Chapter 14
SARGE
I’d seen my share of naked women in my time, but I had never been so anxious to set eyes on anyone as I was to watch Starla undress to get in the water.
At first I’d enjoyed the chase, then it hit me that I was about to let my competitive streak ruin the opportunity to see Starla naked before she dove into the water.
I already knew what her body felt like, at least with clothes on, because we made out every night before going to our separate rooms, all because I had some noble idea that I should take her out first.
She’d already told me more than a few times that she didn’t need to be “wined and dined’ and that she was a “sure thing.” Until a few minutes ago on the porch, however, I had ignored her requests to take her to bed–or whatever flat surface was nearby–and do all the things my kisses and hands had promised her.
But tonight, I couldn’t resist Starla Ready–except her challenge of a race, and only because even if I lost to her, I would still win in the end.
“You’re just going to stand there and watch me strip?”
“Yes, please.”
Starla gave me a seductive smile, then pushed her jeans down over her hips and let them fall and pool at her feet. “Your turn.”
I pulled off my shirt and tossed it onto the dock, and then it took everything I had not to beat on my chest like a caveman when I saw the heat in her eyes. But when she frowned and asked, “What’s that scar from?” it jerked me back to reality.
“You’ll have to be more specific.”
She pointed at the jagged scar near my belly button. I shrugged and said, “I should have taken a gun to that knife fight.”
“You got into a knife fight?” she asked, incredulous.
“Well, it was technically a sharpened piece of chain-link fence, but it worked as well as a knife.”
“I’ve got one of those,” Starla said. She turned to the side and pointed at her hip. “Can you believe that scar came from a toothbrush of all things?”
“I believe it,” I said, letting my eyes roam. “Are we gonna catalog our scars all night, or are you going to take your turn?”
Starla ignored me. “How did you get that one beside it? The lighter one?”
“The doctor took out my appendix when I was twelve. It’s the only time in my life I haven’t fought back when someone came at me with a sharp object.” I looked down and recognized a scar from seeing it on my ex-wife. Even though I already knew the answer, I asked, “What did they take out of you?”
“A nine-pound baby,” Starla said, running her hand over the c-section scar.
She grimaced, then added, “And before you ask, the baby wasn’t taken away from me for neglect or anything like that.
I chose a wonderful couple who were looking to adopt, and they took the baby home from the hospital to join their family. ”
“That’s noble of you.”
“Noble?”
“To know the child would have a better life with someone else and make that sacrifice rather than keeping it.”
“I was sixteen and bouncing from foster home to foster home myself, so I wanted to make sure I didn’t put someone else through that hell.”
“You were given up at birth too, right?” I asked, trying to remember the details I’d heard all those years ago.
Starla shook her head. “No. I was seven when I went into foster care. That was about four years before I came here to live with Ma and Pa, and I got pregnant about four years after I left.”
“That’s rough, babe.”
“Honestly, I was young, so the pregnancy itself wasn’t bad. The uncertainty and sheer terror at the thought of being responsible for a baby by myself was worse than anything else. Adoption felt like the right decision for both of us.”
“Boy or girl?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t want to. At the time, I think it helped me. . . I’m not sure if this is the right context, but I think the word is disassociate.”
“I’m not a shrink, but that sounds about right to me.”
“I didn’t want to consider the baby to be mine in any way, and not even knowing the sex seemed to help me do that.”
“And now?”
“I wonder occasionally, usually around the birthday, but I never really yearned to be a mother. It doesn’t bother me the way it might other women.”
“You don’t want kids?”
“Now? Oh, hell no!”
I burst out laughing, and Starla shook her head. “This is the weirdest conversation to have while we’re both half-naked.”
“Let’s get all the way naked.”
“It’s your turn, I believe.”
I grinned, unbuttoning my jeans. “It’s not, but I’ll give you a freebie.”
“I hope you give me a lot more than just one.”
“Honey, we’re gonna be so exhausted tomorrow that you’ll probably hate me a little, but I’m willing to risk it. I’m not sure I’ll be able to let you go to bed alone once we do this.”
