34. Dove #2
My own chest heaved as his hands flirted with the backs of my knees, his fingertips trailing over the sensitive skin there. They moved higher, chasing the goose bumps his touch coaxed to life across my skin, until his hands were petting the inside of my thighs.
“I’ve thought about you all damn morning.” Josh’s confession was a gravelly exhale behind my ear. He nuzzled the skin there, biting down softly. I gasped, my hands reaching back for him.
“Put your hands on the steering wheel, Dove,” Josh ordered, punctuated by another stinging nip.
I wanted to argue, but his hands were slowly making their way toward the button of my shorts, and I was afraid he’d stop if I protested. When my hands curled around the sun-warmed rubber, he pressed a soft kiss to the skin he’d abused.
“Good girl.”
I all but melted back into him, his praise a heady rush.
“You’re about all I’ve had to think about”—he continued, his large hand palming my lower belly—“when there’s nothing but miles of boring hay to look at.
” The tips of his fingers slipped under the waist of my shorts, rubbing back and forth along the delicate skin above the fabric of my underwear.
With each swipe, it was like he was creating some sort of charged sexual static that went straight to my clit.
I squirmed in his lap, little movements to encourage him to go lower, and I nearly sobbed in relief when he popped the button of my shorts.
The zipper followed a second later, the sound of it opening swallowed by the muted rumble of the tractors idling engine.
“Josh, maybe you should?—”
My suggestion to shut the tractor off was cut short as his hand slid into my shorts, inciting a gasp from me as his callused hand slipped under denim and cotton to cup me.
“The only thing I should be doing right now is finding out how wet you are for me.”
A moan escaped me, my head falling back onto his shoulder as a finger drifted lower. He didn’t have the best access due to my shorts still being on, but he made it work, rubbing against my slit, teasing me, torturing me.
“Josh, please,” I panted, shifting my hips, hoping he’d get with the picture and give me what I needed.
His other hand came up to thread it’s fingers through my belt loop, stilling me, tightening the fabric around my waist. My neck grew warm where his lips brushed as he denied me.
“I think you can do better, Dove. I don’t just want you wet for me, I want you soaked , so much so that when my fingers fuck you all I hear is the wet slide of them in and out, drowning out the engine. ”
His finger curled, the tip of it slipping inside of me, a filthy tease, and I shuddered.
“But first, we got work to do.”
My head came up to look at him over my shoulder so fast I almost got whiplash. “W-what?”
There was no way Josh was that cruel. He was going to tease me then send me packing so he could go back to harvesting? He hadn’t even eaten the lunch I’d packed him...
“Don’t worry,” Josh comforted, noticing as I tensed, prepared to argue. “I’m not done with you yet. But you wanted to help, didn't you? Best way to learn is with hands-on experience.”
His finger crooked, still barely inside me, and a groan escaped me. I gave my head a quick shake in hopes to clear it, trying to piece together the words he’d just said to me.
“What?” I repeated, dazed and not quite understanding.
He chuckled, his laughter rumbling through my back. “You finish the rest of this field, and you get to finish, Dove. How’s that sound?”
My fingers tightened around the steering wheel as his finger sunk in deeper.
“Josh, I—I don’t think it’s safe to be operating the tractor w-while...”
“While my fingers are deep inside you?” he finished lewdly. “I’ll be right here, Dove. Nothing will go wrong, I promise. Do you remember what I told you to do?”
I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry with nerves as my body teemed with sexual tension.
Was Josh really going to do this while he…
Josh’s thumb gave a teasing brush over my clit, and I gasped.
“Come on, Dove.” His voice was a low coax in my ear, spurring me on. “Show me how well you listen to my instructions, and I’ll show you what a job well done gets you.”
I peered out through the windshield. There was still plenty to do, but most of it was a clear shot. I couldn’t do too much damage going in a straight line, could I?
His finger pumped into me once, twice. “What’s the first thing you do, Dove?”
My thoughts were scattered, and I frantically tried to collect them.
“Release the brake?” I guessed, knowing he’d likely engaged it when he came to a stop.
He agreed with a hum, and I leaned to release the lever, my hips shifting on his lap, causing his finger to move inside me. I ached for more, for him to fill me properly, but I reclined back, waiting for his next instruction.
