Chapter Ten #2
The kid just stares, playing dumb, like he didn’t just eye fuck my girl and glance at me like she could do better.
“Nothing, dude.” The kid tosses up his hands as though I’m crazy and keeps walking.
Ivy glances up at me, a smirk on her face. “What was that about?”
“He was looking at you.”
“Looking at me?” She scrunches up her nose. “Are men not allowed to look at me anymore?”
“No. You’re mine. You’re mine and I need everyone to know it.” Whatever obsession I had before is stronger now, more electrified, animalistic, feral, primal, possessive. I need everyone to know where she belongs, at all costs.
The bell above the door to the hardware store rings as we step inside and Ivy runs straight to the back toward the enclosure of chickens and ducks set low in feed bins with lights hanging over head.
It takes me a second to catch up, but even from a few feet away, I hear her squeals and watch the tiny little jumps she makes, her breasts bouncing up and down as she moves.
Fuck. I’m going to explode.
“What do you like, trouble? If you don’t like these, I can take you down to a farmer I know. He’s usually got chicks.”
“I don’t know,” she says quickly as she circles the bins, studying each chicken.
“I’ve done a ton of research on Easter-eggers, you know the ones that lay the pretty jewel-toned eggs, but I’m thinking about some of these too.
” She nods down at the Leghorns. “We could have a bunch of different varieties. I could—”
She stops herself and stares down at her boots, a sad disappointed look on her face.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I land my hand on her shoulder and massage gently. “You can have whatever you want. Hell, I’ll buy you every chicken in the place. I was going to have you pick out a coop next.”
Her baby blues draw up, watering a little. “I can’t let you do that, Ryker. This is all so expensive and I still don’t have land to put them on.” She wipes her eyes. “It’s fun to look, though.”
“Maybe I wasn’t clear earlier,” I say, kissing the wetness on her cheek away. “You’re mine and I’ll take care of you, so you get what you want. The coop is going on my land, the chickens are going on my land, and you… you’re going on my land.”
She hisses out some kind of sound I don’t recognize then glances down at the chickens again. “But what about Benny? We don’t know what we’re messing with. What if things don’t work out between us?”
“Look,” I groan, my hands on the sides of her face, “I can’t pretend like I’m not in love with you.
I can’t pretend like I don’t want to bend you over every ten minutes and fill you up.
I can’t pretend I don’t want a life where you and all your dreams are in it.
Benny is going to have to get used to the idea.
That’s that.” I kiss the tip of her nose and turn her back toward the chickens.
“I love you, now pick which ones you want. We’ve got a coop to fill. ”
She twists back toward me, a soft smile on her face. “You really love me?”
“Yes,” I grin and lean into her lips, “I really love you. I’ve really loved you for a really long time.”
“Even before you were supposed to?” She bounces on the tips of her toes as she speaks.
“Way before I was supposed to.” I kiss her head and twist her back toward the chickens before my cock grows hard again. “Now pick out your chickens.”
She’s shy for a few minutes, wandering around the enclosure slowly.
I watch her mind move, watch her debate things I’m sure have to do with us and what this all means, but then I see the smile lift onto her face as she glances up at me.
“Okay! I’ll take the Easter-eggers and the Leghorns. Maybe a few ducks too… for the pond.”
I nod once and feel the ache in my cock as she accepts the life I’m offering. “Good girl. Now go back to the bathroom and wait for me. I’m going to have this kid load up my truck.”
“Why would I go to the bathroom?” She narrows her gaze.
I brush my hand against her chin. “Because I’m going to fuck you hard.”
Her thighs squeeze together instinctively as she stares up at me, bouncing on the tips of those toes again.
Fuck. That little, titty bounce thing is killing me.
“Go,” I growl. “I’ll be back there in a second.”
With a grin, she twists back toward the bathroom, and I head toward the register, though I’m not sure I’m going to last the five minutes it takes to order these things.
My chest is squeezing, my balls are tight, and the kid behind the counter is slow as fuck, noting everything I’m requesting by hand. In the city, we’d have this run through in twenty seconds. This kid is writing the word chicken twenty times over.
With a grunt, I grab the paper from his hand and jot down the order myself.
“My truck is parked down the sidewalk. A black Silverado 2500.” I jot the license plate down as well so there’s no confusion.
“I’ll also take the biggest coop you have.
” I slide my credit card across the table.
“Leave the card on the counter here when you’re done ringing me up.
I gotta take a piss like you wouldn’t believe. ”
The kid laughs and rattles on about when he was in line at the market and had to take a giant piss, but I don’t stay to hear it. I turn back toward the bathroom, push open the door, and press my girl against the back wall, my hand around her neck, the other up her shirt against her full tit.
Fuck!
My cock presses at my zipper, and though I want to go slow and take her all in, this need to fuck, urgent. This need to claim her, critical.
“Tell me you need my cock.”
“I’ve been thinking about you all morning,” she pants as she tugs her leggings to the ground, exposing her swollen pink pussy.
Good God.
