Chapter 13 – Sunshine/Kaitlyn #2
“Fuck,” he groaned, and then leaned over me. His hand on the back of my neck. A little pressure. “More. Take more of me. Nice and slow.”
I did just as he said. It had never felt like this before. With my hands tied, I had no control over how much of him I could take, but I only knew I wanted more. I relaxed my jaw and he slid deeper. I relaxed my throat and swallowed around him .
“Oh, fuck. That’s it, baby girl. That’s it. You’re sucking me so good. Now play with your tits.”
I must have made a sound. A hum against his dick that made him groan.
“Oh, that’s right,” he mused, in this dark, sultry voice. “You can’t, can you? But you’re dying for it, aren’t you?”
I lifted my eyes up to his, my mouth still full of his cock, as I tried to nod.
He slid both hands into my ripped t-shirt, finding my nipples and pinching them so hard.
My whole body jerked, and sounds came out of my throat that I’d never heard myself make before.
Animal sounds. Desperate sounds. I squeezed my thighs together even more, until I felt sparks from my clit.
Yes, I thought. Yes, I could come like this.
“Oh no, not yet,” he growled, the evil mind reader. He lifted his hands from my breasts and cupped my head. Holding me still. Controlling me. My eyes on his. “This is my turn to come. Don’t you dare move, while I fuck. This. Pretty. Pink. Mouth.”
He fucked into my mouth, holding me for his pleasure.
Using my mouth the way he wanted. I watched him, memorizing everything.
The hot desperate look in his eyes. The sounds he made.
The way his rough fingers caught the fine hairs at my temple and pulled, the sting adding to the riot of feelings in my body.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Look at you. I can’t…”. And then it happened. His cum spilled on to my tongue. I swallowed as much as I could, but I felt some dripping down my chin.
He held himself still in my mouth for what felt like forever, until with a grunt and a smile, he pulled himself free.
I was shaking like a leaf. Not from cold or fear…desire. No, more than desire. Worse. Need .
I shook with need.
“Oh yeah, baby,” his voice was soft, a warm comfort against nerves that were fraying. You need it, don’t you? That high?”
“Yes, yes,” I begged, unashamedly. Tears were in my eyes, both from the intensity of that blowjob and from this empty powerful ache inside of me. “Please, please.”
“Hmm. How do I want to make you come?”
“Any way. Any…I just need a little…”
He pulled me up from under my armpits until I was standing on my feet. He thrust his heavy thigh roughly between my legs, and with my hands still bound, I was forced to lean into him. I still had some leverage, though, with my boots touching the dirt floor of the barn.
“Make yourself come, baby girl.”
The sound I made wasn’t human. It was all need and desire and want.
I had no idea what I was doing. How I looked.
I imagined ridiculous, grinding and humping his leg.
I barely cared. But, like I’d been riding horseback my whole life, instead of just the first time today, I rode his thigh fast and hard.
I felt the pressure build until I was coming so quickly, I was afraid I might pass out from it.
When it was over, I could feel his thick arms wrapped around my back, holding me pressed to his naked chest. I could feel the tickle of his chest hair against my sensitive nipples, and I wondered if anything ever in my life had felt so good.
Which is why it made no sense that in that moment, I burst into tears.
Tag
I held her until her shudders turned to shakes and then to small twitches, like her muscles were figuring out how to work after all that. I held her until she caught her breath and thought the worst. When she finally lifted her head, I pushed that blond hair off her ravaged face.
“Hey, it’s okay, right?” I asked her. “Are you okay? Was that too much?”
Shit. Fuck. Asshole.
I didn’t know what I was doing here. There were probably rules for the kind of shit we were doing. Safe words and stuff.
I pushed her past whatever boundaries she had, and I didn’t clue in to when it happened. It had felt like she was with me the entire time, but now she was bawling her eyes out so hard I could feel the tears dripping down my chest.
Or, was that snot?
“He wasn’t my daaaad. And…he…he…knew the wh..whole…time,” she sobbed.
Relief surged through me so hard, my knees sagged for a second.
This wasn’t the sex. Or it was. The last crack in the dam Sunshine was using to hold everything back. I pulled her more tightly into my arms, quickly undid the knot at her wrists, letting the tie fall away. Immediately, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, like she was hanging on for life.
“Okay, baby,” I murmured in her ear. “Let it out.”
“And he nevvvv…never said. What if heheheh…what if he didn’t real-ly love me? And maybe that’s why Amity and Bliss don’t like meeeeeee. ”
“Oh honey, they like you. They love you. You were just so young when you left,” I said, trying to console her. Only that’s not what she wanted. Not really. She just wanted to cry, so I closed my mouth and I let her.
