Chapter 28 #2
I place my hand in his, letting my curiosity win.
There’s something about Oak that makes me want to trust him.
Maybe it’s the pearl necklace around his neck, the story of his daughter giving it to him resonating in my soul.
Maybe it’s the way he commands a room like it’s second nature.
Maybe it’s just because I genuinely like him.
Either way, I give him my hand and let him lead me away from the truck.
At first, I think we’re going toward the cabin I’m staying in. Instead, we turn right and instead head toward the milking barn.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
He flashes a wicked smile at me and my pussy flutters. “It’s a surprise.”
Except it’s not. We’re going to the milking barn.
I’ve been here before. I suppose I should have asked what we were doing instead of where we were going.
Still, I wait patiently for hints as he leads me through the door and flips the light switches.
All the milking equipment comes into view before us, silent in the evening when there’s no milking to be done.
“Uh . . . Oak?” I start, eyeing it all warily as he leads me deeper into the building and toward the machines.
“Hm?” he asks. The cheeky sound only makes me more nervous.
I pull him to a stop and he lets me despite knowing he’s much stronger than me. “What exactly are you wanting to do?”
He tilts his head. “I thought it was obvious?” He leans closer, his eyes crashing with mine. “I’m helping.” He slides his hand along my stomach, up my ribs, before cupping my aching breast. His breath stutters at the heaviness of it. “I’ve imagined this since we first signed that contract.”
My stomach tightens. “I don’t know about . . .” I trail off, not sure exactly what to say. “Um . . . is it safe?”
“Everything is sterilized and clean after every use. I can control the levels,” he explains. At my hesitation, he tugs me closer. “I can go first, if you’re nervous.”
My head snaps up. “What? How?”
He grins and it lights up his whole face. “I’ll show you.”
Two weeks ago, if someone would have asked me where I thought things were going, I’d have never said this.
It’s so wild, I don’t think I could have even jokingly come up with it.
But as Oak pulls me toward the smaller milking machine they have to use for Ophelia—she hates the more industrial machines—I realize that this is really going to happen.
Holy shit.
He grabs one of the . . . suckers . . . and holds it up. When he flips the switch to trigger it, I watch in fascination as it springs to life and the metal tube starts to fluctuate on the inside.
“Have you done this before?” I ask, watching him carefully.
He snorts. “I’d be lying if I said no.” He glances at me. “But only on myself.”
Ah. So no ladies have been lucky enough to watch Oak test this machine before setting it on the table. None have watched him meet their eyes as he reaches for his belt, as he holds eye contact while he slowly frees his very large, very hard cock.
“Would you like to do the honors?” he rasps, bracing himself against the table. He fists his cock and strokes once, twice, his eyelids lowering at the feeling of it.
I reach for the metal tube and press my hand against the end of it. The suction there immediately pulls at my skin, but not so hard that it hurts.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask.
Instead of answering, he circles my wrist and tugs me closer until I’m standing between his spread thighs.
Then he reaches up and wraps that hand around the back of my neck before pulling me in for a kiss.
Unlike before, this one is sweet and tender, a slow learning that has my toes curling in my shoes.
With his other hand, he guides me to move the pump toward his eager cock, holding it just above it.
He doesn’t force it. He just lets me decide when to do it.
I’ve used penis pumps before. They’re very useful for cam work.
I don’t think this is exactly the same, especially since it’s an automatic sucking motion.
Which makes me so curious, I lower the pump while he kisses me, letting the tube start to suck at his tip.
He jerks against me, the kiss turning a little more fevered.
When I slide it all the way down, letting it consume him, letting it suck him off, he breaks the kiss to let out a forced groan.
His hips jerk up, his breathing immediately growing ragged.
Like it’s the trigger, his hand tightens on the back of my neck and he kisses me again.
Gone is the gentle exploration. This is all desperate hunger.
But as if the machine sucking at his cock forces him to, he jerks away, his back bowing, the cords of his neck standing out in sharp relief as he groans.
I stroke my hand down his neck, relishing the way he looks right now, this big strong man so at my mercy, one who very clearly rarely gives up control. Fuck. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
“How long can you last like this?” I ask, starting to unbutton his shirt, revealing the hair along his chest.
“Not as long as I’d like,” he grinds out, gripping my hip hard. “And I plan to fuck the shit of out you so we’ll have to take it off soon.”
