Chapter 22 Scream out my name
Scream out my name
Oliver
She’s like a damn porcupine trying to protect its soft underbelly.
And knowing I have access to all of her vulnerable bits makes me hard as a rock. The truth is, I really was thinking about fucking her as I watched her struggle with that bale.
Because the faster she gets her feed unloaded, the sooner I’d be able to be buried between her thighs.
Her little stubborn streak gives me the opportunity to get my trailer parked and set up.
I’m just stepping out of the shower when I hear my phone.
RacingQueen: I made it. Give me twenty minutes to freshen up, I’m all nasty from unloading hay. Here’s the GPS pin.
An icon pops up, but I already know where she’s at.
I could see her pull through only a few spots down from my window.
There’s a part of me that can’t resist messing with her.
TheBigO: You didn’t have any helpers? I would have done it all for you.
RacingQueen: Like an idiot I said no. I wish you could have been there.
TheBigO: I’ll be there soon.
RacingQueen: Same rules as last time.
“Silly girl. Your wish was granted and you shot me down.” Chuckling to myself, I toss my cell on the bed and tug up my jeans.
It’s hard to thread my semi-rigid dick behind my zipper.
Like it knows it’ll be free soon and doesn’t want to wait.
One thing I did learn tonight, she isn’t ready for Oliver and Biggie to meld into one yet.
Her sharp edge towards me may be softening, but she’s a long way from being able to accept that the person she can barely stand is the same one she’s falling for.
Boyfriend.
She did say the word. An admission that I’ve claimed a piece of her.
I hate it that we’ll have to wait, but she just needs a little more time.
Standing outside of her camper makes it much more real.
Then tugging the bandana up over my nose, it’s as if my own lines blur. I’m both the man she loves and hates in one.
It’s dark inside when I pull the door open and step in. I’m not as nervous this time of being in the wrong place, only of the truth of who I am being discovered.
Humidity from her shower still hangs heavy in the small space.
“Biggie,” she exhales.
No longer a question like last time.
Almost a sigh of relief.
“So—” Fuck. I nearly slip and call her by her real name. “—RQ.”
How damn long can I keep up this charade?
“I only have one question,” I grunt, keeping my voice intentionally low. “Am I kissing you?”
Light reflects off her blinking eyes as I kneel over her, pinning her knees between mine.
My hand lands next to her hip and my other wraps her neck to tilt her chin up.
“Because if I am, you’re coming home with me after this rodeo,” I growl, tilting her mouth tantalizingly close to mine.
The heat of her breath moves through the fabric of my bandana to tease me with her sweet scent.
Her bottom lip trembles, then tucks between her teeth in a slow roll. “I can’t yet.”
I was hoping she’d resist.
I knew she would.
The short length of rope slides easily from my pocket as I grab her wrists.
She lets out a short gasp and begins to jerk away.
But my entire life is knots. I run a lariat more than I breathe.
It’s been every waking moment, and often my dreams.
I could tie her in every way on instinct.
Stretching her arms above her head, I force her backwards and lash her to the bracket of her window.
“No, please.” Her panting whine lies as her chest arches to meet mine.
“If I haven’t won your heart yet with my words, I will with my mouth.” Carefully, I pull her home made mask from her eyes, then replace it with an extra handkerchief from my pocket.
Blinding her.
But freeing me to pull down my own bandana covering my face. I reach out and twist open the shade, allowing a little more dim light into the dark camper.
Fuck I want to kiss her.
It feels even more important since it’s off limits.
“Biggie…” Her hips wiggle as she tugs at her restraint. “It’s not fair you’ve seen me but I can’t see you.”
My fingers thread under the bottom of her tank to lift it slowly up her belly. “One day, when we’re both old and gray, it’s going to be how we feel that will keep us together. Not how we look.”
When the round swells of her breasts appear, my breath hitches.
Her dark pink nipples are pebbled, poking up as if they’re begging to be—
She cries out when I pinch the first between my teeth, then pull it against my tongue with a hard suction.
One day soon she’s going to scream out my name.
My lips drift to her other teasing tip while I push her shorts down over the curve of her hips.
Tracing a path down, I pause just below her belly button to press a tender kiss on the quivering skin.
How long before I know if she’s carrying our baby? I know that’s what she secretly wants.
To be tied to me forever.
I never thought it would be like this. A driving urge to claim her.
Push us both into a corner of having to fight together to make it work.
That’s what I’ll do.
As my mouth works lower, something inside of me locks in place.
She is mine. And I’ll do anything to keep her.
Her rapid panting grows even faster when I shift her knees apart to settle between them.
Using only the very tip of my finger, I trace the little trim strip of short hair that frames the glistening slit of her pussy.
Look at that, it’s a landing strip for my tongue.
When I slide my rough callous against her firm clit, her entire body jerks.
“Please,” she whispers, turning her head between her arms.
“Patience, princess,” I rumble, lowering my nose to brush through the short patch.
Then I taste her for the first time.
She’s everything I thought she’d be.
Sweet. Juicy. Needy.
Her jaw drops as she spasms her pelvis towards the sky, grinding against my mouth.
I have the ideal view up the length of her to watch her gasp, then bite her lip, all framed in a masterpiece landscape between the mounds of her breasts.
My eyes fall closed as I fight to maintain my latch on her soaked cunt while she bucks with every stroke of my tongue.
Pushing two fingers inside her clenching pussy makes her heels dig into my shoulders as she moans, rocketing her off the mattress to hover mid-air.
My very own bridge to heaven.
Her inner walls clench around my knuckles in wild contractions before she collapses into the sheets.
“Oh, fuck,” she exhales, still trembling from the magnitude of her release. “I’ve never had someone do that before.”
“And no one else will ever,” I growl, burying my hand deeper inside her. “This is mine.”
“Yours,” she whimpers, letting her thighs fall open.
Giving herself to me.
But I want every part of her.
Pulling out of her soaked pussy, I slide my middle finger down to thrust inside her tight ass.
Those evil heels of hers slam into my back and she gasps. “Biggie!”
“This too. When you’re finally in my bed, I’m owning all of you.” I reach down and pull her swollen clit back between my lips before she can argue.
Her shuddering inhale is all the approval I need.
My thumb pushes in so I can rub her thin membrane between my pads while my tongue flicks faster than she can breathe.
She struggles to gulp in a lungful as I devour her.
I don’t want her to have any other thought except how I’m making her feel.
Get lost in me, Sophia.
Give in to how perfect we are together.
Be mine.
Every muscle in her body tenses as I devour her into another quaking climax.
But I don’t stop. Doubling down, I drive into her harder and roll her throbbing bud deeper.
She never droops, riding the orgasm until only her feet on my back and head are the only things touching the bed.
With one hand, I drop my zipper to free my leaking cock.
In a single movement, I shift myself over her shivering torso and wrap her throat as I thrust in my full length, tipping her into another clenching wave.
I fucking love her.
There’s no denying it.
And as I spill inside her, I have no doubts that this is the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.