Chapter Two
Brooks
Kissing her reminds me of a perfect sunrise.
Brand new, bright and warm. Soft curves fit against my hardness as we sit in the small space of my truck. We got to my place ten minutes ago, but we’ve not quit long enough to take this inside. Kissing was never this good before and to be honest, I don’t want to stop it just yet.
Blake lets out a little whimper that shoots directly to my dick.
From the moment I walked into The Barn, she has had a line straight to the greedy bastard.
The moment I saw her sitting there, I wanted her.
I wanted to know her name, to kiss mouth, feel how soft her golden skin was.
I’ve never felt anything like the pull I felt towards it.
It was literally magnetic, and I could not fight it.
I went in there for a beer or two after a long day on the ranch and I barely got a sip of alcohol.
I don’t need drinks—I am drunk off the sweetness of Blake.
“Where did you take me?” she whispers as she pulls at my hair, her soft tits pressing against my chest as she pushes closer. I am not sure how we could get any closer. Her body is twined around mine, my arms banded over her back. I do not want to move, to let her go.
“To my place,” I tell her before I start working my mouth along her jaw, my hands sliding beneath her top.
When I reach the fullness of her breasts, my thumbs rubbing at the peaked nipples, her little moan makes my cock jerk.
Yeah, I need to get us inside. That would mean stopping what I’m doing—and I am not sure I can stop what we’ve started here.
My tongue licks the length of her neck where her pulse thrums and she cries out again.
Ok, I won’t stop, but I need to pause long enough to get us out of the truck and inside.
I want her in my bed. It is the very first thing I thought the second I saw her sitting in that booth.
I don’t pick up women at The Barn, or anywhere else for that matter, but I couldn’t leave without her.
“Does your place start and end here on the driveway, stud?”
Chuckling, I burrow my face in her neck for a moment, breathing her in.
Fuck, she smells as delicious as she tastes.
Creamy and bright, as if I am devouring a fresh peach.
Jesus, now all I want is to taste how sweet her pussy is.
I almost bolt from the truck, laughing again when she lets out a little yelp and clings to me.
I make quick work of unlocking the door, kicking it shut behind me with a thud.
I do not bother with a tour of the small cabin I call home.
I can do that later or tomorrow. All I care about her seeing is stars as I fuck her through as many orgasms as her soft little body can handle.
That soft body is rubbing against me, offering herself up as I storm down the hall to the bedroom.
I get to the bed before we’re both tearing at clothes.
“Wait, wait....” She mumbles, pushing at my chest after she rips my shirt up and off.
I hesitate because I am a gentleman and as bad as I want her, if she has changed her mind, this stops now.
“I do not want to stop. I just want to tell you.... fuck, you’re beautiful, Brooks,” she whispers softly, staring up at me with eyes that shine in the darkness of the moonlight.
“Took the words right out my mouth, darlin’,” I whisper back, reaching out to trail a hand down her throat, between her breasts, down between her thighs.
“This might be the prettiest thing I have ever seen,” I tell her with wonder, meaning it more than she can know as my fingers rub at the slick between her thighs, spreading her folds open.
“Fuck,” she hisses, her thighs shaking as her hand comes to the back of my head. “I need to say something. I don’t know why I... ooh, yes,” she moans when I twist my wrist to hook two fingers into her.
“Hmm, you don’t need to say anything,” I tell her, unsure I want to hear what she is about to tell me. Something tells me she is going to try to explain this away as some moment of weakness—but I know better. Just like she said, I have no clue how I know this is not us scratching an itch, but I do.
“Brooks,” she whimpers, head falling so she can watch two of my fingers slowly pump in and out of her.
There is something so hot about her watching the way she is, the way she bites her lip, nodding with a sigh when I find that sweet, rough spot inside of her.
“I don’t hook up with random men. I don’t hook up at all.
I just...I want to make one last mistake. ”
Blinking at her, I almost stop touching her.
I do not want her to consider this, or me, just some mistake.
Suddenly, I take her words as a challenge.
