Chapter 11 Hope
HOPE
Song: Body like a Back Road by Sam Hunt
…a chant, a mantra, a prayer
As the truck bumped along the dirt path through the peach orchard, a flutter of excitement shivered in my chest. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the trees, and the scent of peach blossoms and early fruit wafted through the air, intoxicating and sweet.
Inside the truck, music played softly from the radio while Justice kept his hand on my thigh, circling tiny designs around my overly sensitive skin. Each teasing touch stoked my desire, building up my aching need.
Justice pulled the truck into a secluded spot at the rear of the orchard and cut the engine. The quiet descended, and the sounds of the night drifted through the windows of the cab—crickets and rustling leaves, the river bubbling over water worn stones, and the occasional call from a night bird.
“Give me a second,” Justice whispered, brushing a kiss over my temple. He exited the truck, leaving the door open to allow the cool night air to brush against my over-sensitive skin.
I heard him moving around the bed of the truck before he returned to take my hand and help me down.
“I hope this is okay.”
Justice had laid out a soft camp mattress with blankets and pillows, a mosquito net had been propped above it, protecting us from bugs.
“This is beautiful,” I whispered. “I can’t believe you planned this.”
“Never underestimate a man with a truck.”
I grinned as he helped me up and followed me onto the mattress. He pulled me close, settling us down as the breeze danced over our skin and the stars twinkled above us.
I snuggled into him, tracing random patterns across his chest.
“It’s been a long time since I watched the stars.”
I tilted my head back to look up at him. “Why?”
His lips quirked. “Some would say I’m too busy trying to be a star to care about those in the sky.”
“I’m not interested in what ‘some’ would say. I want to know what you would say.”
He cupped my cheek, capturing my lips in a tender kiss.
“That I was waiting for a woman to teach me how to slow down and appreciate the night sky once more.”
I melted against him, my lips finding his again and again. Our kisses were slow at first, and achingly gentle. His hands began to stroke over my body, soothing and exciting in equal measure.
Together under the stars and fireflies we built our own little world filled with passion and heat, laughter and desire.
Desperation built between us until I begged, gasping my need between heady, filthy kisses.
“Slow,” Justice murmured as I kicked off my underwear and reached for him. “We have all the time in the world.”
I bit my lip to keep from admitting how long I’d needed this. How long I’d wanted him.
“Besides.” He flicked his tongue over my nipple then blew a cool line of air over the sensitive skin. “I want to see exactly how far you’ll go.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, arching up to thrust my breast more fully in his face.
“You said those books are a good insight into what you like.” He lifted his head, his gaze finding mine in the dark. “I want to see just how much you like what you read.”
My confession fluttered on the tip of my tongue. I wanted to admit my sin to him, to tell him my dirty little secret about all the fantasies I’d turned into stories.
But the impulse died a quick death when his fingers stroked between my legs.
“Turn around.”
He helped me onto all fours, my head facing the river while Justice settled behind me. For a beat I felt vulnerable and exposed until Justice’s hands teased across my back and up to gather my hair in one fist.
He tugged gently, tilting my head back. “Count for me.”
“Count?” I asked, arching my ass up toward him.
“Yes.” He sounded rough and slightly on edge, but there remained a promise of pleasure in his tone that made my breath catch in my throat.
I tried to nod but his steady grip on my hair held me in place, the slight pain that came from the movement lending a dark edge to our play.
“One.”
The fingers of his free hand traced softly down my spine, his feather-light touch sending shivers across my skin.
“Two.”
I gasped as he leaned over me and gently licked my earlobe. His growl of pleasure included a hint of a warning when my voice faltered.
“Three.”
His free hand slapped against my ass, the sound shocking and strangely erotic. I found myself sinking into the heat his palm had left on my skin, relishing the way he soothed my stinging ass.
“Four.”
He moved me suddenly, deserting my body. I made to look behind me but one of his hands squeezed the back of my neck, holding me in place.
The night sounds wrapped around us as the cool breeze tickled my skin. I waited, straining to hear what he was doing, desperate to understand what he wanted.
“Five.”
With a slow, powerful thrust that ripped a scream of pleasure from my lips, Justice entered me. He held me still, forcing me to yield to his vicious need as he thrust violently into my body.
I loved it. I loved that he’d taken every single fantasy I’d ever had and distilled it down to this moment. I wanted more. I needed more.
I needed him.
Begging and cursing, I tried to move, tried to force myself back and onto him, to meet his thrusts with some of my own.
He refused to allow me an inch, forcing me to take whatever he felt content to give.
“Please, please, please, please.” The word became a chant, a mantra, a prayer.
Justice picked up his pace, his big body dwarfing mine as he guided me into madness. Need rode us hard until my orgasm crashed over me, exploding my world into a million different sensations, each deliciously balanced upon the tipping point of pleasure and pain.
Even as I came down, Justice didn’t release me. Instead, he shifted, moving in front of me until all I could see was him and his cock.
“See all that pretty wet on me, baby?” he asked, gripping my chin as he traced his cock across my lips. “That’s you, pretty girl. That’s all you and your greedy fucking pussy.”
Said body part clenched, a new ache igniting in my belly.
“Suck me clean, Hope. Lick your cream off me.”
I groaned and opened my mouth to take him.