to my newly freed member as it stands at attention, and beams her approval. Her hand snakes down and wraps around my length, my muscles tensing as a low growl escapes my lips.
She knows exactly how to torture me. Each movement is slow and deliberate as she slides her hand over the sensitive skin of my cock. It takes pretty much everything in me not to grind myself into her touch, but I know how much she likes being in charge, and I let her have it.
My eyes close and my head dips backward as she continues to pump her hand back and forth along my shaft before moving toward the head.
She swipes her thumb across it, and then suddenly, without warning the warmth disappears and my eyes open.
With a slackened jaw and heavy-lidded eyes, I watch in complete awe as she sucks her pre-cum soaked thumb into her mouth.
“Holy fuck,” I curse.
At the very same moment, she says “I need you inside of me.”
The condom is still in my hand, and just as I make the move to tear it open, it’s yanked away as she rips it open with her teeth.
My cock twitches. I wasn’t sure if it was even possible to be any more turned on, but clearly I was wrong. Just as smoothly as she opened it, she slides it down my thick length.
With the condom in place, Hollis lays back, and I crawl over her, my hands resting on either side of her.
“God, you look so damn gorgeoys lying under me like this,” I tell her, unable to help myself as I fully take her in.
The hat has fallen away, and her hair looks to be a wild, tangled mess. The braid she’d worn earlier is barely holding itself together, but as she gazes up at me with the wisps of hair framing her face, I’m not so sure I’ve ever seen a more beautiful sight.
“Fletch, I need you,” she begs, placing her hand on my cheek.
“I need you too, baby.”
Reaching down, I line my cock with her entrance, her hands curving around my back. I’m more than aware of how wet she is, especially after getting a taste of it earlier, but fuck. Even with the condom on, my cock slides in effortlessly, her walls clenching down hard around me.
“You’re so damn tight,” I moan, as I bury my face into her neck, her nails digging into my skin.
As much as I wish I was capable of going slow like I had earlier, now isn’t the time for that. I thrust in and out of her, my speed quickening with every buck of my hips. Her own pants and moans, as well as the way her nails dig deeper into the flesh of my back let me know she’s just as needy.
We move in tandem, each movement I make met just as greedily by her hips. However, she only lets me be in charge for so long. Just like earlier, she twirls us around, my dick still inside her, until she’s on top.
The hat may be missing, but I’ll happily let this cowgirl ride me any day. There may be men out there not comfortable enough to let their woman be in control, but I’m all for it, especially when it comes with this kind of view.
She reaches behind her, and unclasps her bra, freeing her round, perky breasts before she tossing the red fabric to the side.
Given how much she’s tortured me and made me wait, it may be more fitting to call her a devil, but there’s no way that could be true.
I swear I only see a halo above that head of hers.
Sure, that devilish smirk on her face could say I’m wrong, but there’s no way the woman riding my cock right now isn’t a perfect angel.
My hands find her waist as she rocks her hips against mine, but they don’t stay there long. I guide them up her smooth stomach until my palms are covering her breasts.
She lets out a soft cry, her eyes closing as she continues to rock her body back and forth onto mine. I give her tits a squeeze, and she rewards me by somehow sinking down onto me even further.
Her thrusts grow more erratic as she grinds herself into me, and I let my hands explore every single inch of her soft flesh before moving back towards her hips. I help as much as I can, pushing her deeper onto me as I buck my body toward hers.
I could take a moment, close my eyes, and relish in all the sensations, but I refuse to miss a single second of this.
With the sun set and the only light around coming from the fire and a few small lanterns, she’s surrounded by a faint yellow glow, and God, if I died today, I would truly die a happy man.
The two of us together are nothing but a series of loud moans, cries, and whimpers. I know I’m close, but there’s no way I’m letting go without her coming first.
Luckily, her pussy somehow tightens around me, her nails digging into my chest as her back arches.
Her eyes are closed as she lets out a loud cry, and her insides clamping down even tighter around me.
I want to witness every single glorious second of this, but the display only sends me over the edge, and I come along with her with a loud, satisfied grunt.
Our movements slow, before coming to a complete stop as her sweaty forehead drops onto my chest. Despite her having done the majority of the work, my body is spent, but I still manage to brush some hair aside and kiss the side of her temple.
I knew sex with her would be great, but even I couldn’t have prepared myself for that. Did she just ruin sex for me with absolutely anyone else?
