Chapter 6
ARLEN
Everything I’m afraid of is thundering out from my lips. It booms in the way I grab Cat, plop her down on the railing, and kiss her like she’s always been mine.
This girl doesn’t know what she’s signed up for.
How could she? I can’t make it clear. There are no words to describe the commitment I’ve already made, the promises that were silently spoken the first time our eyes met.
To speak any of it feels taboo.
All I can do is show her and hope I don’t scare her away.
Cat gasps once she gets my shirt peeled off. It hits the porch with a wet slosh. She leans back on the railing, fingers raking down my body. They roll over the scars I’ve collected, all the pain that’s become dull, throbbing memories haunting me in the night.
And she starts to work off my belt.
I look up at the sky, catching rain. “Are you sure? Are you fucking sure—“
“ Arlen .” She yanks me between her legs by my pants. “Don’t ask me again...”
We become a whirling storm.
Our lips crash like thunder. Our limbs are tangled branches caught together in the howling wind. Hands become lashing streaks of lightning, tearing off clothes, baring skin to the relentless rain.
The more of her I see, the deeper I fall.
Cat lets me pull her shorts off, and I take her panties with them. Everything is lying around us in heaps. Naked, wet, and panting, we take a moment to stare at each other, to see everything we’ve been too embarrassed to admit we’ve noticed.
The parts of her body usually hidden beneath clothes are milky pale. She’s so perfectly thick, voluptuous, and rolling like soft hills of snow. My eyes travel up her belly, peaking atop her pink, perky nipples.
Perfection doesn’t do her justice.
Nothing I could say, think, or feel could ever describe the woman sitting naked in the rain before me.
Droplets strike her body, dripping from her breasts, practically steaming.
I’m tempted to drop to my knees, open my mouth, and drink every drop of rain that’s had the honor of rolling over her flesh.
I would have licked the mud off her feet yesterday, if she let me.
Cat stretches out her leg and presses her toes against my stomach. They drag down and into the fuzz around my hard cock.
“I just realized I have a type…” She runs her toes along my shaft, teasing me. “Where have you been all of my life?”
I step between her legs, running my fingers along her soft skin.
Cat quakes, looking down between us like I’m going to thrust into her already. No, not yet. I want to make this last.
“I’ve been waiting longer than you have,” I say, pressing her leg high in the air. “Much longer.”
“Fair enough, old man,” she says. “W-what are you doing?”
I glance up from between her thighs and smile. “Tasting you.”
One long, slow lick along her glistening lips. Her sweetness coats my tongue, addicting me in an instant. Not another heartbeat is allowed to thump before I’m lapping her up like a dog dying of thirst.
Her legs writhe, feet running up and down my back. “That feels good….”
I answer by plunging deeper.
No matter how many licks I take, it feels like it’ll never be enough. The more she moans, the more cock throbs and aches for her. If I reached between my legs and stroked myself, I could burst to the sound of her cries, the taste of her pussy, and the feeling of her toes flexing against my back.
I spread her open with my fingers, flicking my tongue against her clit. Big growls erupt from my lips, making her moan louder. I could do this for the rest of my fucking life. Why do anything else? Why eat or drink or sleep ever again?
But Cat can’t hold on forever.
I feel her wavering on the railing. With my hands on her wide hips, I hold her in place, nose pressed into her fuzzy mound, lips sealed, tongue so far inside of her that all I know is the metallic, sweet tinge meant only for me.
“Arlen! Arlen!” She anchors her fingers in my hair. “Stop! Oh, God!”
She quakes, rocked by tremors as she clings to me.
I rise a new man, changed forever by the flavor of her body. My palette is fucked. Nothing will ever compare to her .
The rain picks up, blinding me.
No, that won’t do.
Cat squeals and kicks her feet as I sweep her into my arms. Our bodies are slick, but my fingers find purchase in her thick thighs. She kisses me as I carry her inside.
“Where are we going?” she asks breathlessly.
“Bedroom,” I say. “Can’t see you out there. Need to see you.”
The dogs look up from the fire. I head toward the stairs and give them a grunt.
“Carrying me again…” Cat hums, kissing my neck. “Is this going to become a habit?”
“Sure fucking hope so.”
We leave puddles of water behind us on the steps. I kick my bedroom door open and throw Cat down on the bed. The sheets take on water as she writhes and stares up at me.
The sight of her there, on my bed, naked and wet and whimpering, is so overwhelming that my vision blurs. I put one knee on the edge of the bed just to steady myself, grabbing her leg so that I can plant soft kisses on her foot.
Cat gasps, watching me take my lips on a journey.
I drink the drops of rain sticking to her.
I try the different parts of her, finding that I love them all equally.
The oval birthmark on her thigh draws my lip’s attention for a few breaths before I move up her hips, along her belly, and finally drag my tongue over the ridge of her breast. Full, milky, and all mine.
I swirl my tongue around her stiff nipple, and she arches her back.
“You shouldn’t be real,” she huffs, fingers clawing at me. “Men like you don’t exist.”
I have to hold back a barking laugh.
“ I shouldn’t be real?” I growl. “You’re an angel, a goddess, a fucking ghost come to torment me. Someone like you only exists in dreams, Cat. If I woke up tomorrow and you’d vanished, or never been real at all, I wouldn’t be surprised…”
My words drive her hand between my legs. She grabs me sternly, squeezing.
I lean over her, face inches from hers as she guides my throbbing cock.
And when I feel her, I watch her lips slowly part.
