Chapter Fifty-Six
Jo
I nstead of parking the Bronco by the house, he continues driving past the bunkhouse and down one of the larger paths.
The anticipation of what he has planned is making me tingle with excitement.
“Happy Birthday, darlin’.” The path opens up into the wild strawberry field, the deep green vines are dark with the dim light of dusk, and it’s nearly too dark to see.
He parks in the open grassy area where he’s set up a blanket and cooler next to a pile of logs in a makeshift fire pit.
He comes around to open my door and pulls me out and into his chest.
“Don’t worry, this fire will be contained for the entirety of the evening, no threat to life.”
“Thank you for the disclaimer.” I giggle, letting him lead me to the blanket.
He strolls around the fire pit, lighting it and all the candles in small buckets that I couldn’t see.
The citronella smell hits me as he creates a barrier around us to ward off insects.
“I brought wine, but I don’t want you to drink on an empty stomach, so cheese and crackers or a cupcake are your options,” he says, digging through the cooler for his loot.
He’s so casual about it as if this isn’t the grandest romantic gesture that I’ve ever experienced.
“Cheese and crackers, please.”
He doesn’t pour my wine until I’ve started eating, and when he does, he gives himself some too, which surprises me.
He takes a drink and cringes.
“Yeah, no, can’t do it.”
“Doesn’t burn enough?” I laugh as he pours it into my tumbler.
“I only have a sweet tooth for one thing.” He glances at me and smirks at his cheesy joke.
The butterflies in my belly flutter, but there are also nerves, deep down.
“Come here.” He must sense them, pulling me down beside him on the blanket until we’re both staring at the sky, listening to the fire crackle.
“You see that bright star right there?” He points to a star that outshines the ones around it, and I nod against him.
“That’s yours.”
“You’re really laying it on with the sweet comments.”
He chuckles.
“No, I mean it belongs to you.”
“What?”
“I bought it in your name… No matter where you are, you can look up and find your star and know that I’ll be looking at it, too.” He’s looking up at the stars, but I can’t help but stare at him.
“How?”
“Jordy helped me.” He shrugs.
I don’t understand how he thinks I can find anything better than this.
Than him.
The love he gives me defies gravity.
It’s bigger than the universe.
Tonight will be the best night of my life.
Tomorrow morning will be the worst.
He tips his head to look at me, and his brows scrunch.
“Why are you crying?”
“They’re happy tears. This was such a special gift, thank you.” My lips find his, and they don’t relent.
I want to kiss him for all the times he’s made me feel special.
And, beautiful.
Cherished.
Loved.
I want to kiss him for all the time that I’ll miss out on once I leave.
I bite his lip roughly, and he growls, covering my body with his.
He devours me as I open my thighs wide to make room for his hips, and my dress pools at my waist.
The moment his hardness presses against my panties, I’m grinding against it, begging for it.
“You can still change your mind, baby.”
“No. Make love to me, Lochlan. And, then fuck me, all night. Please.” I gasp when he bites my neck, but then he sits up on his knees, leaving me.
He hooks a finger under the strap of my dress and tugs it off my shoulder, exposing my bare breast, and then he does the other, letting the cool night air pebble my nipples tightly.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, filling his palms and grazing his thumbs across my sensitive peaks.
“I wish I had a picture of this, I’ll never be able to capture it perfectly in a drawing.”
“So, take a picture.”
He looks at me curiously until I reach to the edge of the blanket to get the new phone he secured this week.
His eyes darken fiercely .
I have no idea what I truly look like, my hair is probably a mess, and I can feel the heat of the fire against my flushed cheeks, but I know that he loves what he sees, and that’s all I need to know.
He snaps a photo and I know he’s satisfied because I can feel his cock flex against me.
I take his free hand and drag it up my stomach, cupping my breast with it.
“Take another one.”
He shudders a breath, squeezing my soft flesh in his hand and taking another picture.
“One more?” I suggest, pulling his hand higher, sucking his thumb between my lips.
I’m not even sure if he had time to press the button before he throws the phone to the side and attacks, claiming my mouth in a brutal kiss that sends heat coursing through me.