I will make it so good for her, I will make her come so hard and so many times, she won’t be able to call it a mistake.
Dipping my head, I brush my mouth over hers, finding her clit with my thumb as I agree with her.
“Just one night then,” I offer, hissing when her little hands wrap around my aching cock. “If that is all you can give me...” I trail off as she pushes at me again, bending to lick at the swollen tip of me with a little whimper.
Blake peers up at me with big, bright blue eyes as she smiles at me.
Smiles at me with her tongue swirling around the crown of my cock.
Sitting there looking innocent and sinful at the same time.
Her tongue licks the underside of me, sending white-hot pleasure up my spine.
Still, she is smiling at me, having no idea what she is doing to me—or what to herself.
Because there is no way I am letting her go after one night.
Grasping her chin, I take her mouth in a brutal kiss.
Now her hands stop pushing at me, her nails clutching at my shoulders to pull me closer.
I pin her to the bed beneath me, careful not to crush her little frame with my huge one.
As I fit her body to mine though, I am stunned by how well she fits me.
Her soft curves mold to my hard lines as if she is a missing piece of me.
I kind of think she might be, even though it makes no sense.
Breaking the kiss, I pepper kisses down her jaw, her throat, across her collarbone.
I nip at the curve of her shoulder, smirking against her skin when she cries out, rocking against me.
Notching my cock between her thick thighs, I relish the wetness coating her folds as I rock back.
Moving lower, I close my mouth around one stiff nipple, suckling until she cries my name again.
While I feast on one, my hand plucks and pulls at the other, making her cries raspier and needier.
“Brooks, please,” she pants, sitting up to gaze at me with heavy lids full of want.
“Oh, darlin’, you need to learn some patience. I am just getting started with you,” I say, moving my mouth to her other breast. When I suck that nipple past my lips, she starts to shake, so I know I am doing this right.
I do not have a lot to compare it to, but having her beneath me, soft and needy, giving me those delicious sounds, it feels so right.
This is not my first night with a woman, but it sure feels that way.
It’s been a long time for me. I’ve never brought a woman back to this cabin either.
I want her to know those things, that I also do not just hook up with random strangers or bring just any woman to my home, but I fear it will run her off even faster.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” her words sound like a song as I lick a path between her breasts, down past her navel, and between her wide hips.
Grasping her hips in my hands, I lift her off the bed as I kneel between her thighs.
Lowering my head, I lick her open with a slow, deliberate lick, tasting her salty sweetness at last. Blake moans and bucks in my hands, but she is going nowhere.
Finding her clit with my teeth, I bite down gently, feeling her shake in my hands.
Suckling to ease the bite, I smile when she nods her head, telling me without words I am definitely getting it right.
“Brooks,” she cries, my name sounding like a curse as I push my tongue inside her, sucking her juices greedily.
I could spend the entire night eating her.
Knowing I might get just one night with her, I want to imprint the taste of her, the sounds she makes, the scrape of her nails down my back as I eat earnestly.
Using my tongue the same way I am about to use my cock, I fuck her with my mouth.
I watch her writhe beneath me, the sight something I won’t ever forget.
“Don’t....right there...there, yes, yes, I’m coming!”
Holding her to my mouth, I suck down every single drop I can.
I’ve never tasted something so sweet. Ice cream and fries or salted caramel treats, nothing even comes close.
Pulling her beneath me, I wrap her hand around my cock as it jerks, putting a condom into the other hand.
I don’t need to tell her what to do or explain why I had a condom.
Blake does not need to know I tucked it there so long ago it might not be worth a damn.
“This is beautiful,” she hums as she rolls the condom down my length, admiring my member with a sultry smirk. Bending her head, she presses a kiss to the condom covered tip. I can’t help myself—I let out a laugh.
“This has never been so fun,” I admit aloud as I let her guide me between her thighs. Now it is my turn to watch as she slowly presses me to her wet center, a moan vibrating out of both of us.
“No, not for me either,” she says, surprising us both.
Gripping her hips again, I take control back.
I lift her as I thrust forward, sinking as deep as she can take me.
