Chapter Seven
Packing the thermoses in the picnic basket from Mom, I keep looking at my watch. I don’t want Jaycob to come home and see any part of what I’m planning for him.
He was promoted to Ranch Foreman last week while I was busy with finals and we didn’t get to celebrate him. So tonight I intend to do just that.
I’ve packed one of his favorite dinners, chili made with steak and jalapeno cornbread. Even some red velvet cupcakes for dessert with a little extra icing on the side for something a little sweeter than the dessert.
The thought makes me laugh. He’s always shutting down anything spicy I suggest because he wants my first time to be special. But after the last six months of him torturing me with everything but sex, I don’t care where it happens. I just want it to happen. With him.
Just as I’m folding up the blanket and packing it into the bag with the cooler, Jaycob’s truck pulls up outside the house.
He stops at the door on the porch, kicking his shoes off. But when I don’t hear him coming in, I open the front door to see what he’s doing.
There on the front porch, Jaycob is stripping down to his underwear. Unfortunately, it’s not for me. I see the dried mud caking off his clothes as he strips them.
“Sorry. It was a rough day with the foals.” He leaves his clothes in a pile on the porch.
“I can see that. We don’t have to do anything tonight if you don’t want to.” That would suck, but I don’t want to force him to go anywhere if he’s tired.
His eyes track through the kitchen to the cooler and bag I have packed on the counter, then over to me in the yellow sundress I’m wearing.
“I don’t think so. I just need a quick shower, then I’ll be ready as ever to spend my night with you.” He drops a kiss to my forehead before taking off to shower.
Lugging the cooler out to the four-wheeler, I strap it all down on the back. I’ll have to convince Jaycob to not throttle it up to the cabin, but hopefully if he knows there might be cupcakes he’ll listen.
By the time everything is loaded down he’s already back in the kitchen wearing a pair of sweatpants and a black tee with his damp hair sticking up.
“I know that you’re in a sundress and all, but can I wear sweatpants? We’re not doing anything fancy are we?”
“If I have my way, it won’t even matter what you’re wearing because you won’t be wearing it at all.” I smirk at him.
Pulling me into him, he lets his gaze drift from my cleavage to my eyes. “Is that so? This whole picnic and surprise you have planned for me is just to get my pants off?”
“Well. Not just to get your pants off. I made some of your favorites to help you celebrate your promotion, and then I have…” I pull the top of my dress down just a bit to show the muted orange strappy bra. “A little something for you to unwrap.”
He nips at my shoulder where the strap ties for the bra. “Are you sure we have to go anywhere? I’d be happy to unwrap you right here in the kitchen.”
“I’m sure. And I want more this time.” I swallow hard, nervous to tell him what I really want tonight. “I want all of you.”
He stills against my body. “Reeces Pieces. I know you do. But—”
“No buts. We did your timeline this whole time, and I know you’re it for me, Jaycob. I love you. And I want you, every part of you. Please stop telling me there needs to be a better time.”
He pulls me flush against him, kissing me. “I love you, too.” He peppers my face with little kisses. “Let’s go celebrate.”
While Jaycob adds another log onto the fire, I pull the cupcakes out of the basket.
When he joins me back on the blanket, I settle into his lap, straddling his legs so I’m facing him with the cupcake in my hand. I hold it out for him to take a bite.
“Mmm, you know red velvet is my favorite.” He mumbles around his mouthful of sticky frosting.
A slow smile spreads as I see the blob of cream cheese sitting on his lip. Leaning down, I lick it from his lips. “I think it’s my favorite too.”
His hands roam over my back, slipping the straps and my sweater over my shoulder. Warm lips trail kisses along my shoulder and up my neck. I grind over his hardening dick, desperate for more.
“Jaycob, I’m so ready for you. Please,” I beg.
He flips us over so he hovers above me. “You want me, Reeces Pieces? Want my cock to fill you up?”
