15. Paige
Chapter 15
Paige
S tanding in this darkened barn in the middle of one of the hardest thunderstorms I’ve seen in a long time, sopping wet and a muddy mess, I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on than I am right now.
Bran runs both of his hands through my wet hair, tilting my head and kissing up the side of my neck. He nibbles on my earlobe and then murmurs in my ear, “I really want to rub this mud all over your goddamn beautiful body and see how dirty my girl is willing to get for me.”
Fuuuuuuck.
His voice.
Calling me his girl.
Gah! It’s like he knew just what to say to open the floodgates on my libido.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
“Permission, Pidge.” His eyes find mine and he passes me the sincerest glance. “I’d never touch you without permission.”
Already feeling the warmth of arousal shooting through my body at his words, I smile and kiss him, licking inside his mouth and trapping his bottom lip between my teeth. I tug on it slightly and then let it go as he groans.
“Take your best shot, big guy.”
“I’m gonna need to hear you say it, Pidge.”
To be as clear as I possibly can, I lift off my shirt and toss it to the ground so I’m standing before him in my soaked denim shorts and pink bra. His gaze lowers and his lips turn up at the sight of my tits. “Touch me, Bran,” I tell him as I lower one of his hands from my hair to my breast. “I want you to touch me.”
His stare becomes intense and even though it’s dark in here, I swear his pupils have grown wider as he takes in a deep breath and says, “Turn around.”
I do as he asks and then feel him behind me, wrapping both arms around my body and palming my tits above my bra. I gasp at his touch as he gently squeezes my breasts, my head falling back against his shoulder. He kisses my temple. “See that wooden post in front of you?”
“Mhmm.”
“Put your hands around it and don’t let go until I tell you to.”
I shiver with anticipation as I reach out and wrap my hands around the wooden column that goes all the way up to the ceiling. Bran’s fingers brush my back as he gently unhooks my bra. He leans down and trails a hand up my leg, collecting some of the mud coated there, and then rubs his hands together before wrapping them around my breasts again. The moment his thumbs smooth against my nipples I let out a pleasured moan.
“Oooh God, yes.”
Bran’s soft but firm breath is in my ear once more, his beard tickling my skin. “You have the most beautiful pair of tits I have ever seen, Pidge. I’ve been aching to hold them in my hands for weeks.”
Panting against him, I ask, “Why did you wait so long?”
“I needed you to be all in.”
“I’m in.” I breathe. “Good God, I’m so fucking in. Bran, this feels incredible.”
“You like my hands on your tits?”
“I’d like your hands all over me.”
He chuckles behind me. “I think that can be arranged.”
He leans into me a little harder, his erection pressing into my ass. “Can you feel that Pidge? Can you feel how turned on I am for you?”
I swivel my ass back and forth against him and he hisses in a breath. “I’d like to be feeling more of you, Bran. Please.”
He scrapes more mud from my legs and spreads it all over my body, my neck, my chest, rubbing it all over my breasts again, before moving down to my stomach. He rests his forehead on the back of my head moaning as his hands knead my skin. “Fuck. Touching you like this makes me crazy.”
“Bran…” His name is a plea for more. His touch has wound me so tightly I feel like every piece of me could explode at this next touch. “Please. I want to feel you. I need to feel you.”
“Are you sure?”
“If you don’t get those pants off and show me what that monster cock can do, I’m going to scream.”
He chuckles again, this time a little more maniacally. “You can scream all you want, Pidge. Nobody would hear you. There’s not another living soul around here for miles.” He swats my ass and whispers, “Stay right there. I can’t touch you properly with dirty hands.”
Right. Never thought of that.
“Hurry!”
I feel when he backs away from me, leaving me bereft of his touch, his scent, his comfort. Watching him push several pumps of soap into his hands, he moves over to the spigot by the wall and washes his hands and forearms. As he saunters back over toward me, knowing I’m watching him, he pulls his wet tank top from his body and hooooly shit. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve seen him without a shirt on. How could I forget that Winston’s hot dad is stacked? The abs on this man are adonis level and the V I can now see that leads underneath his coveralls makes me lick my lips in anticipation of what is to come.
“You like what you see?” he asks with a coy smile.