“Now what?” I asked, not trusting my memory in my current state.
Josh continued to guide me through the steps until the tractor slowly began moving. He kept his feet on the pedals, mine unable to reach them in my position over his lap, so all I had to do was keep my hands on the wheel and my eyes open.
Easier said than done.
As the tractor moved onward, doing its job, desire and satisfaction coalesced into a weird sensation, one spreading through my chest warmly while the other left my lower half burning, yearning for more.
Josh rewarded me by adding another finger, two of them stretching me now, searching inside of me as he mouthed at the sensitive spot on my neck that he knew drove me wild.
I moaned in response, eyes fluttering shut before I caught myself and forced them open again.
The tractor moving across the terrain added a slight movement to the seat, although it was made to absorb the motion so it wasn’t much.
Just subtle enough to have me rocking in his lap.
Or maybe that was all me.
“Josh,” I panted, hands tightening around the steering wheel, resisting the urge to touch him.
“You got this, Dove.” His encouragement was punctuated with a curl of his fingers.
“No,” I keened, shaking. “I don’t. I really don’t, please.”
The tractor crept along, doing its job, while I sat tortured inside its cab, guiding it.
Josh gave a huff of laughter in response, and his pleasure at this whole situation was making itself known along my backside. If I hadn’t been so distracted, I would have used that to my advantage, teasing him like he was teasing me, but I couldn’t think . And that was the whole problem.
I was operating a very large piece of machinery with two fingers plunged deep inside me turning my brain to white noise. This was definitely not in the instruction manual.
“I love when you beg.” He placed a kiss to my jaw. “You're doing great. There’s nothing around us but hay—you’re fine, baby,” he said in a voice that I assumed was meant to reassure me.
I didn’t feel fine. I felt enflamed, ablaze with desire but torn between letting myself be consumed by it and extinguishing it so I could focus on not wrecking the tractor.
When his other hand followed the curve of my body to cup my breast and thumb my nipple, I nearly sobbed. My head flung back into the curve of his shoulder and my back bowed. It forced the palm of his hand down on my clit, and I really did cry out this time, my hips practically humping his hand.
“Fuck,” Josh cursed. “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
His fingers curled deeper inside me, searching.
I moaned when they found the spot they were looking for, my body seizing as they skimmed over it.
My hands curled around the steering wheel so hard they’d begun to ache as he assaulted my G-spot, my hips rocking, my body sweaty from both desire and the heat of the sun streaming in through the cab.
I gave up all hope of staying focused, hoping Josh had enough foresight to tell me if we were about to crash into something because I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore.
His hand migrated from my chest to circle my neck, keeping me glued to him, powerful but not restrictive.
“Please, Josh.” I whimpered. All I wanted was release, the sweet oblivion I knew only he could give me.
“That’s it,” he purred, his fingers pressed to either side of my neck, framing my throat. His other fingers...
A wash of heat flared within me as a faint, obscene sound drifted to my ears.
“That’s how wet I want my girl for me.” He planted kisses along my jaw until he got to my ear. His voice was a slow, syrupy whisper that slid over my skin like honey. “So fucking wet I can hear it.”
He squeezed either side of my neck at the same time his fingers plunged deep inside me one last time and I was gone, detonating in his arms, silently crying out as every single nerve ending in my body coalesced into a giant ball of white-hot pleasure.
I had no idea how long I floated there in the post-orgasm euphoria Josh had given me, but the world slowly came back to me in a serious of sensations.
The sound of the engine that still rumbled on.
The touch of Josh’s fingers sliding out of me.
It wasn’t until I opened my eyes and blinked the interior of the cab back into existence that I fully remembered where I was.
The orgasm Josh had given me had literally bluescreened my mind.
Panic had me jolting back into action still seated in his lap, my spine straightening, my hands flying to the wheel where they’d lost their hold.
Josh’s hands came up to grab mine, rubbing them. They ached slightly where the steering wheel had dug into them from my bruising grip.
“It’s alright,” he soothed. “We’re parked.”
Through the windows of the cab I could see we were still in the middle of the field. I couldn’t imagine we’d gone far while Josh was…
“You did good, Dove.” His praise was a warm blanket over me, even if it was already too hot in this damn tractor to begin with.
“I barely did anything.”