My fingers drag the bottom of his shirt high up on his torso, until they brush across something that’s not on the side that his bruise is on.
“What’s this?” It’s bigger than my hand.
Our noses are touching as he just looks at me, silently.
“Did you get hurt again?” It’s plastic and distinctly bandage feeling.
He kneels again, not saying a word before ripping his shirt off over his head.
“I’m supposed to leave this on but…” He peels the tape off his side, exposing a new tattoo.
I gasp, launching upward to look at it.
It’s…
Me.
The last drawing I saw that he had laid on his nightstand.
It’s simple, only the outlines of my figure, and nothing more graphic.
I’m nude, but it’s not overtly sexual at all; it’s abstract and beautiful .
“Lochlan, I can’t believe…”
“I told you I didn’t want to get rid of you, darlin’. You’re branded on me, now, but you’re already burned into my soul forever.”
“You’re going to make me cry again,” I whisper against his lips, squeezing my eyes shut to ward off the tears.
“Then let me distract you.” He kisses me, pushing my back until I’m lying on the blanket again, and then he slips my dress off my body.
My panties are next, he slowly drags them down my legs, leaving electricity in his wake.
The light of the fire dances across my skin as he stands to remove his pants, his eyes never leaving my naked body.
I’ll never be more confident in any decision than I am giving Lochlan my virginity.
Not because it’s some sanctimonious virtue I’ve been holding onto, but because I’ll never feel safer sharing this vulnerable moment with anyone but him.
His cock stands proudly, and I still can’t fathom how it will fit inside me, but I’m aching to find out.
This time, when he kneels between my legs, a wave of nerves crashes over me.
I expect him to line himself up to take me, but he doesn’t.
He leans over me, kissing me gently, letting his lips trail across my jaw and then down my neck before he pays special attention to my breasts.
I’m so wired by the time his tongue swirls my nipple that I feel an orgasm building.
He bites it gently, and a whimper escapes me.
“Lochlan, please, I feel like I’m on fire…” I mutter, flopping my head to the side when he sucks my second nipple into his mouth.
The faintest brush of anything against my clit is going to send me over –
His middle finger dips into my pussy and when the heel of his hand presses against me, massaging me as he fucks me with his finger, it’s not even a minute before I explode, rocking against his hand as I ride out my orgasm.
“That’s it, baby. Now, give me another one.” His second finger enters me while my pussy is still clenching, making me feel fuller than I’ve ever been.
His fingers curl, rubbing my inner walls until I feel the pressure building again, but from somewhere deeper.
He fucks me with his fingers until my legs are twitching against his body, and then he goes harder, rougher, taking me and stretching me more than he ever has.
He hovers over me, kissing me fiercely as I writhe against his hand.
“You’re doing so good, baby. You’re almost ready to take my cock in your tight little pussy. I just need a little bit more, I need you to be ready for it.”
“I want it, please,” I mumble as he fingers me until my core shakes, and another orgasm rips through me.
“Yes… Fuck yes… You’re so sexy, darlin’.”
My head falls back against the blanket, and I stare up at the sky, catching my breath when I hear the cooler open and a bottle cap click.
When I glance at him, he’s pouring lube onto three fingers.
“One more, baby.”
“Finger or orgasm?”
“One more finger, endless supply of orgasms.”
I giggle breathlessly and then choke it back when the cold lube touches me there .
It feels the same as before, but as soon as his third finger is added, I realize how unfull I was before because now I’m stuffed.
“Relax for me. ”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“You will because I need you to. I need you ready for me because I can’t wait to bury my cock inside you… Good… Good girl… I knew you could do it, you’re so fucking perfect,” he praises me endlessly, swelling my heart.
I’m drenched down there, but I don’t think it’s the lube; I think his words are soaking me wet.
His thumb circles my clit suddenly and I moan, already nearly zapped for my next climax.
His fingers inside of me aren’t moving much, they’re taking up space while I grind against him, chasing the high of the pleasure that he gives me.