My eyes roll back as pleasure crashes down on me wave after wave.
I am drowning in it, but I would welcome the end if it felt this good.
It takes a moment for me to gain composure because the hot, wet tightness of her is unreal. Nothing has ever felt so good.
But the moment I look down at her, her dark hair spread across the white sheets, her skin glowing in the moonlight, I know I am in trouble.
Because I don’t think anything but her will ever feel this good.
No one else will ever make this feel as right as it does.
No, it makes no sense. No I don’t know her last name or if she meant what she said about making one last mistake.
All I know is, in this moment, cradling her soft body against mine as I fill her deep, all I can think about is proving this is no mistake at all.
“Blake, look at me,” I command as I go still, watching her adjust to me. I start to pull back but she whimpers, eyes flying open to meet mine. “Tell me if it’s too much, darlin’,” I husk, reaching between us to find her clit with my thumb, wanting to bring back those sounds of pleasure she gave me.
“No, no it’s not...it’s perfect. It’s so good,” she cries, arching beneath me, drawing me down for a deep kiss that almost sends me crashing right over the edge.
“Yeah...yeah, it is, perfect,” I grunt the words as I pull back out then push back in. Just the seconds between leaving her body feel wrong. My pace picks up faster than I mean it to because I am immediately addicted to how tight she grips me, how her pussy flutters around my cock.
Blake locks her legs around me as I start to find a rhythm, her nails scoring down my back again.
I love the sensation and tell her to hurt me if she wants to.
To my surprise, she sits up enough to sink her teeth into my chest and the sensation of her marking me shoots right to my cock.
My pace stutters a minute before I slide a hand up to wrap it around her throat.
“Oh, yes,” she shouts, her pussy going vice tight around me. “Just like that. I’m going to...I’m...no, no, please,” she whines as I pull out of her, refusing her another orgasm.
“I did say I was just getting started, darlin’,” I remind her, gripping her hips to flip her onto her stomach. I land a smack at each ass cheek then pull her up on her knees.
Fisting her thick waves in my hand, I pull her backwards as I thrust forward from behind.
I sink balls deep and go still again, loving how deep I can get from this position.
Her thighs tremble as she pushes back, earning herself another smack at each cheek.
That just makes her pussy spasm so I laugh as I bend over her back, sinking my teeth into her shoulder.
“You want to come, my pretty dove Show me how bad you need to come. Fuck me back, make yourself come,” I hiss against her throat as I pull all the way out, forcing her to rock back.
“Yes, I want to come. Please...oh, yes, like that,” she pants, bouncing back on my cock as my hand tightens on her throat. My other hand slides between her thighs, finding her clit to pinch it with each bounce she takes.
“There it is,” I grunt when I feel her go impossibly tight around me. “That’s it, let me feel it. Jesus, that feels so damn good,” I groan as I go still, pinning her beneath as her orgasm rocks her.
Keeping her pinned beneath me, prone as I kneel, I get in a few more thrusts before my eyes go crossed as I come too.
My cock jerks inside of her as I am hit with the vision of her round with my kid, tied to me indefinitely.
It’s a strange, unexpected image but I am all too welcoming of it.
I pull out with some hesitation, not wanting to break the connection.
I am almost disappointed to see the condom in did its job.
Calm the fuck down, man. I can’t tie some woman I don’t know to me that way.
Blake rolls to her side so we’re face to face. Her smirk as she hikes a leg up on my hip and pushes me back inside her, now bare, makes me second guess that thought. I absolutely can tie her to me, if I am lucky, and I might just spend the rest of the night giving it my best shot.
“Hmm, I hope you got a few rounds in you, stud,” she teases, rocking her hips to settle me back inside here where I am now convinced I belong.
“I do, darlin’. We’ve got all night. You promised one night. Eight full hours,” I remind her, grinning as she stretches out against me, nodding with a laugh.
“I did say one whole night. It’s all I can give.”
“I will take it, darlin’. One night will be enough.”
Even as I say it, I know how wrong it is. Which means I have eight hours and as many orgasms as she can take to change her mind.