Chapter 5
Chapter Five
“Are you sure we won’t get caught?” her question had a tremor to it.
“Do you care if we do?”
Something in her expression changed. Did she have a sudden realization?
“Actually today, yes. The farm”—she shook her head and corrected—“ ranch is full of locals. If it was full of guests with the same mindset, I’d say no.”
Good call.
Today’s guests were people they both knew. Some were even his customers.
He’d leave the blinds shut and the door locked, then. “You’re still standing.”
With a slight smile, she locked gazes with him, grabbed his hips for balance and lowered herself to her knees.
He brushed a lock of hair off her forehead. “It’s been far too long, darlin’.”
With a lick of her lips, she said softly, “I agree, Sir.”
He loved the fact they could easily slip into their roles of Dom and sub, even after months of not seeing each other.
He dragged the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip, then tucked it into her mouth, encouraging her to open it. “Have you missed my cock?”
She nodded. The hungry look in her eyes made that same cock jump in his jeans.
She sucked on his thumb as he pumped it in and out of her mouth. “You know what to do,” he murmured. “I suggest you hurry up if you don’t want to get caught.”
She wasted no time sliding her hands from his hips to his belt buckle. As soon as it was undone, she popped open the button on his jeans and worked them down enough, along with his boxer briefs, to give her access.
“Take out my cock.”
She reached in and wrapped her fingers around the root, making him bite back a groan.
When she started stroking it, he ordered sharply, “Stop! I didn’t give you permission to do that. Hands behind your back and keep them there until I tell you otherwise.”
He was on the edge of covering her face in his cum as it was. That was not where he wanted to put it. He had other plans.
As soon as she did as she was told, he whispered, “Good girl.”
Having her hands invisibly bound behind her back pushed out her chest, tempting him to fuck her tits instead of her mouth.
So many damn options, so little time. Today proved they needed to make more of it. They just wouldn’t get it right now. Today would be more of a sprint than a marathon.
The last time they spent all night together, he tied her to his bed naked. He had played with her until she was about to come, then stopped, leaving her hanging and also left the room.
He edged her for hours and when he finally let her orgasm, she came so hard, she said she almost blacked out.
That was a very good night. He’d also love to repeat it sometime soon.
Ford tugged on her chin. “Open. That’s it,” he whispered. “Stick out your tongue.”
He fisted his cock and dragged the tip down her tongue to clean off the beading precum.
“Wider.”
Her brown eyes met his as he fed her his cock.
“That’s it, darlin’. Take it all in. Now close your lips around me. Don’t do anything more than that,” he warned. “If you don’t follow my instructions, you’ll be punished, and not in the ways you prefer.”
Since he was the first man to play with her like this, they experimented a lot. Some she liked, some she didn’t. He respected that and didn’t push her to do things she didn’t enjoy or wouldn’t get her off.
This wasn’t only about him. It was about her, too.
Watching Erin come was one of the biggest rewards next to his own release.
He got a better grip on her by using both of his hands to hold her long, dark hair in two pigtails, an effective way to control the action.
He started slow, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. Not taking it super deep... yet. He let her get used to his size first.
After a few more normal thrusts, he asked, “Ready, darlin’?”
She made a sound around his hard cock when he paused with the tip pressing against the back of her throat. He kept it there for a few seconds before he moved again.
Using her hair as handles to keep her head in place, he began to fuck her mouth. He knew her limits and didn’t push past any of those.
He closed his eyes and threw his head back for a moment, blowing out a breath to rein in the urge to come within seconds. But once he felt her body shift, he opened his eyes to make sure she wasn’t trying to tap out.
She wasn’t.
“That’s a good girl. Milk my cock with your mouth. Take it all. The whole thing. I want your lips wrapped around the base. I know you can do it.” He released one handful of hair to stroke her throat. “Relax and swallow me whole, darlin’.”
She was doing her best to take him deeper but couldn’t quite swallow him to the root. She reached her limit.
So did he.
With a set jaw, he listened to the wet sucking sounds of her taking him hard and deep. His cock was throbbing, his balls pulled tight. Right now, it was mind over matter to keep from coming. He’d have to throw in the white flag unless he wanted to come down her throat.
Normally he would. Today, he had other plans.