I nod. “I…yeah…I very much like what I see.”
He positions himself behind me again and brings his hands to the zipper of my denim shorts. The button pops open easily and he slowly tugs on the zipper. “I’ve been dreaming of your sweet pussy since you sent me those texts earlier.” He slides his hands inside my panties, his fingers gliding achingly close to where I desperately need them to be.
“Is this what you want, Pidge?”
I shimmy against him trying to get his fingers to just go a little farther. “Yes.”
His lips are against my ear as he murmurs, “Tell me.”
If I wasn’t wet before this, I am soaked now.
“Bran. I need you to touch me,” I pant. “Oh my God, please move your fingers down a little more.”
He slips his hand down until his fingers are lined up with my pussy and then he swipes two of them through my arousal and I gasp loudly.
“Like this?”
“Ooooh my God! Just like that.”
“Jesus Christ,” he groans behind me. “You feel incredible. So warm, so wet.”
“You make me this way. Please. I need more.”
“More?”
“Sooo much fucking more.”
He chuckles as he pushes my shorts down and then rips my panties from my legs. “That’s my good girl. Spread your legs for me.” I take a step out and he chuckles. “More, Pidge. If I’m going to torture you with my tongue, my shoulders have to fit between these sexy legs.” He squeezes my ass cheeks and then cups me between the legs, dragging his fingers through me once I take another step out. He pulls his finger away from me, leaving me desperate for more, and then I hear, “Mmmmmm. The pigeon is sweet indeed. I’m going to enjoy every fucking minute of this.”
I don’t have time to ask him what he’s going to enjoy before he crouches down, pulls my hips back, separates my cheeks and laps at my arousal one slow sensuous lick at a time.
My body juts forward, but he steadies me with his hands. “Fuck! Bran! Oh my God!”
“So…” Lick. “Fucking…” Lick. “Good.” Liiiiick
He circles his tongue around my clit, quick, quick, quick, sloooow and if I weren’t holding on to this column, my knees would give out and I would fall to the floor. He inhales a deep breath, releasing it behind me in a pained moan.
“Fuck, Pidge. You smell incredible.”
“Braaaan,” I plead, my breath coming out in short pants.
Ignoring my plea, he pushes a finger inside me, tapping my G-spot immediately, setting a fire that quickly engulfs my entire body. “brAN!” I scream.
“That’s it!” he says. “Let me hear you. Fuck it turns me on when you scream my name.” He turns this time so he’s crouched but now facing me so his eyes can peer up at me as his mouth covers my clit, sucking…biting…licking. As if he’s a man in the driest desert and I am his oasis. His tongue flicks me over and over again while his fingers delve inside me, pulsing against the most sensitive parts of me.
“Bran! I’m going to come!” I pant, almost breathless. “You’re going to make me come.”
“Good. Show me how my dirty girl comes. Wash my face with your dripping wet body. You are so fucking stunning like this, Pidge.”
“Oooh God!” I can’t control myself any longer. I have to move. I need the friction so I can chase this impending explosion. I buck my hips forward, riding Bran’s mouth like I’m a goddamn bull rider.
“That’s my girl. Ride my face. Ride me as hard as you want.” He brings a hand behind me and spanks my ass, kneading my cheek as I thrust back and forth.
“Bran! Yes! Yes! Oh, my God! I’m going to…” Bran’s finger rims my ass and then he pushes inside my hole and that’s the last thing I remember before I explode in a screaming white-hot orgasm.
“Mmmmm,” Bran moans, licking at my pussy as I continue to quiver against him. “Best facial I’ve ever had.” As I’m riding my high, my body shaking from the onslaught of feelings, I hear the shuffle of clothes behind me and then feel Bran’s cock on my ass.
“I need to be inside you, Pidge. I know my sexy girl has another orgasm in there and I need to own it.”
“It’s yours for the taking,” I tell him, breathless and still wanting. “I need to feel your cock inside me. Fill me, Bran. Fuck me.”
“If there’s anything hotter than fucking in the middle of a thunderstorm, I don’t know what it is.” Thunder crashes again as Bran wraps an arm around my body, his other hand on his cock as he lines himself up behind me and then thrusts inside me. “Mother fuuuuucking Christ.” He moans, resting his forehead on my back. “So, fucking tight, Pidge. You’re squeezing the fuck out of me.”