I smirk. “Oh?”
When I reach down to cup his balls, he barks in surprise and bares his teeth at me. “You trying to make me finish?”
“Maybe,” I tease.
I don’t get a chance to do it again. Oak is up off the table so fast, I barely have a chance to complain before he’s jerking the pump off and setting it back on the table.
When I go to run away, his large hands around my hips keep me from fleeing.
Instead, he shoves me against the table, the front of my thighs pressing hard against the thick wood.
His cock dances behind me, begging for attention.
“I said I was gonna help you,” he says. “But first . . .”
He spins me around. His hands are on my shirt, jerking it over my head so roughly, it almost catches on my chin and chokes me. He jerks at my bra, not bothering to unfasten it. Instead, he pulls it over my head too. He goes to cup my breasts, but pauses with a look up at me.
“May I?”
I nod frantically, eager for him to touch me, desperate for it.
His hands palm my breasts, kneading them, reminding me of the ache there.
Still, it feels good to massage them, so I lean back, letting him explore.
As he squeezes, a bit of moisture gathers on the tip of one nipple and he moans.
Before I know what he’s doing, he leans down to capture it in his mouth.
A second later, the soft sucking of his lips has me arching into his mouth.
My hand spears into his hair and I hold him tightly to me, demanding more.
The clatter of something moving almost distracts me, but the soft rolling of his tongue against my nipple keeps me lost in the sensations. Up until the suction suddenly latches onto my other breast.
I cry out, scrambling to hold on as the machine suddenly pulls hard on my breast, dragging milk from it.
Oak’s hand works at my jeans, jerking them down.
I do my best to kick them off, but I only get one leg off before he’s pressing against my pussy.
There’s no build up. We’ve already done all that.
And fuck, if he doesn’t fuck me right now, I’m going to explode.
The tip of his head presses inside me, stretching my entrance, before he slams into my core all the way to his pelvis.
I scream, and all the while, the machine continues to pull at my breast.
I’m convulsing almost immediately, coming so hard, I can’t stop it.
But it doesn’t stop him. Every part of me is a livewire as Oak continues to fuck me and milk me at the same time.
My skin feels like it’s on fire as I roll into another orgasm so seamlessly, I don’t even know if it’s the same one or new one.
“I need to see you fully hooked up,” he growls against my skin.
I don’t even have time to gather my senses before he drags another pump towards us and holds it above my other nipple.
The soft air movement makes me arch toward him, begging for it as much as I’m begging for him.
He gives me exactly what I want, pressing it against my second breast so that I’m completely hooked up to the machine.
I don’t even bother looking. My head is tipped back, my eyes on the ceiling above us, as he powers inside me. When the second pump starts drawing on my other nipple, stimulating it, I think my eyes roll back in my head.
“That’s my girl,” he groans. “Look at how perfect you look like this. Leaking, filling the bottle, the perfect milker.” He wraps one hand around my ribs and with the other, he kneads at my breast around the pump, stimulating it more. “You tasted so fucking good.”
I don’t think I could have replied if I wanted to. My body rolls into orgasm after orgasm as he continues to slam inside me, telling me what a good milker I am, telling me how beautiful I am for doing this. Oh god. Oh god! I’m into this. I’m into this way more than I thought I would be.
“Oak!” I cry out, clawing at his shoulders, trying my best to hang on, but fuck if I’m not seeing stars.
“Yes,” he hisses. “Fuck, I’m going to come. You squeeze me so good, Jules.”
I slam into the biggest orgasm yet, screaming as the pumps pull at my nipples, as Oak slams home in my core over and over again, his pattern stuttering just before a guttural shout tears from his throat.
He slams inside me and pauses, his cock jumping as his warmth coats my walls.
My nails leave red marks as I claw at him, gasping for breath as my body convulses beneath him.
I’m still shaking as he flips the switch on the machine before he pulls them from my raw nipples.
I jerk with each movement, with the feeling of the weight going away, and then I collapse against the table, too exhausted to move.
“Whoa,” Oak says, catching me before I can hit my head. “I’ve got you.”
I blink slowly at him, my chest tight with my panting. “Wow,” I croak.
He grins and kisses me long and slow, before lifting me into his arms. I don’t remember anything else after that. The exhaustion catches up with me and I fall asleep in his arms before we ever leave the barn.