Yeah. I’m pretty sure she did.
After a night spent talking, and going another two rounds, the two of us passed out beneath the endless star-filled sky. Boone had told us we could stay for as long as we liked, and while I wasn’t sure if that meant all night into the morning, that’s exactly what happened.
The thick layer of blankets and pillows did their best, but my back is definitely feeling it. Still, I can’t remember a time when I woke up feeling better than I do now, especially as Hollis begins to stir in my arms.
I’m not sure whether it was the long day at the ranch or the lovemaking, but not only had she fallen asleep snuggled up in my arms with her head on my chest, we’re waking up in the exact same position. I don’t think either of us moved a single inch.
Hollis lets out the most ridiculously cute sigh as she lifts her head and looks around.
The fire burned out long ago, leaving us with nothing but the glow of the stars, a couple of lanterns, and our phones for light.
Not that it really mattered. Apparently when you get lost in a full-blown, lust-driven haze basic visibility isn’t all that important.
Now though, the mess we made is more than visible. It could be worse, but our boots and various items of clothing are scattered all along the bed of the truck.
“What time is it?” Hollis asks, her voice extra gravely.
As much as I hate doing it, I unwrap my arm from around her and reach for my phone.
At least I know where that is, thanks to the condom run I had to make during the night that required flashlight mode.
Pretty sure nothing would have cut our amazing night short quicker than tripping over something in the dark and twisting my ankle.
“It’s 5:15,” I read.
Sitting up, she stretches her arms above her head as the blanket falls to her waist. I can’t help myself. I stare taking in the gorgeous body I got so acquainted with last night.
“Okay, creep,” she says, tossing a pillow at me.
Unlike me, my reflexes haven’t seemed to have woken up just yet as it smacks me in the face.
“I’m sorry,” I chuckle, “but come on, can you really blame me?”
“As a matter of fact, I can,” she huffs, pulling the blanket up to cover herself as she pretends to be mad, even if the half-smile she’s wearing betrays her true feelings. “So much for thinking you were a gentleman.”
“I don’t know, I thought I was quite the gentleman last night,” I smirk, as my eyes slowly trace down her blanket-covered body. “And what are you trying to hide anyway? I’m pretty sure I not only saw every inch of you last night, but tasted and touched it, too.”
Her lips twitch, before doing what she can to push away all traces of amusement.
“You remember what I said last night though, right?” she asks, her demeanor finally growing serious.
“Which part? The part where you said you needed me or the times you said—”
Another pillow slaps me in the face.
“I’m being serious,” she scolds, even if she’s laughing as she says it.
“Don’t worry. I remember everything you say, but I get it. This isn’t anything serious. We’re just two friends having fun… for now,” I add, unable to help myself.
She raises another pillow.
Shit, how many of those does she have?
I lift my hands in surrender. “Okay, fine. Friends with benefits. Got it. Totally platonic, no feelings. Just friends... with benefits.”
The pillow lowers.
“And you’re sure you can handle this? Because I mean it. I’m not changing my mind.”
I lean forward and shut her up with a kiss. So maybe not the most convincing way to say I understand, but how many times do we have to go over this?
“I get it, and it’s fine,” I tell her, pulling away as I capture her gaze. “If all we can be is two friends who have sex, then that’s exactly what we’ll be.”
“Good. Because I like you,” she says, and I smile. “As a friend,” she continues, the words cutting deep as I fight to keep it from showing on my face. “And I want us to stay that way, so if for any reason you decide you can no longer handle this, you need to tell me.”
“Don’t worry,” I say, forcing a smile. “I can handle it.”
But as we start collecting our clothes, I can’t help but consider the possible repercussions of this lie.
I never thought of myself as someone who wanted commitment, but the truth is, I don’t think I ever met someone who made it seem worth it until now. And now that I have her, it feels brutally unfair that she doesn’t seem to want me in the same way.
Either way, it’s not like I’ve never been told no before. I’ve been knocked down, turned down, and shut down, but I’ve never stayed down for long, and I don’t plan to change that now.
So if Hollis wants to say we’re just friends, fine.
I can play pretend, but sooner or later, she’s going to realize what I’ve known from the very beginning—we are meant to be.
She can take as long as she needs, because when that day finally comes, I’ll be right here, waiting.
Some things are worth fighting for, and she is one of them.