Chapter 4 Allyson
ALLYSON
The barn wall rattles as Bruce pins me against the wood, his breath hot on my ear. “Al, you know damn well what you’ve been doing to me and what it’ll cause.”
I do. I know exactly what I’ve been doing – grabbing his ass to mess up his shot, then sticking my butt out as I took mine, and better yet, sitting on Bruce’s lap while Rix and Willow played against Mark and Brody.
I’d been quite intentional about my wiggling and bouncing as I cheered for that game, hoping it’d lead to this exact moment, when Bruce makes me pay for teasing and taunting him.
“Who me? I was just sitting there, minding my own business when you dragged me off like a caveman.”
I’m gonna get it. I can’t wait.
He slides his hand under my dress, gathering it at my waist and lifting my exposed leg to wrap around his hip.
When he squeezes my ass sharply, heat shoots straight through me and my hips buck until I can feel the bulge behind his zipper straining to get at me.
I have known this man and his body for years, but somehow the sheer size of him still makes my mouth go dry.
I know his strength, have felt every bit of it, but the fact that I’m the one that steadies him, the one that pulled him out of the dark he once lived in, makes me smile.
“I’ll show you caveman,” he grunts. The next thing I know, he’s lifted me like I weigh nothing, pinning me so tightly against the barn wall that I feel secure, though I’m basically floating in the air. Both my legs wrap around him now, as I hold on for dear life.
That puts his cock right where I want him, if only there weren’t layers of clothing between us. Still, I squirm, rubbing myself on him shamelessly. “You lost on purpose, didn’t you?” I gasp.
Our first inning had resulted in three points for the ladies team, and by the time me and Katelyn got to twenty-one, Bruce had been throwing wide and far, never even hitting the pole I know he can put ringers on. He’d let me win.
Though technically, the game continues. I can hear Shayanne teasing Luke as they play the next round.
“Maybe,” he admits as he moves me up and down the ridge in his jeans too, working us both.
“Why don’t you let me say a proper thank you then,” I purr, meeting his eyes before dropping my gaze between us meaningfully.
His eyes darken instantly and I feel his response against my core. Slowly, he lowers me until my feet hit the barn floor, but I continue, dropping slowly to my knees. My dress puddles around me, but I’m not worried about a little dust and dirt.
I undo Bruce’s jeans and take him out, my hand wrapping around the velvet over steel length of him.
Giving him a tight stroke, I look up to find him staring down at me like I’m an angel sent from heaven above, but we both know he brings out the devil in me.
Sticking my tongue out, I lap at the drop of pre-cum already rushing over his tip. “Thank you.”
As I take him into my mouth, he grits out, “No, thank you.”
Smiling around my mouthful, I suck him deeper into my throat, swallowing as much of him as I can and then retreating to cover him with worshipful licks from base to tip, and driving him crazy in the process.
When I finally give in and suck his soul out through his cock, his hands hit the wall above me, searching for support. The booming sound is sharp in the quiet barn, but there’s no one to hear us but the horses.
“Fuck, Al. Fuck, yes.” The words are basically grunts akin to the caveman I accused him of being and when he gathers my hair in one hand and takes my mouth, I work to keep suction on him. I don’t want to lose a drop and my man is about to give me all he’s got.
I feel his balls grow tight against my chin a moment before he begins to jet hot cum into my throat. Hungrily, I swallow and swallow as he holds my head still, keeping me right where he wants me. Which is exactly where I want to be.
When he’s done, I lap along his length once more and then wipe my mouth, returning to the prim and proper lady I sometimes try to be as Bruce puts his now-soft cock away and adjusts his jeans. He helps me up, pulling me from the floor.
“Pretty girl, you should’ve let me fuck you so we’d both get off because time’s up.”
My mouth falls open to protest, but there’s no chance to argue because there are three sharp knocks on the barn door. “Get dressed, you two,” Bobby yells. “Mark says lunch is ready and Shayanne won’t let us eat until Allyson gets a plate.”
I meet my husband’s eyes and giggle. “Guess that means we won.”
“This isn’t over,” he vows.
I press a kiss to his full lips. “I know.”
We’ll have a great day with the whole family, but later tonight, when it’s just the two of us, he’ll make sure I know how much he loves me and wants me. Not that I ever have a doubt.