19. Dakota
Chapter 19
Dakota
P reparing the ranch for the investors was exhausting. However, it would’ve been a lot worse if Lucas and Beau hadn’t donated their ranch hands to help us get everything ready. In the first day alone, we cleaned up the barn, mucked out all the horse stalls, and got the cattle moved to the pasture closest to the house. I hoped that might give the illusion that the Baker’s owned more cattle than they did. The last thing on the list was brushing down the horses and feeding everyone. Thanks to Beau, the latter was quite a feast and the best barbecue I’d ever had.
Dirty and exhausted, I waved to everyone as they pulled out of the driveway, leaving me, Logan, and my mom standing there in the dust.
“Well,” she said, clapping her hands together. “I don’t know about you boys, but I’m gonna go draw a bath and have a glass of wine. It’s been a long day.” She patted me on the shoulder. “You two should get cleaned up and get to bed.”
“Yeah,” I nodded.
With a small wave, she headed back toward the house. I expected Logan to follow her, but he stayed by my side.
“Something wrong?” I asked, reaching for his hand.
He shook his head. “No. Just tired.” There was a slight pause. “And the water heater in the house isn’t going to survive filling that bathtub and a shower.” He glanced up at me, a smirk on his face. “Can I shower with you?”
His words sent a jolt through my body that settled squarely in my groin, my jeans growing tight instantly. “I… uh… I guess.”
“It’s the ecologically responsible option,” he added. “Drought and all that.”
We hadn’t been in a drought for nearly three years.
“Right,” I nodded. “Drought.”
I led Logan to my small cabin, my heart racing with every step. As we entered, I flicked on the lights, casting a warm glow over the modest space. The shower was barely big enough for one person, let alone two grown men, but I wasn’t about to point that out.
“I never get tired of this place,” Logan said, his eyes scanning the room. “It’s so cozy.”
I cleared my throat. “You could live up in that big farmhouse and you like it here?”
Logan reached out, wrapping his arm around my waist. “I like anywhere you are.”
We stood there for a moment, the air thick with anticipation. Finally, Logan broke the silence.
“So, uh, shall we?” He gestured towards the bathroom.
I nodded, unable to find my voice. We moved to the cramped bathroom, our shoulders brushing as we squeezed past each other. The small space was filled with the sound of our breathing and the rustle of clothes as we began to undress.
I couldn’t help but steal glances at Logan as we undressed. His tanned skin glistened with a sheen of sweat from the day’s work, muscles rippling as he pulled his shirt over his head. I quickly averted my eyes, focusing on unbuttoning my own shirt with trembling fingers. I didn’t understand why I was so shy when it came to him. Maybe it was because he was so beautiful or maybe because I liked him more than I wanted to admit.
The shower sputtered to life as Logan turned the knob, steam quickly filling the small space. He stepped in first, and I followed, hyper-aware of how close we were. The warm water cascaded over us, washing away the dust and grime of the day.
“Here,” Logan murmured, reaching for the soap. “Let me get your back.”
His hands, strong yet gentle, moved across my shoulders and down my spine. I shivered despite the heat, leaning into his touch. More than once his fingers dipped low, grazing my ass and making me even harder than I already was. When I turned to face him, our eyes locked and our cocks pressed together. Water droplets clung to his eyelashes and his lips parted slightly, tempting me. I couldn’t resist any longer. I leaned in, pressing my lips to his in a passionate kiss. Logan responded immediately, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer.
Our bodies slid together under the warm spray of water, soap making our skin slippery. Logan’s hands roamed over my back and down to my ass, squeezing gently. I moaned into his mouth, my hips jerking forward instinctively.
“God, I’ve wanted this all day,” Logan breathed against my lips.
“Me too,” I admitted, trailing kisses along his jaw.
“Seeing you out there getting all sweaty and worked up… fuck…”
“Is that what does it for you?” I chuckled.
“Anything you do does it for me,” he groaned back, his lips trailing over my clavicle.
We explored each other’s bodies with eager hands and mouths, the small shower stall intensifying every touch. Logan’s fingers wrapped around both our cocks, stroking us together. The sensation was incredible, a familiar tingle building in the base of my balls, and I knew I wouldn’t last long.
“Logan,” I groaned. “I’m… I’m not gonna last.”
