Chapter 38
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Asher
Moving like a man on a mission, I lead Kat toward the back of the barn, my hand wrapped gently around her wrist. I scan the large, darkened space as we go, making sure no one is paying attention to us—which they aren’t, thank fuck.
In a shadowy area at the back of the barn, tucked behind some equipment and stacks of folding chairs, there’s a wooden ladder leading up to the hay loft. The space above is dim, tucked away from the main floor. Perfect for what I have in mind.
I tilt my head toward it, my voice low. “Up.”
Kat hesitates, looking between me and the ladder.
Her cheeks are flushed, arousal gleaming in those gorgeous green eyes.
Then she smiles, something mischievous and daring in her expression, and starts climbing.
She’s careful of her injured palm on the rungs, and I follow right behind her, close enough to catch her if she slips.
We get up to the loft without being spotted by anyone, as far as I can tell, and I realize that the space is even more secluded than I expected.
It’s dark and still up here, lit only by a small window at the far end, with hay bales stacked around creating natural walls and barriers.
The choir’s voices float up from below, muffled but still audible—which means they’ll also cover any little noises we might make up here.
The moment I’m certain we’re hidden, that no one can see us from below, I pull Kat against me and kiss her hard. She melts into me instantly, her hands clutching at my shirt as I back her toward one of the bigger bales. The hay is scratchy against my palms when I brace myself.
“I want to give you everything you asked for,” I whisper against her mouth before tugging her lower lip lightly between mine. “Every dirty thing you said you want to try back at the cabin.”
My leg slips between hers, her dress making way for her to grind against my thigh, and she hisses out a breath. “Fuck, Asher…”
I can feel the heat of her pussy even through the fabric of her dress and my jeans, can tell she’s already wet for me, and that knowledge goes straight to my cock. I grip her ass hard, both hands digging into the soft flesh, making her grind against my thigh even harder until she whimpers.
The sound is quiet but desperate, and my lips find her ear, nuzzling in her hair.
“We could do it right here. I want to blindfold you like you said. Bend you over this hay bale and fuck your ass.”
She shivers against me, her whole body shuddering in response. But I need more than that. I need to hear her say it.
“Give me your words, bright eyes,” I rasp. “Tell me what you want.”
She draws back to meet my gaze, her eyes hazy with desire, unfocused in that way that tells me she’s already halfway gone. “Please, Asher. Fuck me. I want you to blindfold me. To take my ass. Here. I can’t wait either.”
The raw desperation in her voice goes straight to my cock. I’m so hard it hurts, my shaft pressed tight against my jeans. I kiss her again, slanting my lips against hers. “That’s my perfect, dirty girl. So good for me.”
When I can’t wait any longer, when I’m about to lose what little control I have left, I guide her to the hay bale, turning her around and bending her over it at the perfect angle.
I smooth her hair aside, tucking it over one shoulder, then loosen my tie with deliberate movements, working the knot free.
“Close your eyes.”
She obeys without hesitation. Her lashes flutter closed as she waits.
I slide the silk around her head, making sure it covers her eyes, tying it snug but not too tight. The sight of her like this, flushed and trusting and vulnerable, nearly undoes me.
“How does that feel?” I murmur.
She shifts a little, her hands resting on the hay bale as she turns her head toward my voice. “Everything feels… heightened. Louder, sharper. Like my other senses are trying to compensate.”
“Good.” I trail a hand down the length of her spine, feeling her shiver under my touch. “I want you to feel everything. I’m gonna make this so good for you, bright eyes.”
My hands lift the hem of her dress slowly, exposing her thighs inch by inch. Then her panties. The soft purple fabric is already damp at the crotch, darker where her arousal has soaked through.
“You think you’ll be able to be quiet?” I ask in a low voice, running my fingers along the edge of her panties. “This isn’t like when Daniel came to the house and I told you to scream for me. You don’t want everyone downstairs to know what we’re doing up here, do you?”
