Chapter 20
Sadie
His warm hands on me feel like a furnace, his lips on the edge of my ear as he nips it lightly, sends a flurry of warmth all over me. I’m sure there’s no place his velvet touch can’t reach, even if he barely has his hands on me.
Dick. You can say it, and it doesn’t bite.
A thrill inside me licks the growing fire at his words. Oh. My. God.
When Zane puts his hands on me, I want to die. He feels so freaking good.
I’ve never done it outdoors, much less in a damn barn, but this is kinda hot. He spins me around, unlatching the next stall over, then whispers. “Don’t want Zeus gettin’ the wrong impression of you.”
I giggle. “We couldn’t have that now, could we?”
It’s darker in here, and away from the open doorway, something I appreciate just in case his dad or Grandpa decides to pop back.
“Stick your ass out,” he tells me, my hands pressed against the wall as his hands move down my sweater to feel and fondle my breasts. “Just like that.”
Holy cow. They aren’t huge by any means, but his hands completely cover them.
I groan, sticking my ass out as I rub against him. He’s hard. Really hard. Holy snap crackles, I wasn’t kidding about the monster in his pants.
For every moan he cups me harder, and I shudder under his touch.
He rubs up against me, and when his hands trail under my sweater, back over my breasts, he suddenly yanks my bra down.
I gasp when he starts to pluck my nipples.
As I tuck my sweater under my armpits, my breasts out on display, Zane whispers.
“That’s it, my dirty little girl, show me those perfect, perky tits. ”
I bite down on my lip, unable to hold in my moan as one of his hands moves up to cup me around my neck. Oh, god yes.
It’s possessive, hot and I can’t get enough. “More,” I cry. “More, Zane.”
He spanks my ass once, twice. “You wear these tight jeans just for me?”
I nod. “Yes, Boss.”
This time I really hear him growl. His hands are at my waist, undoing the button, pulling the zipper down, and I’ve never shrugged my jeans off so fast in my damn life.
This is so hot, it’s ridiculous. I tug my sweater and top over my head in one fell swoop, letting them fall on the hay beneath us.
And now I’m in my bra and panties, my breasts hanging out as Zane whispers in my ear what a bad girl I am.
Oh, he’s got no idea how bad this girl can be.
I reach behind me as he cups me between my legs, and I rub his cock through his jeans. “Fuck,” he mutters. “Oh, baby.”
Baby. Oh, I could get used to any nickname he has for me.
I draw in a breath, his dark, spicy scent with hints of pine, leather and soap invading my senses in the best kind of way. My center throbs, and I take a deep sigh, my breath finding freedom for a second until he kisses the top of my head.
The edges of his fingers find my chin before I can even blink, and he tilts my face up gently to look at him. “You ok, Princess?”
I mash my lips together, trying to steady my racing heart.
I’m not even aware I’m nodding until I see the pull of his wayward smile at one side.
“I’m okay,” I breathe. “You just—you feel so good.” So is the way he presses his hips to mine, and I can feel how hard he is once more.
My throat runs dry at the thought of my own dirty secret I just blurted out coming true: I’ve always had this fantasy about doing it in a barn with a hot lumberjack.
He doesn’t seem to mind my confession, oh no. Not at all.
“You asked me what I wanted to do to you — how about I save time talking about it, and I just show you?”
My pulse thickens as his lips graze my neck when he speaks. The words echo off my hot and bothered skin all while he plucks my nipples. Did someone just turn up the temperature valve in here? “Oh, I’d love that.”
I love how he cages me in, not halting his ministrations for one single second.
“Your body is so perfect,” he mutters. “Look at you, naked in my fucking barn.”
I stick my ass out, wanting him to touch me. I’m practically begging for it.
A strange thought crosses my mind as he holds me tight against him; I feel more at home in his arms than I’ve ever felt.
But how can that be? I don’t even know this man. Even if we have been working closely together, it isn’t as if he’s an open book. Though he did confess to me about his ex that night in the truck.
I guess I never dreamed that I’d be living and working in Alpine Falls full stop, or that I’d ever leave New York, but here we are.
The moment I reached for him, I was doomed. I knew it then. I know it now.
I tilt my head, and our lips connect. I can’t help as my leg hitches up and he catches it with his hand, holding my bent knee as we press our bodies together.
He makes this groan in his throat that I will keep in my memory bank forever.
It’s so raw and guttural and only ignites my throbbing core.
I expected his beard to be scratchy, but it’s not.
A thought of what it would feel like between my legs also popped into my head. I hope I get to find out.