Using the grip on her hair, he yanked her head back. “Don’t release it. Keep it in your mouth, but don’t move. Don’t do anything.”
He took in how beautiful she looked on her knees with his erection in her mouth. With flushed cheeks. With a sheen in her eyes. With spit clinging to the corners of her lips.
“You like sucking my cock, darlin’?”
Since he ordered her not to move, she couldn’t answer or even nod her head. That didn’t mean he couldn’t see it in her face. Plus, he knew from the last few years that she did.
As much as he enjoyed eating her pussy.
Reluctantly, he pulled out his cock, slippery from her saliva. “God, I want to fuck you,” he murmured, combing his fingers through her silky hair.
She pulled in a shuddered breath.
“Are you wet, darlin’?”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed.
When she accepted his offered hand, he helped her to her feet. For a second, her knees wobbled, and he waited to release her until she was steady. Once she was, he took her mouth, kissing her long and deep, causing her to fist his shirt and a groan to bubble up her throat.
He really missed this. Missed her. He was a dumbass for being too focused on his business to spend time with her.
A mistake that wouldn’t happen again. If the ranch hired him on full-time, he hoped it would give him even more free time in the near future.
But the future was just that and he needed to remain in the here and now.
With the woman wearing a sundress.
She loved to wear them, and he loved when she did. They gave him easy access for quickies. Like today. “Are you wearing panties?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.” She cleared her throat when her voice caught on that very simple answer.
“Give them to me.”
She reached under her sundress and shimmied out of her panties, then held them out to him.
She wasn’t lying. They were soaked. Simply from her giving him head.
He held them up to his nose and inhaled deeply. “I’m keeping these,” he announced, tucking them into the front pocket of his jeans. “Since we’re not supposed to be up here, I can’t spend the time needed to turn your ass a cherry red before fucking you. I can’t spend the time making a proper meal out of your cunt. So, I’ll fill it, instead. For the rest of the ranch tour, I want your pussy full of me. I want my cum making your inner thighs so slick, they slide together easily when you walk.”
With any other woman, he’d don a condom, especially with so many in the basket within reach, but Erin was on birth control. They had stopped using condoms a few months after they began to hook up.
Even though they weren’t officially exclusive, they both agreed that if either had sex with anyone else, they would use protection.
He trusted her to keep their word. She did the same.
Whether she had sex with anyone else in the last few years, he didn’t know. He also didn’t ask since it wasn’t his business.
He couldn’t be possessive if they weren’t exclusive. If he demanded that from her, she could demand the same from him.
Again, he had certain tastes she couldn’t satisfy, even if she wanted to.
“Bend over the spanking bench, pull up your skirt and show me how wet you are.”
Without hesitation, she immediately bent over the bench and flipped her skirt up and over her back, exposing her perfectly shaped ass and her shaved cunt.
The dark pink center glistened and called to him.
He shoved his jeans down even further and with each stroke of his cock, he squeezed out another drop of precum. Within two steps, he was behind her, dragging the crown between her plump, smooth lips. “Want me to fill you with my cock, darlin’?”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed.
“Want me to fill you with my cum?”
“Yes, Sir,” she repeated, her nails digging into the vinyl padding of the spanking bench.
He slapped his cock against her clit a couple of times before lining up the slick, blunt tip and pressing forward.
She stretched around him, easily accommodating his girth and length within her silky heat. Her pussy clenched around him in an attempt to draw him even deeper.
He obliged.
“Give me access to your tits,” he ordered.
With her palms planted on the bench, she lifted her torso. He slipped the straps of her sundress off her shoulders, reached around and snagged both nipples between his fingers, twisting as hard as he could.
It was no surprise that she wore no bra. Her tits were perky because they were on the smaller side. But they fit her petite frame perfectly.
Truthfully, he didn’t care how big they were. He didn’t discriminate. Large and heavy or just a handful. He loved them all.
“Sir,” she cried out, squeezing his cock planted deep inside her.
He twisted them again, making her toss back her head, pelting him with her long hair.
He drove his cock fast and deep, at the same time tugging on her hard nipples. If he had been thinking straight, he would’ve put her on her back so he could wrap his lips around them and sink his teeth deep into her soft flesh.
Next time.
“Sir,” she groaned over the sharp slapping of their skin.