“Everybody hhhhaaa…hhhhaaates my idea,” she panted. “And fucking Jared is…the worst!”
I cupped her face in my hands and pulled her back so I could watch all the expressions on her face. And yes, it was snot that ran from her nose and covered my chest.
There was anger and resentment and confusion and fear.
This woman was a complete one-eighty from the polished, locked-down woman standing in front of the conference table, leading her trading partner colleagues into battle.
No one sees this woman. Ever. Except me.
It was a heady thought. And it filled up my chest with this strange weight I didn’t understand. Like sand, but sharper.
I brushed back her blond hair, noticed how fucking swollen her lips were, and wanted to devour them.
No kissing. Those were her rules, because she needed some protections. I got it. Fencing worked for a reason.
In her current state, I didn’t want to take that away from her, so I restrained myself.
She sniffed and I figured I needed to get her home quickly, because the only options she had for a tissue were her sleep shorts or ripped t-shirt.
Or…the sleeve of my denim jacket. I smiled as she ran the sleeve under her nose, not once, not twice, but three times.
Good thing laundry day was tomorrow.
“Deep breaths,” I told her .
She tried a couple of times and failed, but by her third attempt, she was finally taking in actual oxygen.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“Nothing to be sorry about.”
“I don’t know what just happened,” she said, looking truly confused. “I didn’t even cry at my dad’s funeral.”
“You’ve been storing up a lot inside you, darlin. It was bound to come out.” I pushed her back a step and bent down to pick up my shirt. I tossed it on and fastened the first couple of buttons. I’d need to be careful that my dad didn’t see the two knee sized mud stains on the back.
Just thinking about them made me hard again.
Another wipe of her nose with my jacket. “I really am sor-”
“Don’t,” I said, cutting her off, with my finger over her mouth.
“Don’t you dare apologize. You feel safe letting go with me.
I’m a big dude and I can handle it. So don’t apologize for giving me a little bit of yourself.
Okay?” I didn’t tell her what an honor it was to see some part of her that she never showed anyone else.
She nodded.
“Come on, now, I’ll walk you home. Button up my jacket over your pretty tits, please. Because they are awfully distracting. Oh, sorry. Breasts. I’m told tits is vulgar.”
She chuckled, but did as I asked. We left the barn with her hand in mine, which felt really good, and I led us back to the house.
“Am I going to have to climb up the tree?” she asked. “Because I don’t think I have it in me.”
“No, love. You can go in through the back door. Your momma doesn’t leave it locked. The exciting part is sneaking out, not sneaking in. Because the deed’s already been done. ”
It was a clear night and the stars above our heads twinkled. I felt sated, but beyond that, I felt like I’d been just the thing that Sunshine Calloway needed tonight.
I don’t know that I’d ever been that for another person.
We walked around to the back of the house, to the patio and the steps. It was getting wild back here and I made a mental note to come out with the weed whacker and take care of the burdock and spurge.
Sunshine took the steps to the door, and when she turned the knob, it opened.
“Someone should lock this,” she said, like she couldn’t remember what growing up in the Gulch was like.
She hesitated before going inside, and I knew what she was going to do before she turned around to face me.
“Don’t you dare thank me,” I said, beating her to the punch. “Don’t want your thanks or your apologies. What we have here is a…mutually enjoyable situation.”
I could see the flash of her smile under the nearly full moon.
“A mutually enjoyable situation. I don’t think I’ve ever heard it called that before. Sounds civilized.”
I growled, thinking how uncivilized we’d been, and I watched her eyes widen in reaction. Yeah, I thought, this thing between us was pure chemistry. Nothing but animal.
“Call me if you need me, darlin,” I said, stepping back into the shadows where I’d come from. “Fuck it. Call me if you don’t.”
“Night, Tag.”
“Night, Sunshine. Now get inside before you get cold.”
She was still wearing my coat, but I’d be damned if I’d made her take it off.
Her bare skin was pressing against the denim I wore every day.
I imagined when she gave it back to me it might smell like her.
I felt the chill of the wind rolling out over the hills and valley of this place and it settled me.
A reminder that I was made for this place.
She closed the door behind her, and I walked to the truck I’d parked down the road, so no questions might be asked about what I was doing out at the Calloway farm so late at night.
But, suddenly, I could feel questions buzzing around me like horse flies.
I hopped in the truck, trying to stay in motion, like sitting still might give all the questions a chance to land, and then I’d have to reckon with them.
I turned the key in the ignition and reached for the gear shift to put the truck in drive.
But the headlights illuminated the roof of the Calloway house over the hill.
The big tree she’d climbed down. To me. The top of the barn, where I’d had, without a doubt, the hottest blowjob of my life.
I paused and the questions landed like fists.
What the fuck was I doing with Sunshine Calloway?