She shakes her head quickly, but then whispers, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to be quiet. You make me…”
She trails off, but I know what she means. I smile, remembering how she told me Daniel used to complain about her being too quiet during sex. Now she can’t keep her noises in even when she tries. I fucking love that.
“Don’t worry, baby.” I press a kiss to her shoulder. “I’ve got you. I’ll take care of it.”
I slip her panties down her legs, the fabric warm from her body. Then I hold them up where I know she can sense them even though she can’t see.
“Open your mouth,” I order softly.
Her throat works as she swallows, and then she drops her jaw open obediently. I tuck the panties between her lips, and she closes her mouth around the fabric so that it will muffle any sounds she might make.
She whimpers around the makeshift gag, her hips shifting, clearly liking this. My cock pulses, precum already leaking from the tip as I gaze down at her.
“That’s perfect. So good for me.”
Moving slowly to give her a chance to really feel everything, I slide my fingers between her folds from behind, exploring her slick pussy, teasing her clit to get her even wetter. Her arousal coats my hand, soaking my fingers.
Once I’m sure that she’s turned on enough to be ready for the next step, I use that wetness to work one finger into her tight back entrance, pressing slowly against the resistance there.
She stiffens at first, her whole body going tense, then gradually relaxes as I murmur encouragement, keeping my movements slow and steady. “Fuck, your ass is so good. Can’t wait to be inside you. You’re doing amazing, baby. Just relax for me. You like this?”
She nods, her body starting to accept the intrusion as the initial nerves pass. After a few more minutes, she starts to push back into my touch, seeking more, silently begging for it.
I groan at her eagerness. “I know, bright eyes. But I’ve got to take my time getting you ready. Your ass is so tight.” I work my finger deeper, twisting slightly, feeling her muscles flutter around me. “Can you take another? Do you want more?”
She nods eagerly, pushing back harder.
I work two fingers in, stretching her carefully—taking my time even though I’m dying to be inside her, my cock throbbing with the need to replace my fingers.
She trembles, her hands gripping the hay for balance. I palm my cock with my free hand, squeezing through my jeans, trying to get a little relief from the pressure. I’m so hard it’s actually painful, tension gathered at the base of my spine.
When I work in a third finger, scissoring them to stretch her wider, she cries out softly against the gag, her body arching back toward me, pressing into my hand.
I’m so turned on I can barely think straight, but I hold back, forcing myself to be patient. Easing her open until I’m sure she’s ready, until her body is relaxed and accepting.
Finally, I withdraw my hands. She whimpers around the gag, the sound needy and desperate.
“You’ll get more soon,” I whisper, my voice strained. “I’m gonna give you exactly what you need. Everything you asked for.”
I work my pants open with shaking hands, shoving my jeans and boxers down just enough to free my cock as cool air hits my heated skin.
I slide into her pussy first, slicking myself with her arousal.
She’s so wet for me that I press in easily, and I thrust a few times, coating my cock thoroughly.
The feeling of being inside her, even just like this, makes me groan.
Then I draw out and press against her other entrance, the tight ring of muscle.
“It’s going to be intense,” I warn. “I’ll go slow. Tell me if you need me to stop.”
But she shakes her head urgently, pushing back against me. Trying to take me inside already, begging for more without words.
Fuck. So much for slow.
I push forward a few inches at a time, groaning at the almost unbearable tightness. Her ass is gripping me so hard I can barely move. Every muscle in my body strains with the effort of holding back, of not just slamming into her the way every instinct is screaming at me to do.
Kat’s muffled noises are absorbed by the gag, keeping us quiet even though I can hear the neediness in them. She arches her back as her body opens for me bit by bit.
Finally, after what feels like forever, I’m fully seated inside her, buried to the hilt in her ass.
We both go still, panting hard. The sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt, almost too much. She’s so tight around me that I can feel every flutter of her muscles, every small adjustment her body makes.
I lean over her, pressing my chest against her back. “I’ve never felt anything this good,” I breathe. “I wish you could see what I see, bright eyes. Your ass is pure sin.”