“Me either,” he moaned back, stroking us both faster.
The intensity built rapidly, our bodies pressed close in the steamy confines of the shower. Logan’s hand moved faster, his grip tightening just enough to send sparks of pleasure shooting through me. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, muffling my moans against his wet skin.
“Dakota,” Logan gasped, his voice strained. “Look at me.”
I lifted my head, meeting his gaze. His green eyes were dark and hungry, his lips parted as he panted heavily. The sight of him, combined with the delicious friction of his hand, pushed me over the edge.
“Oh god, Logan!” I cried out as I came, my body shuddering against his.
Moments later, Logan followed, groaning my name as he spilled over his hand and our stomachs. We clung to each other, riding out the waves of pleasure as the hot water washed all the evidence away.
“That felt good,” I whispered against his ear. “But… can we… can we try something else?”
“Anything you want.”
I pressed my oversensitive cock against his, never giving it the chance to go soft. “It might be easier in the bed.”
He nodded. “Okay.”
We stumbled out of the shower, barely taking the time to towel off before making our way to the bed. Our lips crashed together again as we fell onto the mattress, hands roaming eagerly over damp skin.
Logan pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine. “What did you have in mind?” he asked, voice husky and low.
I swallowed hard, gathering my courage. “I want you inside me,” I whispered.
His eyes widened, a mix of surprise and desire. “Are you sure? We don’t have to rush?—”
I silenced him with a kiss. “I’m sure. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now.”
A slow smile spread across Logan’s face. “Okay,” he nodded. “Do you have...?”
I reached into the bedside drawer, pulling out a small bottle of lube. Logan’s eyebrows raised slightly at the sight of the lube. “Well, aren’t you prepared,” he teased gently.
I felt my cheeks flush. “I, uh... I may have been hoping for this,” I admitted.
Logan’s smile softened as he leaned in to kiss me tenderly. “I’m glad you were,” he murmured against my lips. “No condom though?”
“I trust you,” I said. “Like you trusted me.”
He moaned softly as his hands roamed my body, caressing and exploring as our kisses deepened. I arched into his touch, craving more. Logan trailed his lips down my neck, across my collarbone, and further south. His tongue swirled around my nipple, eliciting a gasp from me.
“Logan,” I breathed, threading my fingers through his damp hair.
He looked up at me. “Tell me what you want, Dakota,” he said, his voice thick with desire.
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “I want you,” I whispered. “All of you.”
Logan’s eyes darkened further as he nodded, reaching for the bottle of lube. He coated his fingers generously, then gently pushed my legs apart. I felt exposed and vulnerable, but the tender look in Logan’s eyes helped calm my nerves.
“Just relax,” he murmured, circling my tight entrance with a slick finger. “I’ll go slow.”
I nodded, taking a deep breath as Logan slowly pressed a finger inside me. The sensation was strange at first, a slight burn that quickly gave way to pleasure as he moved carefully. Then, dipping his head down, he took my cock into his mouth, lighting up every pleasure center I had.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, my fingers entangling in his hair. “Oh my god…”
Logan just grunted in reply, the vibration making my hips buck. What little burn there was to begin with was completely gone now. With only a finger he was driving me to new heights I didn’t know were possible.
“More,” I gasped after a few moments, pushing back against his hand.
Logan obliged, adding a second finger and then a third, stretching me gently. His free hand stroked my thigh soothingly as he swirled his tongue around my cock.
The dual sensations of Logan’s mouth on my cock and his fingers inside me were overwhelming. I writhed on the bed, gasping and moaning as waves of pleasure coursed through my body.
“Logan,” I panted, tugging gently at his hair. “I’m ready. Please...”
He released my cock with a soft pop, looking up at me with lust-darkened eyes. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice soft but filled with lust.
I nodded emphatically. “Yes. I want you inside me.”
Logan moved up my body, capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it only fueled my desire further. He reached for the lube again, slicking his cock up generously.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured, positioning himself between my legs. “I’m not a monster, but it’s definitely not beginner sized.”
I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. “It’ll be fine,” I begged. “Please… I just need you inside me.”
Logan nodded, positioning himself carefully. I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and I took a deep breath, willing myself to relax. Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to push inside.