I whimper at his words.
He kisses down my body before disappearing under my sundress.
“Fucking hell. Crotchless panties?” He pops back out from under the fabric, his shaggy hair a disheveled mess already.
Giggling, I answer him. “The bra matches.”
The dress’s small buttons along the front are ripped open, flying in all different directions. Fuck. I knew this dress was perfect.
Leaning back on his heels he bites his knuckle. “Goddamn.”
This set seems to do the trick because he all but attacks me. His kiss is frantic and needy as our tongues tangle and his hands grip tightly at my wrists, holding them over my head.
“You. Have. Too. Many. Clothes.” I get out in between kisses.
“I want to show you the love you deserve, Reeces Pieces, but I really want to just take you here and now. Fill you with my cock and hear you scream my name.”
“Yes. Do it.” I raise my hips trying to get friction that he’s withholding.
Leaning back on his heels again he pulls the shirt over his head with one hand, and abruptly stands, ripping his sweatpants down his legs before joining me again.
“Is that good enough for you?”
He doesn’t let me answer though before he pushes the tip of his cock inside me. Slowly, every agonizing move giving me more of what I want, pushing me to my limit of feeling full.
“Oh, God, Jaycob.” I dig my nails into his back, leaving my mark.
“Is it too much? I never want to hurt you.” He swipes a piece of hair off my forehead, leaving a gentle kiss in its place.
“No. It’s… perfect. I want… I need…” I don’t know what the hell I need.
“You need me to get that pussy ready so you can ride me. You need me to touch you.” His fingers pinch at my clit. “Like that. And kiss this spot you love so much.” He leans back down kissing my neck, circling my clit and pushing deeper inside.
“Shit. All of that. More of that, now,” I plead.
He finally pulls back out only to slide in faster, over and over. “You’re so tight, Reece. God, it feels so fucking good the way you squeeze my cock.”
“I… I want to ride you,” I admit hesitantly. There’s something about sitting on top of his cock that makes me feel a little less confident than I did when he ripped off my dress.
“Your wish is my command, gorgeous.” Rolling off me, he balls up his tee to put behind his back against the log, then holds his arms out, welcoming me to sit on his lap.
I straddle him again, the length of him pressed against me. All I need to do is rub my pussy a little to get the feeling I’m chasing.
He taps my thigh. “Lift up a little.” When I do he guides himself into me, leaving his hand to play with my clit.
“You can glide back and forth.” Using his free hand he pushes my hip and I moan at the contact.
“Or you can bounce up and down letting those glorious tits hit my face.” He lifts me up by tapping on my ass cheek.
Leaning forward he takes my nipple in his mouth, sucking it until it’s peaked. “I personally prefer option two.” He smirks at me.
Bracing my hands on his shoulders he continues his lazy movements with my clit and grips my hip tightly with his free hand. I lean forward so my breasts are closer to his face before I choose option two. His hands leaving to hold both my boobs to his mouth, alternating his attention.
There’s so many fucking sensations I don’t know which one to focus on.
“Jaycob. I’m going to come. Come with me.”
He looks up at me. “I don’t have a condom.”
“Front pocket. Cooler. Prepared.” I pant out with heavy breath.
“You’re fucking amazing.” He smashes his lips to mine before leaning over to grab the condom.
Pulling my body off his I let him sheath himself before slamming back down. Only this time he sits up, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight against his body.
The sensation is different. Not Jaycob. And I make a mental note to get on birth control.
He growls out, “So close, Reeces Pieces. I need you to come. Squeeze my cock.”
A slap to my ass sends me over the edge as I scream his name to the stars.
We both collapse onto the blanket. Our breaths coming out in harsh pants.
“That was the best thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.” He laughs.
“Having sex with me?”
“No, Reece. Making love to you while you scream my name out here under a full moon.”
I snuggle in close to his side. I’d say I got pretty fucking lucky.
And the wait was definitely worth it.