“That’s it, darlin’. Take every inch of me. Do you want it harder?”
“Yes, Sir,” she hissed.
“Deeper?”
“Yes, Sir… please .”
With gritted teeth, he abandoned her tits to grab her hair again with one hand and her hip with the other, so he could slam into her as hard as he could.
He was pleased that the custom-made spanking bench was holding up against the pounding. Maybe that should be his job on the ranch: equipment tester.
He grinned but quickly lost it when the tiny ripples grew in intensity, telling him she was close.
The second she came, he would quickly follow.
They needed to hurry before they did get caught. Not only did he not want to blow a potential job opportunity by selfishly using a playroom without permission, but fucking the woman Dylan used to date—no matter how long ago it was—could potentially cause issues.
He also wasn’t sure how Erin would feel if their relationship was exposed.
While they never kept it a secret, they certainly didn’t do anything as a couple, like go out on dates. Because of that, most people in town thought they were close friends, rather than lovers.
And if anyone asked, they didn’t confirm. They left it a mystery.
Basically, because it was no one’s business.
However, now that the Lyons brothers were back in town… He had no idea if Dylan would try to rekindle their past.
Ford had choices to make.
But not at this very minute.
Erin began to meet him thrust for thrust, jamming her ass against him every time he drove deep. Her little whimpers were hard to ignore.
“Please, Sir,” she begged.
“Please what?”
“Make me come... Sir.”
“I’m not stopping you.” But he also hadn’t given her permission, either.
“I’m allowed, Sir?”
Ah, yes. She was being a good girl. “Yes, darlin’, come for me.”
Dropping her forehead to the padding, she pushed out a ragged breath. Relief was what it sounded like to him.
Maybe edging her for as long as he had last time hadn’t been a good idea. “Come, darlin’, soak my cock.”
On a groan, she arched her back and clenched her pussy tightly around him. The little pulses grew more intense by the second.
“I’m going to come, Sir.”
That was music to his ears.
Erin could get loud when she orgasmed, so he quickly covered her mouth with his hand. Her teeth sinking into his palm made him wince but at least her scream was muffled as she impaled herself on his cock.
A climax ripped through her, taking him with her. He came deep inside her and stilled, riding out the aftershocks. “I’m planting my seed deep, darlin’. I want it to stay inside you as long as possible. When it slides down your thighs, I want you to think of no one but me for the rest of the day.”
She shuddered at those instructions.
“Are you good with that?”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed.
He regretted that he couldn’t stay inside her any longer, but they needed to clean up and get out of the room.
“Good girl.” He slowly pulled out. “Cover your tits but stay bending over the bench for a moment.”
Of course, she did as she was told, but then, she always did. She enjoyed him giving her orders during sex and only during sex.
He dug for the panties he had tucked in his pocket and used them to wipe off his cock. Once he was finished, he tucked them back away. He was taking those home with him. A reminder, even a trophy of sorts.
He secured his jeans and belt, then drew a finger through her slit. “I’ll be inside you the rest of the day.” Then he placed a kiss on her ass cheek and pulled her dress back into place before helping her to stand straight.
With a hand curled around the back of her neck, he turned her to face him and dipped his head to meet her eyes. Her expression was soft from satisfaction.
“If you want to call me Sir for the rest of the day, I won’t hate it, but I wouldn’t suggest it,” he teased.
She grinned and shrugged. “Some people would only think I forgot your name.”
“And some others would know the meaning.” Especially at a resort designed for sexual encounters. “We didn’t have enough time for me to eat your cunt. Can I make it up to you later?”
He wanted to make up for the last eight months of not seeing her, except for a few moments here and there around town.
She reached up and cupped his cheek. “It doesn’t have to be quid pro quo, Ford. You know that. It’s never been like that with us.”
“But I want to bury my face between your thighs.”
She gave him a sly smile and wiggled her eyebrows. “Before or after I clean myself out?”
She might not know all of his tastes, but she knew enough. “Whatever you prefer.”
He definitely had decisions to make when it came to this woman. He didn’t want to lose her to anyone else.
She tapped his cheek and laughed softly. “You’re a naughty boy, Ford Harris.”
One side of his mouth pulled up. “And that’s why you keep coming back for more.”