“Show me how much you want my cock, darlin’. Fuck my hand… Yeah, you’re going to take my cock perfectly, I know it… Give me what I want…”
“Fuck, Lochlan!” I scream into the dark sky, gasping for breath as my release hits me.
The way my pussy pulses around his fingers makes me grind against him harder, greedy for more.
His fingers slip out of me so fast my torso jerks up off the ground.
He wraps them around the base of his cock, squeezing his eyes shut painfully as he braces himself above me.
“Lochlan…”
“Don’t say a word,” he grumbles, breathing deeply for a moment before he finally blinks his eyes back open and looks down at me.
“I was about to fucking cum and your voice almost set me off.”
“Sorry,” I smirk at him unapologetically.
“You still want to do this?”
I nod, keeping my eyes on his.
“More lube?”
I shake my head.
He comes in closer, lining his hips up with mine and drags his head through my folds, up and down my slit.
I should lay back and focus on feeling it, but I can’t tear my eyes from him.
Everything is slick and the crown of his cock circles my clit easily, forcing my senses into overdrive because of how sensitive I am.
He raises it a few inches, leaving a stream of precum still attached.
“That’s what you do to me, baby. I’m a fucking mess every time I’m near you.”
“I’m ready, Lochlan,” I beg, watching him line up the tip with my opening.
He barely presses against me a centimeter, and he’s blowing a deep breath out.
“Fuck.” He breathes deeply again, pushing a bit further.
My lips hang open in utter disbelief at the sensation.
Disbelief that this is even happening.
Watching him put his cock inside of me ignites something primal inside of me that’s been waiting to explode.
My hand grips the back of his neck, pressing our heads together as we both watch him enter me another inch…
Then another.
It feels amazing…
It feels like I’m stretched deliciously full…
Until an ache blossoms around inch four.
I ignore it.
At inch five, I angle my hips to try to relieve it.
Inch six is nearly painful…
“I can’t…” I utter under my breath before he can get to seven.
He stops immediately, pulling back slightly.
“No, don’t stop. I just need a second.”
“Hey, we have all night, I’m not rushing this,” he whispers breathlessly, kissing my cheek.
“I want this to be good for you, too.”
He huffs a laugh.
“Jo, I’m doing everything I can not to embarrass myself in front of you by cumming too early. Don’t worry about me.”
“Tell me what to do, how to take more.”
He clears his throat like he’s struggling to think straight.
“Uh, I don’t know. I’ve never been with a virgin before. And, I really don’t want to fucking hurt you.”
“I can take it,” I insist, and he smiles gently.
“I know you can, baby.” He kisses me slowly, softly running his tongue across mine until my needy pussy sheathes itself back to six inches.
The bite of pain is slightly less than before, but I can still feel it shooting through my nerve endings.
His thumb finds my clit and my muscles immediately respond, clenching and relaxing with his efforts.
Each time I tense, I open up a minuscule more, hardly noticeable, but I feel it.
I take him the tiniest bit more, and my pride swells.
I might not be the only woman he’s ever had, but I’ll be the best.
It aches, but I take two more inches like a fucking champ.
“Slow down, baby.”
“I can do it,” I breathe out.
“I know, but I’m grasping for my sanity here.”
I blink up at him, and his serious face, with his brows furrowed in concentration, and sweat dampening his forehead.
He’s losing his mind, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life .
“I love you, Lochlan,” I utter between breaths, forcing his attention on my face.
“I love you,” I whisper once his eyes are on mine.
His hand finds the back of my head, and he lays me back against the blanket, covering my body completely with his.
“Until my dying breath, baby.” He tweaks his neck slightly, preemptively with guilt, before filling me to the absolute brink.
A squeak of pain escapes me, and he captures it with his mouth, gasping his regret.
“I love you,” he utters.
“I love you.” He kisses my mouth, my nose, my cheeks, and my eyelids.
The burning pain inside of me eases to an ache after a multitude of ‘I love yous’, but I’m dizzy from all of his affection.
“I love you,” he whispers, trailing his thumb up my cheekbone.
I nuzzle into his palm, letting it ground me.
“Until the day that I die,” I vow, shifting my hips against him.