Chapter 6 – Tag
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TAG
I knew what this was. Her mother had just dropped a life changing bomb on her head, and she was feeling out of control. The man she thought was her father, wasn’t. The man who’d been her mother’s nemesis her whole life, was. And she now had five half-brothers.
Her head was spinning, her entire existence had been called into question, and she wanted something to focus her. Someone to focus her.
“You said what happened at the spa couldn’t happen again,” I reminded her.
“You heard the mayor, all sorts of pigs are flying.”
I laughed, but shook my head.
“Don’t say no,” she said, and I couldn’t help but look at her.
That look in her eye was what got me. Belligerent and pleading all at the same time. I could do this. I could sort her out and keep my dick in my pants. It wasn’t crossing a line, she wasn’t drunk.
She just needed someone to clear out the garbage in her brain, and I happened to know what she liked .
“You sure?” I asked her. I let the truck idle at one of our only two stop signs in town, and reached my hand across the back of the bench seat. I didn’t touch her skin, but my fingers played in her ponytail until I had it wrapped around my fist. I pulled and she gasped.
“I’m sure,” she whispered, her eyes wide.
Electricity sizzled between us, connecting us like a lightning strike. I watched it in her face, and now my dick was fully hard.
“Then take off your panties and give them to me.”
“What? Here?” She asked, pointing at Duke’s gas station and the public library on the corner.
I let go of her hair and shook my head. “This ain’t gonna work if you don’t understand one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m the boss.”
She sputtered out a laugh and I pulled away from the stop sign. “You want me to drop you off at the McGraw’s, or at your mama’s place?”
“No!” She said, her hand reaching out to circle my wrist. I was caught by the sight of her pale skin against my tan skin.
Her pretty delicate watch. She was a fine thing.
Fancy. A million miles out of my league, and I suddenly wanted her with a heat I hadn’t felt…
ever. “Okay. You’re the boss,” she said.
“Then do what I asked.”
She took a deep, shaky breath and looked around like the entire town was outside trying to see in my old windows.
I liked that she was nervous. I liked that she was doing this anyway.
She lifted her sweet ass and pulled her panties down from under that fine, white linen dress she wore.
She bent at the waist, getting them past her shoes .
Her panties were skin-colored and tiny, and she sat up with them balled up in her fist.
“Give them to me,” I said.
“Here,” she held her fist out to me.
“Put them there,” I said, patting my thigh.
“You want…”
I clenched my jaw like I didn’t like the way she was asking me questions, and she shut her mouth so fast her teeth clicked. Oh. She was going to be so good at this.
She put her panties on my thigh, they weighed nothing, and still I felt them through my jeans. A burning hot weight as she spread them out a little and I could see how they fit on her body. Her tiny waist. The bit that disappeared in her ass so she wouldn’t have panty lines.
“Good girl,” I said, and across from me she practically shuddered.
So yeah, I drove her away from town, up to Hangman’s Hollow.
Hangman’s Hollow was where the high school kids came to drink and party every Friday and Saturday night. But on a Monday afternoon, we would be the only ones there.
Taking her home wasn’t an option. Even if my dad wasn’t there, Sunshine wasn’t looking for a good fuck on a soft bed.
She wanted something a little more dangerous.
I took a gravel road and parked under a Pinon tree. Outside, the crickets buzzed and the songbirds were doing their thing. Inside the truck, it was quiet. Still. It was like sitting next to a fox. Aware, but skittish.
This wasn’t a thing I did. This…control thing. I was making this up as I went, based on every signal she was sending me .
Lucky for her, I was the observant type.
“Show me,” I said, my voice low so she didn’t startle.
“Show you…what?”
I looked at her. Just looked at her, and she slowly lifted the skirt of that dress, the white linen sliding up her legs, over her knees. Her pretty freckled thighs.
She licked her lips and I could see her heartbeat in her throat.
Blood pounded in my cock.
“Keep going,” I said.
Finally, she pulled the skirt up enough that I could see the trim, dark blond curls between her legs. Not fully waxed, thank God. I could not understand that trend. I wanted a woman in a woman’s body, with a woman’s smell and taste.
I wanted this woman more than I’d ever wanted anyone.
“Very pretty,” I said. “Spread your legs.”
She did. Bending her knee and shifting it back on the seat. And I saw the sweet pink of her. Fuck.
“You wet?” I asked.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Show me.”
“How?”
“Slip those fingers between your legs and show me.”
She breathed something that sounded like oh my God , and I thought, yeah, me too, honey.
One long finger slid under her dress, and I shook my head. “Hold that dress up, honey. I need to see.”
The sound that came out of her throat was low and rough. A woman in heat. I fucking loved it. Her finger slipped through the curls at the top of her slit, and down into her body. I tried to imagine how she must feel. How good. The softest thing ever, I imagined. Velvet or something.
She gasped and her eyelids fluttered.
“Feel good?”
She bit her lips and nodded.
“Show me, sweetheart.”
She lifted her finger, slick and glistening in the dappled sunlight coming through the windshield.
“Now, taste it,” I said.
“You,” she said, her eyes on mine, and I was tempted. So fucking tempted, but I shook my head.
Her eyes went hard. Her fire coming back, and I grinned at her because I liked that fire. A lot. But I was the boss and I knew what she needed. I shook my head no and she glared at me a little as she slipped that finger in her mouth, sucking her slick from her skin.
For a second, I doubted myself. My strength. My sanity. But then she slipped that finger from her mouth and said, “Now, what?”
“Get out of the truck. Lift your dress and bend over the seat and spread your legs.”
I could hear the catch in her breath. Could watch the rise and fall of her chest under that white dress she was wearing. Could practically feel the hesitation in her.
She wasn’t a woman to take orders. She wasn’t going to strip on command.