Inch by inch, I press my hips forward, completely taken by the tight warmth of her perfect body. It feels like we’ll never separate… like we can’t. To do so would mean death.
“Feel real?” she asks, her voice low and raspy. “Does that feel real, Arlen?”
I brush a pillow off the bed, finding something to grab onto. White-knuckling the mattress, I move in a gentle rhythm. In and out. In … Oh, God. Out …
“Heaven,” I growl. “You feel like fucking heaven .”
Her legs wrap around me, constricting, forcing me deeper.
Every time I push back in, she gasps in my ear, fingers lost in my hair.
“You’re so big,” she gasps. “You feel so perfect…”
But her fingers dig deeper, dragging down my back like knives.
Her legs tighten, demanding more.
I lift my head and find a fire burning in her gorgeous green eyes.
“Fuck me,” she says, nodding rapidly. “Fuck me, Arlen. You wanted me in the mud? You wanted me last night? I’m yours . Right now. Oh. OH. OH GOD—“
She’s mine. She’s mine. She’s fucking mine!
The beast inside of me, the thing that’s been tethered, caged, and shunned, finally breaks free. The tether snaps. Those bars around my soul bend and break.
I don’t quiet the animal.
I let it run .
The bed rocks hard against the wall. There could be thunder crashing overhead, and I wouldn’t hear it. I stretch one of Cat’s legs up in the air, pounding her deeper and deeper.
Her eyes have gone as wide as full moons, green pools swirling in a mixture of pleasure and anguish.
But just when I think I need to pull it back, I hear her cries.
“Yes! Yes!” she screams, grabbing me by the beard. “Arlen! Yes!”
I’m a dog hearing those precious words of praise. My soul’s tail wags like the blades of a helicopter, and my heart thumps so fast and hard that I’m sure I’ll die.
I’ll die the happiest man on the planet.
She’s so easy for me to flip over, body bouncing, ass popped in the air for me. I press her head into the sheets.
Cat lets out a guttural moan, feet kicking behind me.
“Yeah? You fucking like doggy style, don’t you?” I lift her head by her hair, growling in her ear. “I bet you do. I bet you fucking do…”
Half laugh, half moan, words bouncing with my jack-hammering thrusts. “Oh. God. Yeah. Arlen. Yeah …”
I can’t believe my ears.
The more I let the beast take control, the more she moans my name, begs for more, and soaks my cock.
Her curvy ass bounces off my hips. I smack it hard, testing her.
She squeals like she loves it.
“I’m a dog for you,” I pant, squeezing her ass so hard that I sear it red. “Any time of day. Any fucking moment. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to tear off your clothes and fuck you senseless.”
“I want that. I want that,” she begs.
“This is insane. You don’t know me.” My eyes focus on the bounce of her butt. “Oh. Cat… Oh. God…”
Before I can cum, she rolls out from under me.
We tumble and tangle together, wrestling until she finds her way on top of me. The weight of her feels incredible, soft thighs pinning my legs on either side.
Cat stares down at me, runs her fingers up my chest, and rolls her hips until I’m back inside of her.
“I want to know you,” she says. “And not just this . I want everything. Arlen, I’ve been all in since the first moment I laid eyes on you.
I don’t care if that’s crazy. Everyone I know has called me crazy at some point.
Crazy for not being in a relationship. Crazy for volunteering all my free time to take care of dogs that aren’t mine.
Crazy for driving six hours into the mountains to a stranger’s ranch… ”
Cat’s face gravitates toward mine. Her black curls drape over me, a perfect shelter from the harsh world.
“Look where being crazy got me,” she says with a smile. “I’ve spent the last day listening to the rain, sitting by the fire, and taking care of a ranch full of dogs with the man of my dreams. I’ve got your big, perfect cock inside of me…”
I grab her hips, driving slowly deeper.
Cat’s eyelids flutter, and she licks her lips.
“If this is crazy,” she says, “then it’s exactly what I should be doing. Being crazy never steered me wrong. Being crazy brought me to you .”
Was I foolish for being cautious? It was impossible for me to not feel insane when I found her lying in the mud. It’s as if the world dropped an angel at the bottom of my porch steps, teasing me with perfection I could never have.
Obsessed from the start.
These things don’t happen.
People don’t fall in love with one look…
I’m insane. I know it.
I guess it was foolish to think that I was the only one capable of such insanity.
With my hands guiding her hips, I smile up at her through the forest of her dark hair. Cat brushes some of it away, smiling back as she rides me.
“You’re crazy,” I grunt.
“Yeah,” she says. “And I’ve finally met someone a little bit crazier…”
We start to pant.
Cat keeps her forehead pressed to mine, eyes widening with each thrust.
“You’re my queen,” I say. “I’ll worship you until I’m dead.”
“Don’t die any time soon, please …”
Harder. Faster. I hold her hips in place as I drive myself into her with all the force I can muster.
We’re both trying to speak, but our words mix together in a jumbled mess. We share desperate breaths, and I anchor my fingers in her soft hips as my legs shake and my entire body goes rigid.
“Cat. Cat. Cat!”
I worship her name. Each time I say it is a reaffirmation of my vow, my promise.
I’ll never stop being a bit crazier than her; I’ll never stop being crazy for her.
The insanity will only grow.
Cat coos against my lips, whispers desperate pleas for me to cum. Cum , she cries softly. Over and over again. She begs for it. She demands it.
And I’m crazy enough to give it to her.