The stretch was intense, more than I had anticipated. I gasped, my fingers digging into Logan’s shoulders. He paused immediately, concern etched on his face.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
I nodded, taking a few deep breaths. “Yeah, just... give me a second.”
Logan peppered my face with gentle kisses, murmuring words of encouragement. After a moment, the initial discomfort began to fade, replaced by a feeling of fullness that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
“Okay,” I whispered. “You can move.”
Logan began to push forward again, inch by blissful inch. He moved with exquisite care, easing himself deeper inside me. The initial discomfort gave way to a pleasurable fullness as my body adjusted to his size. The thick head of his cock found several pleasurable spots on its way through, parts of me lighting up that I didn’t know I had. Through it all, his eyes never left mine, watching intently for any sign of pain or hesitation.
“You feel amazing,” he breathed, finally bottoming out. “So tight and hot.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him even closer. “You too,” I gasped. “God, you’re so big.”
We stayed like that for a moment, bodies joined intimately, savoring the connection. Then Logan began to move, pulling out slowly before pushing back in. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure through me, igniting nerves I didn’t even know I had. I wanted more and harder, the lust slowly taking over me.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, arching my back. “That feels so fucking good.”
Encouraged by my response, Logan picked up the pace slightly, giving me exactly what I wanted. His hips snapped forward with more force, driving deeper into me with each thrust. The cabin filled with the sound of our moans and the rhythmic creaking of the bed.
“Dakota,” Logan groaned, his voice turning into a growl. “You feel incredible. So tight... so perfect.”
I could only respond with incoherent noises of pleasure, lost in the sensations coursing through my body. Every thrust sent waves of ecstasy through me, building towards something I could feel was going to be earth-shattering.
Logan shifted slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts. Suddenly, he hit a spot inside me that made me see stars. I cried out, my back arching off the bed.
“There!” I gasped. “Oh god, right there!”
He grinned, focusing his efforts on that spot. His hips pistoned relentlessly, driving into me with precision. Logan’s relentless assault on that sweet spot inside me had me writhing in ecstasy. My fingers clawed at his back, desperate for something to anchor me as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Each thrust sent sparks shooting through my body, building an intense pressure low in my abdomen.
“Logan,” I gasped, barely able to form words. “I’m close... I’m so close...”
He growled in response, his hips snapping forward with even more force. “Cum for me, Dakota,” he panted, his voice rough with exertion. “I want to feel you cum around me.”
His words pushed me over the edge. With a hoarse cry, I came untouched, my release painting our stomachs in hot spurts. My body clenched around Logan’s cock, drawing a deep groan from him.
“Fuck, Dakota,” he moaned, his rhythm faltering as my body clenched around him. “I’m gonna?—”
Logan’s hips stuttered, and he buried himself deep inside me with a guttural groan. I felt the hot pulse of his release, filling me in a way I’d never experienced before, making me feel almost drunk with lust. We clung to each other, bodies trembling with the aftershocks of our shared climax.
For a long moment, we lay there, panting and intertwined. Logan’s weight on top of me was comforting, grounding me as I slowly came back to myself. He peppered my face with soft kisses, murmuring words of affection against my skin.
“That was...” I trailed off, unable to find the right words.
“Yeah,” Logan agreed, a lazy smile spreading across his face. “It was.”
Carefully, he eased out of me, both of us groaning slightly at the loss of contact. Logan rolled to the side, pulling me into his arms. I nestled against his chest, listening to his heartbeat slowly return to normal.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.
I nodded, feeling pleasantly sore and utterly satisfied. “More than okay,” I murmured. “That was... incredible.”
Logan pressed a kiss to my forehead. “It really was,” he agreed. “That was your first time, right?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“Well, you take dick like a champ,” he grinned, kissing my forehead.
We lay there in comfortable silence for a while, basking in the afterglow. The room smelled of sex and sweat, a heady mix that made me feel dizzy with contentment. Outside, I could hear the distant lowing of cattle and the rustle of wind through the trees. It felt surreal, like I was living in one of my teenage fantasies. But it was real, and Logan was right there, his arms wrapped around me.
“Think we need another shower?” he asked, brushing the dark hair out of my face.
I shook my head. “Not yet. I… I like smelling like you.”
He smiled, kissing me once more. “Keep saying stuff like that and you’re gonna make me hard again.”
I glanced up at him, returning the grin. “Promise?”