I was silent, staring at her, willing her to give herself what she wanted, instead of trying to control everything all the damn time.
She popped open the truck door and got out the passenger side. Glaring at me, she lifted the back of her skirt and spread her legs. She was half in the sun and half in the shade, and the smell of the Pinon tree was like perfume all around us.
I wasn’t going to fuck her.
It would be a straight up violation of her situation. She was vulnerable, she was hurting, and this kink of hers was simply medicine that needed to be applied.
I got out of the truck and adjusted my painfully hard dick in my jeans.
Sorry, I told him. This isn’t going to end in fun times for us. But we’re going to make it real good for her.
I walked around the front of the truck to Sunshine.
Kaitlyn
What the fuck was I doing? I mean…what the actual fuck?
Anyone could drive by and see me standing here with my ass in the breeze. My pussy nearly dripping wet. I should stand up. I should leave. I should say, ‘what the fuck are you doing to me, Tag Durham?!’
But I didn’t. I knew exactly what he was doing to me, and I wanted it.
I swallowed.
I felt my heart beat between my legs.
I ached. I watched him walk around the truck. His broad shoulders and long legs. The dark denim. He was a cowboy in a movie – maybe even a bad guy.
Oh God, why did that make me more excited?
There was no way to tell what he was thinking. What he was feeling. Maybe he was feeling nothing. Maybe this was a thing he did all the time. Twice on Sunday. I was just another notch in his weird, soft BDSM boss belt.
Where the hell is your backbone, Kaitlyn!? Where the-
Suddenly, he was behind me, and my brain just shut off. Like he’d flipped the switch.
He wasn’t touching any part of me, but I could feel the breadth of him. The size. I was nearly naked, my weight on my forearms, as vulnerable as I’d ever been with any of the lovers I’d ever taken.
The first slap on my right butt cheek shouldn’t have caught me off guard, but it did. It was hard, but not so hard that it made me stand up and stop him. He paused, as if giving me a second to change my mind. When I was silent, he gave me another, same cheek. Another one, same cheek.
The burn crept up so slow. I buried my face in the seat and groaned. Dying. I was dying. From the pain. The pleasure. The way my brain was slowly emptying. The way I could take a breath. Feel my body.
I wanted to cry.
He wasn’t trying to hurt me. He was trying to make me think about just one single place on my body. There was no tempo, no rhythm. He’d pause for a few seconds, listen to the sound of my breathing, and then…
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The rush of euphoria to my brain nearly made me pass out, but this was too good to stop. I couldn’t think about where I was, what just happened to my life, or the new definition of my family, even if I wanted to. Which I didn’t.
He pushed in closer, and I felt the rough fabric of his jeans on the inside of my thighs. I moaned and tried to rub up against him like a cat .
He slapped my untouched cheek and his other hand slipped into the v-neck of my dress. He pushed my bra out of the way and wrapped his palm around my breast. He squeezed so hard my knees buckled.
Luckily, his thigh caught me, and I cried out from the pressure of that rough denim against my clit. He pulled on my nipple, rolling it between his fingers.
“This going to get you off again, sweetheart?” he whispered in my ear, his rough voice spilling over my skin. “A little nipple play was all it took last time, and you came like a rocket.”
I whimpered around the rush of pleasure that was flooding my breasts and between my legs, but I didn’t answer. I wasn’t meant to. I was meant to just lay here against the front seat of Taggert Durham’s truck, and take whatever he planned to give me, so I didn’t have to think.
“Or, are you going to need a little more?”
He pressed his thigh against me again, and I couldn’t stop my back from arching. I couldn’t stop myself from grinding down against him.
“More,” I groaned. “Please more.”
Another ass slap, another nipple pinch.
“More!” I cried, between my teeth. My orgasm was building.
I tried to hold back. I didn’t want this buzzy feeling in my head to end, even though I knew it ultimately had to. I needed to come. I needed to make him come. A reward for giving me this feeling.
“Fuck me,” I moaned. “You can fuck me.” In case there were any doubts. In case he didn’t know how far I was willing to go to thank him for this.
I heard his low grunt, waited for the sound of his zipper opening, and for the push of his cock inside my soaking wet pussy.
It was going to feel so good.
Except there was nothing.
For the first time since he came to stand behind me, I looked over my shoulder. His pupils were dilated, his nostrils flared. I could see the press of his erection through his jeans. What was stopping him?
“I mean it. Fuck me. I need it.”
“You don’t know what you need, sweetheart. But I do. Climb up on the seat. Get on your back. Knees up high. Make sure your sore ass is touching that warm leather.”
What was I going to do? Say no? Not a molecule of me wanted to resist him.
I would do whatever he wanted. I laid down on the back seat, lifted my dress, spread my legs.
Tag pulled me by my ankles until my ass was just on the edge of the leather seat.
I could feel every scrape of the material along my sensitive swollen skin.
Before I could complete another thought, he tossed my legs over each of his shoulders, my heels along his back, and he dropped his mouth down on my pussy.
There was no foreplay. No teasing. His tongue pushed through my slit and started licking my clitoris like it was a lollipop. The shock, the firmness of his tongue, the pressure to come already there. I came instantly.
My body jerked and my head bowed back. I twisted, and he held on tight and just kept sucking and licking. I didn’t know if it was just the longest orgasm of my life, or three back to back to back orgasms, but it didn’t stop.
Finally, when it was over, my body was wrung out and limp. My brain…empty. He straightened, made a show of licking his lips, and then dropped my legs so that they dangled over the edge of the seat .
He backed up a few steps as if to give me space. “You ready to deal with your shit, now?”
Was I?
I lifted my head to look at him. “Can we get something to eat, first?”
That made him laugh. “Let’s go get some BBQ, darlin.”