“You might not have a choice. What if I insist that this is a one-and-done, and then . . .”
“Then I’ll have to make this one last until you change your mind.”
“I welcome you to try.”
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STARLA
The shock of seeing Sarge’s pants slide down his strong thighs took my breath away.
When I got a glimpse of what he was packing in those tight boxer briefs, a garbled whimper escaped my mouth.
But I didn’t care if he heard me. I was too busy watching the muscles in his calves as he stepped out of his jeans and bent over to remove his socks.
With his body angled forward, I could see the play of muscles in his arms and shoulders.
It took every ounce of self-control I had not to rush forward and attack him.
I was proud of myself when he stood upright and I still managed to stay in place. But when he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, I lost all control of my limbs and launched myself at him.
Sarge caught me in his arms, chortling with laughter, but I cut the sound off with my lips and turned his amusement into a hungry moan.
With my legs wrapped around his waist, I could feel how much he wanted me.
I moved against him, wishing the barriers between us would disappear.
His thoughts must have mirrored mine because in the next heartbeat, I felt his fingers push my panties aside before he slowly pressed the wide head of his cock into me.
He had barely breached my entrance when he stopped and whispered, “Do we need protection?”
“Do we?”
“I had a vasectomy years ago, so . . .”
I took the option away, loosening the grip of my hips and lowering myself slowly onto him.
He gasped and tensed in shock. My body tensed for a completely different reason.
I wasn’t expecting that much stretch and fullness.
As he went deeper than anyone else had before, I moaned with pleasure, using my thighs to lift myself before sinking back down.
Sarge’s hands clamped onto my ass, his fingers digging in to help lift me, then guiding me down even farther.
When I tried to pull back up, he kept pushing until his cock was as far inside as it would go.
He held me there as I found the perfect friction for my clit before he finally pulled me up again.
Our mouths were touching, but we weren’t kissing–just mingling our breaths as we adjusted to the wonder of our first joining.
“Fuck, you’re perfect for me,” Sarge whispered as I ground against him. “You took my cock like you were made for it.”
“I need more,” I whispered urgently, flexing my thighs to push myself up.
Sarge took the hint, lifting me up as he leaned against the rail behind him. I took that as an invitation to move in earnest, chasing the orgasm I could feel on the horizon.
As I rode him with the help of his strong arms, Sarge growled, “Take your bra off, Star. I want to see your tits bounce while I fuck you.”
I’d only ever experienced dirty talk in the books I read, but hearing it in his raspy voice took things to a level that made me hotter than I’d ever been. The second I unhooked the front closure of my bra, Sarge moaned. When I yanked it off and tossed it aside, he smiled wickedly.
“Bounce for me, Starla. Show me what I’ve been dreaming about.”
“You dream about me?” I asked, cupping my breasts.
I used my thumbs to squeeze my nipples as I lifted one breast closer toward Sarge’s mouth.
He took the hint and covered it with his mouth, nudging my hand out of the way with his chin.
It felt like he was drawing my soul out.
I moved even faster as I neared my release.
Sarge let go of my breast, then ordered, “Put your hands on my shoulders and let me watch.”
I did as he asked, gripping his shoulders as I bounced up and down on his cock. I threw my head back when the first tremors of my orgasm hit. Sarge seemed to know exactly what I needed.
“I’ve dreamed about fucking you like this and watching your tits bounce.
I want to fuck you in front of a mirror with you riding my lap so we can both watch me go deep inside you while my fingers strum your clit.
I want to take you from behind and watch your ass ripple as I slam into you with every stroke.
I want to hear you scream when I slap your ass until it’s bright red, leaving my mark on every inch of it.
Someday I’m going to fuck you until you come all over me, and then I’ll pull out and shove my cock into your mouth so you can taste us together as I come. I want to . . .”
“Oh, fuck! Sarge! Oh, fuck, yes!” I screamed as my orgasm crashed over me.
I convulsed around his thick cock and heard his loud groan as he pinned me down, holding me against him so the friction on my clit sent me all the way into orbit. I ground against him until I couldn’t take any more, finally taking one of his naughtiest daydreams and making it a reality.