I palm over her soft seam and slide a finger against her swollen clit, rubbing circles with my thumb. “Yeah? What do you think about, pretty girl?”
“I like the way you make your demands,” she says, her voice turning breathy as she fumbles with my belt and unbuckles my jeans. “I like the way you make me feel wanted.”
“Oh, I fucking want you.” I grit my teeth and turn her around, bending her over the sink before sliding my hard cock into her tiny, little pussy with one hard shove. “You belong to me, girl.”
My jeans are still at my ankles as I grip her soft hips and thrust inside of her.
Fuck, she feels good. I push in deeper and growl out as her pussy clenches down on my cock.
“Oh my God, I’m so close. I’m gonna come,” she pants as I bounce her back and forth against my hard dick.
“Good girl. Come for me. Soak my fucking cock. Soak it hard.”
I thrust into her rougher, and a moment later she comes, screaming out my name like some filthy little promise. “Ryker… oh God… yes!”
The sweet breathy sounds of her voice are the last piece of this two-minute puzzle. I slam into her harder and unload.
“Fuck!” I groan loudly as she convulses against my cock, her pussy squeezing down harder and harder, holding me inside of her as I thrust out the last bit of come.
“You’re so big!” She grins in the mirror and collapses a little against the porcelain sink. “You’re so, so big.”
I lean in and bite the back of her neck, growling low as I hold her stomach tight, keeping us suctioned together.
“And you’re so fucking tight. I need a favor now. Can you do me a favor, sweet girl?”
She blinks up at me in the mirror. “Yeah, whatever you want.”
“I need you to bend down on those knees again and clean my cock off. Can you do that for me?”
She nods slowly and bites back a grin as I drop my shirt to the ground for her to kneel onto.
Fuck, I don’t want to pull out of her tightness, but I do want to see her on her knees again. I need to feel her warm mouth on my cock, licking me clean.
Tilting forward, she pulls me out and turns back, bending to her knees with urgency, as though she somehow knows my cock is aching to be warm again. Eyes on me, she takes hold of my shaft and slides me into her throat, tongue flat and twisting as she sucks and licks until I’m sparkling.
I rub my fingertips through her silky hair. “Good girl. Fuck, you’re a good girl.”
Her tongue circles the tip, and for a moment she pauses, suckling as though she’s drinking from a straw, desperate to get the last bits of my milkshake up from the bottom.
My face heats as I stare down at this blonde-haired beauty. This tight, young, gorgeous girl who’s bowed before me. I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve her, but fuck if I’m giving her up.
She twists her tongue around my cock one final time, then pulls off with a pop that makes my balls tighten again.
Fuck, maybe there’s no reason to stop fucking her.
Reaching for her hands, I help her up and tug up my jeans before dressing her. “Sorry, I was such an animal there. I’m sure there are much nicer places to fuck than the bathroom stall at the farm store.”
She smiles. “I kinda thought it was perfect. I like when you want me like that. It felt so… raw. Like you had to have me.”
“I do have to have you,” I say, brushing back her hair. “I have to have all of you. You’re so perfect. The way you laugh, the way you cry, the way you talk. All of you. I can’t get enough. I want to keep you safe, love on you, and fuck you hard. I’m fucking obsessed.”
Why are my balls drawing up again?
I realize now I’ve left marks on her skin from where I’ve tugged and pulled. My finger traces the mark on her neck. “Jesus, I’m sorry. Does this hurt?”
She turns and looks in the mirror, the shape of my fingers red on her soft skin. “No. Not at all.” A grin takes over as she tugs down her shirt slightly, showing off bite marks on her shoulder. “This one does, though.”
“Oh fuck. When did I do that?”
“Just now. You bit down on my shoulder as you came. I loved it! I love your marks all over, Ryker! Don’t ever stop!”
I don’t even recall that bite, that’s how out of body I am with her. It’s like another part of me takes over.
Growling, I lift her up again and set her on the edge of the sink, kissing, licking, nibbling her breasts for who knows how long before we hear a knock at the door.
“It’s an emergency!” a woman announces. “I really have to go!”
Ivy grins up at me before tugging her shirt back into place. “We should let her in.”
“I don’t wanna.” I grin and nuzzle into her neck again. “Let’s stay here and let her assume we’re having some kind of terrible stomach problem. People are forgiving of stomach problems.”
She rolls her eyes and kisses the tip of my nose before hopping down off the sink. “You’re ridiculous. Let’s go.”
What is it about this girl? I want her every second of the day.
Before Ivy opens the door, she turns back, lands a kiss on my lips, and grins. It’s a very stark contrast to the grimace of confusion and horror we get from the elderly woman on the other side of the door.
We smile, nod, and walk straight past.
I don’t think I’ve felt this alive since I was a teenager, when a buddy and I got caught with a few beers down by the riverbed. We were way too young to drink, and the cops weren’t up for the chase we gave them.
Ivy and I are criminals. That’s what we are. Two people doing something they shouldn’t do. Two people playing with fire. Two people refusing to let go, no matter the consequences.