CH 53 – #sixteenagain
#sixteenagain
Madison
Songs: “So High School” by Taylor Swift, and “Pretty Little Poison” by Warren Zeiders
“What did you tell your mom?” Luke whispered to me.
“That you and I need some alone time. She understands. She said she would keep Bella with her in her bed tonight, and Beau would be in his Pack N’ Play on the floor beside them. That means you and I can stay out as late as we want and get as wild as we want.”
My cowboy grinned. “I was thinking about your wanting me to get my high school memorabilia out of my storage unit. Do you have a yearbook or anything from your high school days?”
“Yep, it’s all in a plastic tote at my house.”
“I would love to see a photo of you in your drill team uniform sometime.”
“There’s a framed one in my dad’s office. Come on, I’ll take you to see it.”
“Alright.”
While Beau napped and Bella hung out with my mom in the kitchen, making snickerdoodle cookies, Luke and I left his old bedroom and walked down the long hallway to my dad’s office. When we entered, I motioned to the collage on the wall to my right, where my photo was.
“There you go,” I said to Luke, standing back as he went over to it.
He smiled, then bit down on his fist and looked at me. “Damn, I would have chased you like mad if we’d been in high school together.”
“You wouldn’t have had to chase me for very long.”
He focused on my photo again, shaking his head. “You look the same.”
“Bullshit, I have aged.”
Luke turned to me. “No, you haven’t.”
“Well, thank you, but you’re partial.”
“I am, but I’m also objective. Youth is definitely on your side.”
“It’s also on yours. You could easily pass for being in your mid-twenties versus being thirty-two years old.”
Luke held up a finger, pulled his cellphone from his jeans pocket, snapped a photo of my drill team, then walked over to me. “You’ve got to wear your uniform for me sometime.”
“Only if you wear your football jersey.”
“Deal.”
“FYI, you make me feel like I’m in high school again. It’s a powerful aphrodisiac.”
Luke looked at my lips, tugged on his bottom one with his teeth, then met my gaze.
I pointed at him. “See, that right there that you just did drives me wild. You look like you could eat me up.”
“Because I could. Daily. Several times a day.”
“Kiss me, Mr. Handsome.”
“You haven’t called me that since I ran into you at Midnight Rodeo that first week we knew each other.”
“I’ve always thought you were so damn handsome. When I first saw you in the barn while I was acquainting myself with Casper, my ovaries were like, ‘Girrrlll!’”
Luke threw his head back and laughed. “No, they weren’t.”
“Oh, they indeed were. You are the most scrumptious man I’ve ever seen.”
“Would you like to know what I thought about you when I first saw you?”
“I would love to know.”
“As I walked into the barn, you obviously didn’t hear me, but when I saw you, my first thought was, ‘Who is that gorgeous woman?’”
“You made that assessment of me from seeing me from behind?”
“Yep, then I saw your gorgeous face. Madison, when I looked into those sparkling emerald eyes of yours, I quaked inside, although I didn’t understand why.
I do now, though. You’re meant for me, and I’m meant for you.
And don’t you dare mention how different you think we are because we are not.
We fit each other as perfectly as can be. ”
SUNSET
“So where are you taking me?” I asked Luke. We were sitting in his truck in front of the ranch house.
“I was thinking that we could park in front of my cabin or go over the pond. Which sounds better to you?”
“The pond.”
He smiled, nodding. “Here we go.”
When we reached it, he grabbed two red Solo cups and his bottle of Buffalo Trace from a sack in the backseat. After pouring some for us, we tapped our cups together and downed the amber liquid.
“Whew!” I said, looking him up and down, smiling.
“Good stuff.”
“Very good stuff. The whiskey, too.”
Luke chuckled. “You’re the best stuff I’ve ever had.”
“You know you are to me. Let’s make out.”
“Get over here and straddle me.”
I had my hands on his broad shoulders and my legs on either side of him within seconds.
We gazed into each other’s eyes as the last traces of sunlight dimmed and disappeared on the western horizon.
Luke’s dashboard lights let off just enough glow to keep the mood right along with the country music streaming through the speakers.
“Do you have any idea how happy you make me?” he asked, running his fingertips across my cheek.
“As happy as you make me.”
“I really want to marry you, Madison.”
“Maybe I’ll let you.”
“You’re going to let me.”
He wrapped his hands around the sides of my head and pulled me into his deep, wet kiss. I felt drunk, but it wasn’t from the whiskey. It was all Luke.
As we kept kissing, getting more breathless by the second, I rocked my hips forward and backward, feeling the hardness of Luke’s dick beneath his blue jeans. I wanted him so much.
“Baby, you’re driving me wild,” he said, pulling his lips away from mine.
“Let’s fuck right now.”
“Take your clothes off while I do mine, then we’ll get in the backseat.”
After we climbed into it, Luke moved his fine as hell body over mine, holding himself up with one hand on the rear passenger side door frame and the other on the floorboard with his knees between my thighs.
He didn’t immediately thrust his big dick into me, though.
He kept staring at me as “Pretty Little Poison” by Warren Zeiders played.
“You’re my fix, Madison, my drug of choice. I can’t get enough of you.”
“I can’t get enough of you either.”
Because we were behaving like teenagers, having made out and about to have sex in Luke’s truck, I assumed he would pound me into his backseat.
He didn’t, though. After easing himself into me, he slowly fucked me with the stars shining above us, out the windows.
I didn’t realize how much I needed him to take his time with me until now.
He lowered himself, resting his muscled chest against my breasts, his right forearm beside me on the seat, while keeping himself steady with his left hand still on the floorboard as he continued pumping his hips and gazing into my eyes. We were as love drunk as a man and woman could get.
“I feel you tightening up. I’m cumming with you,” Luke breathed against my face.
Seconds later, we lost control, pleasure rolling through my body like soft waves. Afterward, my cowboy rested himself on top of me, his head beside mine as I held him tight, never wanting to let him go.