She whimpers around the gag, her hips shifting slightly.
Rather than moving yet, I reach around to work her clit again, getting her more worked up, building her pleasure. My fingers circle and stroke, finding the rhythm I know she likes before I finally begin to move in slow, controlled thrusts.
“I’m not gonna last long,” I admit in a strained voice. “Your ass is choking my cock. So damn tight, like a vise. I can barely move.”
She nods, as if she’s almost as far gone as I am, and my thrusts start to build despite my attempts to stay controlled. Both of us are moving more wildly, pushing toward the edge. She shudders against the hay bale, muffled sounds escaping around the gag as she gets close.
I’m close too, embarrassingly close already. But I grit my teeth, holding back, wanting her to come first.
Trying to tune in to the music downstairs, I shift my focus a little to pay attention to the song. If I’m right about this particular carol, they’re nearing the crescendo at the end.
“Wait,” I whisper in Kat’s ear as our bodies move together. “Not yet. Hold on for me. Not yet.”
She makes a desperate sound, her legs shaking, her heart pounding against my chest.
Then the music swells at the climax of the carol, the singers hitting their highest notes. The sound fills the barn.
“Now,” I growl. “Let go now. Come for me.”
Her ass pulses rhythmically around me, clenching so hard it makes me grunt softly.
Muffled cries get caught up in the panties in her mouth, absorbed by the fabric as her orgasm sweeps her away.
I thrust hard a few more times, burying myself as deep as I can go.
Then I come hard too, harder than I think I ever have.
My cock pulses over and over as I empty myself in her ass.
We stay pressed together as the pleasure peaks and finally starts to wane, our hearts crashing wildly until I can’t tell which beats belong to me and which ones are hers. Applause rises up from the crowd below, the crowd clapping heartily for the choir.
I slowly pull free, turned on all over again by the sight of my cum spilling from her ass. It’s almost as hot as seeing it leak out of her pussy, filthy and beautiful at the same time.
I push it back in with my fingers, making her whimper and jerk as I murmur, “Your ass took my cock so well, baby. And takes my cum even better.”
She shivers, another plaintive whimper getting caught in her throat.
I ease her upright carefully, supporting her weight as I untie the blindfold and pull the panties from her mouth. Her flushed, dazed expression nearly undoes me again. Her eyes are unfocused, her lips swollen, and she looks so thoroughly fucked that all I can think of is doing it all over again.
I kiss her, framing her face with my hands, brushing her hair back from where little tendrils have stuck to her forehead. When we separate, I look at her carefully, studying her expression to be sure she’s okay. That was a lot, especially for her first time.
“How are you?” I ask.
She laughs, the sound a little shaky. “I feel amazing. And totally debauched.”
I grin, winking. “Good. That was the goal.”
We straighten our clothes, taking our time. I smooth down her dress and help fix her hair, then we pick bits of hay off each other, making ourselves presentable before climbing back down the ladder.
Hand in hand, we make our way back to our seats, slipping in as quietly as we can while the choir is between songs. We watch the remainder of the performance, and Kat looks flushed and happy as she watches the singers. Her hand stays in mine the whole time.
I can’t stop myself from glancing over at her, watching the way the dim light catches in her hair, the satisfied curve of her lips.
Something shifts in my chest as I look at her.
I’ve been so busy dealing with the practical aspects of my offer from the Aces over the past few days that I haven’t had time to sit down and truly process the fact that this thing between me and Kat is supposed to be ending soon.
Haven’t had the space to be really honest with myself about how I feel about that.
But looking at her now, sitting beside me with probably still some hay in her hair despite our attempts to clean up, I can’t deny the truth anymore.
I’m still not sure I can be what she needs. Still not sure I’m cut out for real relationships, since I’m pretty convinced I’m broken when it comes to love. That something fundamental is missing in me, some ability to trust and commit that other people have.
But I also know, with growing certainty, that I can’t stand to let her go.