Then I gasp as he cups my mound. One big, huge hand as I rest my head back against his large chest.
He holds me up as I try to stay upright. The man has barely touched me and my legs are all wobbly.
He slowly moves his hand lower, his fingers spreading me wider as I move my legs, accommodating him as I squeeze my eyes closed.
“I wanna feel how wet I’ve made you.”
Oh, my.
He swipes his fingers through my wet heat, and I shudder. “More,” I cry. “More.”
“What are the magic words, Manhattan?”
“P-please?”
He grunts in response, his mouth on my neck as he sucks. I don’t care he’s marking me. I love it. I want it. When he nudges my clit, I cry out his name.
“You’re so close already, aren’t you, beautiful?”
“So close,” I agree. “Z, please.”
“I don’t know. You’ve been struttin’ around here in that sexy ski gear, wavin’ this fine ass under my nose for two weeks.”
“I wasn’t even sure you’d notice,” I gasp.
He chuckles and it feels hot against my skin. I love it. “Oh, I noticed. But I want you screamin’ my name while I eat this sweet pussy, you think you can do that for me, Princess?”
“This can’t be real,” I whisper.
“What?”
“Um, nothing. Y-yes, I’m sure I can, oh god!” I cry out as he inserts one finger inside me and I can’t mistake his guttural groan. This is too much, and now he wants to use his mouth?
He draws his finger out to spin me around, and seeing him fully clothed on his knees before me is so damn fine that I grab his hair in one fist. “You are so damn sexy on your knees, Lawless.”
He grins, “I told you that you wouldn’t freeze this Christmas, didn’t I?”
Then he hikes up one leg, throws it over his shoulder, and leans in to eat me out like a man on a mission.
I gasp. I cry out. I squirm. No man has ever made me feel like this.
Hell, no man has ever gone down on me because all the guys I’ve ever been with ‘don’t like it’.
Yeah, but they’re all happy to expect blowjobs at the ready.
Not Zane. Nope. His tongue strokes my pussy masterfully.
Like he’s enjoying his favorite ice cream.
When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I wail like the barn is on fire, coming so hard that I see stars.
But Zane Lawless isn’t done. Oh, no. He pulls back, spreading me wide, then blows on my bare flesh.
My eyes widen as he grins, lapping at me like a goddamn happy puppy, groaning when he buries his face once more.
When he reinserts his finger inside me and begins to stroke my G-spot, I’m pretty sure the entire town of Alpine Falls hears my screams. But Zane doesn’t let up.
He rides me through another amazing orgasm as I hang on for dear life.
“Naked,” I whisper, breathless. “I need you naked now.”
“Bossy,” he admonishes, looking up at me. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then sets my leg down as he stands. I watch in complete fascination as he shrugs off his jacket, sweater and shirt, then kicks his boots off and unbuckles his belt.
I’m greedy, my hands reaching for him as he lets me take over. Our mouths clash as I fumble with his button and zipper, but I finally get it down, brushing his cock as I yank his jeans down to his knees. I glance down. He has black briefs on and half his dick is sticking out the top.
“A missile,” I confirm.
He chuckles. “He’s a friendly missile, I promise.”
My hands feel their way up his chest. He’s hairy, and I freaking love it. I love every inch of him. I grope the front of his briefs, palming his cock over the material as he whispers, “Fuuuuuuck.”
“I think it’s only fair that I return the favor,” I whisper. “After all, oral skills are my specialty.”
He smirks as I yank his briefs down and he steps out of them, kicking his jeans away.
I stare at every thick inch of him. He’s a sight for sore eyes.
Zane Lawless naked in the middle of this low lit stable.
Holy moly.
“Is that right?”
I nod, dropping to my knees as I grip his huge dick, unable to comprehend how freaking huge this man is, but that doesn’t stop this greedy girl from licking his tip, slowly sucking on him like a sweet cherry. I feel one of his hands reach into my hair as he says, “That’s my good girl.”
It’s all the encouragement I need as I squeeze his cock, loving every groan that comes out of his mouth. And what a sexy mouth he has.
He doesn’t force himself, but his grip in my hair almost sends me over the edge. “Just like that, baby, just like that.”
Before long, I’m taking more of him as I open my mouth wider and he hits the back of my throat. Oh, he is a fucking god alright. I hollow my cheeks, sucking him harder, and then I’m being yanked off him as he pulls me off my feet.
“The first time isn’t gonna be in that pretty mouth,” he tells me. “It’s gonna be in this sweet pussy.”
“Y-yes,” I whisper, sucking on his bottom lip. “We may be needing that hay bale after all.”