When I unwrapped my legs from his waist and let them drop to the deck, he looked confused.
But as I sank to my knees at his feet and peered up at him, his eyes widened.
The second I wrapped my lips around him, taking him all the way to the back of my throat, Sarge let out a loud roar and gripped the hair on either side of my head as he fucked my mouth as he came.
He was still breathing hard when I stood and wiped the corners of my mouth with my thumb and finger. When I smiled at him and asked, “Was it as good for you as it was for me?” he responded with a whimper.
“Much more of that, and I’ll die a happy fucking man, pretty Star.”
“I’m ready for round two whenever you are,” I taunted as I pushed my panties down and flicked them off my foot. “Come on, Sarge. Let’s traumatize some fish.”
I sprinted toward the end of the dock, my hair streaming behind me. As I jumped out toward the water, I twisted around so I could see him and found Sarge leaning against the rail with his still-hard cock jutting out over the waistband of his boxers.
As the freezing water enveloped me, chilling me to the bone, I found I didn’t care. I was exactly where I wanted to be: at the only home I had ever known, surrounded by the people I’d missed for years, and welcome in the arms of the man of my dreams.
After all this time, I’d finally found my place in the world. I was happier than I ever thought possible, and I would do whatever it took to keep it that way.
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I thought I’d made it until a hand wrapped around my waist and tugged me across the bed.
“Oh, no, you don’t, pretty Star. No sneaking away like we’ve done something dirty that you should be ashamed of,” Sarge murmured without opening his eyes.
“We have done quite a few dirty, naughty, and fabulously filthy things, but I’m not ashamed at all,” I assured him before bending forward to press a kiss to his lips. “But I can hear Ma downstairs, and I need to get out of bed and go to work.”
“Let’s call in sick.”
“That’s impossible since I share a house with my boss.”
“Technically, I’m one of your . . . nope! That makes it weird, so I’m not gonna voice that thought.”
“You might share the farm’s last name, and your name might even be on some of the equipment, but you’ll never convince me that anyone other than Ma is the boss.”
“Valid point,” Sarge murmured as he curled around me and kissed the outside of my thigh. “But I’m her favorite child, so if I make you late, she’ll forgive you.”
“No! Not only have you already made me late, you’ve made me too sore to do much of anything for a few days.”
“I can kiss it all better, I promise.”
“You promised that last time, and I ended up with my ass in the air while you railed me from behind.”
The memory drew a soft smile from Sarge, and he looked so sexy that I couldn’t resist sighing as I ran my hands through his hair.
“You’re a bad influence, sir.”
“I am? You’re the one who asked for a pillow to scream into so I could fuck you even harder.”
Now it was my turn to smile at the memory. I sighed again and said, “We’ve gotta do that again soon.”
“I’m up for it again right now,” Sarge assured me, flexing his hips against mine so I could feel exactly how ready he was.
“No!” I said, scooting toward the edge of the bed.
I turned just in time to watch Sarge pull my pillow to his face and inhale deeply with a moan.
He looked so damn sexy it physically pained me to leave him, but I knew without a doubt that my pussy couldn’t handle another round so soon after last night’s marathon.
Besides, I had a full day’s work ahead of me.
Sarge had plenty to do as well, so I reminded him, “You’re going to be late for the morning meeting, and you’re supposed to help set up the irrigation for twenty-seven.”
“I’m too tired.” I couldn’t resist reaching over and slapping his bare ass. His eyes flew open in outrage as I backed toward the bathroom with my hands raised in surrender. “I had to do it!”
Sarge sprang out of bed in the next heartbeat, stalking toward me like a big cat closing in on its prey. “I’m gonna show you what I can’t resist.”
“I’ve gotta shower again!”
“Water conservation is important to a farmer, so I’m gonna shower with you.”
“Then we’ll be even later than we already are!”
“I’m willing to take the hit if you are.”
I spun around and hurried into the bathroom. “Make it quick, Sarge! We’ve got shit to do!”
“Yes, ma’am!”