I move my hips back and forth slowly, showing him just how ready I am for him to move, and he hisses. “Fuck, this isn’t going to take long.”
“Then make it worth it. Take your best shot, Bran. Show me how well you can fuck.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking, Sweetheart.”
“I don’t care,” I pant, pushing back against him so he sinks deeper inside me. “I want you. Don’t hold back. Please, Bran. Take what you want.”
He lays his hands over mine on the column in front of me and murmurs in my ear, “You better hold on tight. I’m about to pound this sweet pussy raw.”
Sweet little baby Jesus, yes, please!
He moves one hand to my hip, the other twisting my muddied nipple, and then he thrusts forward hard, pulling back only to sheath himself in my arousal and then repeats the action all over again. “Fuck, it’s so good. I’m sorry, Pidge.”
“Don’t you fucking apologize, Bran. Take no prisoners. Pound my pussy so raw that I can’t walk easily tomorrow.”
“Christ…” His movements pick up in speed and force as he pushes into me over and over and over again, his balls slapping my ass with every thrust.
“Oh, my God! Bran! Yes! Just like that!”
“Pidge!” He groans louder and louder with each of his movements, and I smile as if I’m riding that bull once again as he tries to buck me off of him.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, my God!”
“Paige!” He shouts my actual name and I swear to God the dam holding back all the rest of my arousal breaks and floods inside me. My name from his mouth in the heat of carnal passion is a huge turn on and I am here for it.
Bran moans even louder. “Mother fuck…” and then pounds against me just a few more times. “Come with me, Paige. Fucking come with me.”
“My nipple!” I breathe, my mouth hanging wide open in ecstasy. “Bran, squeeze my nipple.” His hand grabs me and squeezes me so damn hard it’s painful in all the best ways.
“YES! OH God! I’m coming, Bran! I’m coming. Jesus!”
“Fuck! Paige! I’m right there!”
We’re both panting and screaming as we come together, our bodies shaking. Mine as he pulses inside me, filling me with his cum, and his as he empties every bit of himself into me. He holds me against him tightly as he tries to catch his breath. I’m grateful he’s strong enough to hold me up because if it weren’t for his strength, I would be crumpled on the floor right now as my legs have turned to complete Jello. His body calms and he slowly pulls himself out of me and once again I miss the nearness of him. Although this kind of sex wasn’t as emotional as much as it was carnal, I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t some type of intimacy between us that I very much appreciate. He takes my hands, still holding onto the column in front of me, and lowers them before turning me around. My eyes fall to his body and hell, if I don’t almost gawk at the model of a man standing in front of me.
A naked Bran is a sexy as fuck Bran.
He lifts me and wraps my shaky legs around his waist and then holds me against him as he kisses my lips. “That is by far the most incredibly sexy thing I have ever experienced in my whole damn life.”
I smile at him through the darkness. “I could say the same.”
The rain is a mere trickle now as Bran turns his head to inspect outside. “We should get cleaned off. Shower with me at my place?”
I run my fingers through his hair. “You’ve got me in your arms, so I go where you go.”
He kisses me again and then asks, “Does that mean if I carry you to my bed, you’ll stay with me tonight?” His voice is surprisingly vulnerable. A complete difference from the confident demanding sex God of a few minutes ago.
“If that’s what you would like, of course I’ll stay with you.”
“Maaaaaaaaaaaa.”
Our eyes meet and we both turn our heads, having forgotten that we’re standing in a barn full of goats. The streetlight outside casting a shadow on their bodies, we can still see each one of them lined up against the gate staring at us. Each of their heads tilted at exactly the same angle as if they’ve been watching us this whole time.
Bran and I crack up laughing and he waves to Winston who is, of course, leading the pack. “That’s how it’s done, ladies and gentlemen. You’re welcome for the show. Hope you took notes. Good night little assholes.”
With that, he squeezes my ass and walks us buck naked straight out of the barn across the yard and into his house for a warm cleansing shower, a comfortable bed, and most likely another romp in the sheets before we finally close our eyes.