7. Duke
7
DUKE
It’s dark out by the time Ariana and I leave the restaurant. All through dinner, the tension inside me has been pulling tighter and tighter, threatening to break apart like a fraying rope. My cock is hard and swollen, fighting to escape my boxers, and every nerve in my body buzzes with desire.
I can’t help it.
Ariana is so fucking pretty.
Her baby blue dress hugs her figure, showing off every perfect contour of her body, and I have to resist the urge to run my hands all over her sweet softness. She’s an angel, and not just in appearance. After our meal together, I feel like I know Ariana a lot better: her dreams and fears, her family, her insecurities. I share parts of myself too, opening up about the way people look at me like I’m a monster. It’s something I’ve never talked about with anybody, but telling Ariana felt so natural. So right.
I just wish I could take her home with me. I wish I could scoop her up in my arms and carry her into my cabin, holding her close as we head for the bedroom…
“That was really fun,” Ariana says, pulling my attention back to the present. “Thank you.”
She smiles at me, and my eyes linger on her juicy lips for a moment too long.
“Glad you had fun. I did too.”
Fun is an understatement. Every second I spend with this girl is magical, and as we round the corner onto Main Street, getting closer to her apartment, my mind starts racing with excuses for her to stay. It comes to me in a flash of inspiration as I look up at the night sky, catching sight of the stars twinkling overhead and instantly remembering something I heard on the radio yesterday.
“There’s meant to be a meteor shower tonight,” I say hurriedly as we reach Mountain Brew.
“Really?”
The excitement sparkling in Ariana’s eyes convinces me to keep talking. “I know it’s getting late, but want to go check it out?”
“Sure!”
Her voice is filled with sweet enthusiasm, almost like she was dreading having to part ways, too. It makes my heart skip a beat to know that she wants to be around me.
“There’s a great place to see it in the forest—a huge clearing a couple of miles from my cabin. You can see the whole sky, and the trees block out all the light from Cherry Hollow.”
“Sounds perfect.”
Ariana beams at me, her pretty features glowing in the warm light of a nearby streetlamp. Instead of going around the side of Mountain Brew to her apartment, we walk to my truck, where I help her into the passenger seat. My hands brush her plump hips as she hoists herself up, and I get a delicious view of her ass cheeks. Stifling a groan, I shut the door for her before hopping into the driver’s seat, my cock harder than the damn gearshift as I pull out of the parking space and begin the drive to the forest.
Fuck, I want Ariana so badly.
I want to stuff her full of my cock and watch her come undone for me as she screams my name in that pretty little voice.
I want to make her gorgeous body quiver with orgasms until she’s sobbing for me.
It’s not something a forty-two-year-old beast should be thinking about a beauty half his age. It’s sure as hell not something Prince Charming would think. But right now, I want her too much to care.
The air is thick with tension, threatening to boil over as we leave the town behind us and drive into the shadowy woods. It’s not like being tucked away in the corner of Hollow Grill with people chatting all around us. Out here, we’re completely alone. It’s like we have the entire forest to ourselves.
After twisting and turning through the trees, we reach the secluded clearing, and both of us jump out of the truck.
“Wow,” she says. “You weren’t kidding!”
The clearing is the size of a football field, bordered by a wall of thick pine trees. The only light comes from the pale moon, and overhead, the night sky is visible in all its glory, exploding with bright stars. I leave Ariana to stare up at them in awe while I rearrange the truck bed. There are blankets and thick padding that I typically use to protect lumber, and I move them around to make the bed more comfortable, brushing out a few stray twigs and branches before climbing in and beckoning Ariana to join me.
She clambers in beside me—it’s so big that even I can fit—and together, we stare up at the sky.
“Look!” Ariana says suddenly from beside me, pointing up. “There!”
I see it too. A shooting star streaking through the sky, leaving a trail of red in its wake.
“This means we make a wish, right?” I ask.
Ariana laughs softly beside me. “I guess it does.”
Her thigh is pressing against mine, and despite the allure of the stars overhead, all I can focus on is her touch. There’s silence for a moment, no sound except for her gentle breathing and the hum of blood rushing in my ears.
“What did you wish for?” I ask.
“It won’t come true if I tell you.”
I make a noise of disagreement. “It will. Whatever it is, I’ll make it happen.”
Ariana’s breath hitches, and I catch sight of her pretty face, dappled with moonlight. “I…I wished for you to kiss me.”
For a second, I think I must have misheard her. But my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and when Ariana looks at me, I can see the nervousness on her face. The longing I feel is reflected in her eyes, and my heart leaps into my throat.
“That’s what I wished for too,” I say, my voice hoarse with desire.
Then I kiss her. With desperate hands, I tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her close to me, sucking on her pouty bottom lip. She tastes like cherry cheesecake, and I groan against her mouth, my body humming with electricity. Ariana whimpers against me, and it sends a bolt of desire down my spine, my cock twitching with need.
Fuck, yes.
This is really happening.
The stars twinkle above us, forgotten as I run my hands down Ariana’s body, feeling her soft curves as I deepen our kiss. She tastes so fucking sweet. My tongue dives between her lips, claiming her hot little mouth as I push her onto her back, pinning her down with my body. Our movements are frenzied, desperate, teeth clashing, hands grasping at each other like we’re holding on for dear life. It’s what I’ve wanted to do since the moment I saw this perfect girl, and I can’t get enough.
I kiss down her neck, trailing the soft flesh until Ariana’s breathing turns ragged, shattering the last of my resolve. My hands grab at the hem of her dress, pulling it up. Then I feel her hands grab mine, stopping me.
“Nobody’s…nobody’s ever seen me…” she says, still breathless from our kiss.
My heart stutters. “Good. I want to be the first. The only.”
Her hands tighten on mine, the moonlight illuminating her nervous gaze. She looks so vulnerable.
“It’s just…I’m not skinny.”
I frown down at her before pressing a firm kiss on her lips, my pulse racing at the sound she makes in the back of her throat.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her, breaking our kiss. “Your body is sexy as hell, just the way it is. Seriously, you have no idea what you do to me, princess.”
Ariana blinks up at me. Then her face melts into a smile that nearly makes me come in my pants, and this time, when I reach for her dress, she doesn’t try to stop me. She helps me pull it over her head before tossing it aside, and a groan of desire escapes me.
She’s a fucking goddess.
Her pale body looks almost silver in the moonlight as my eyes roam every inch of her, from her soft stomach to her plump tits, which strain deliciously against her bra. She’s even curvier than I imagined—even more beautiful—and I run my hands reverentially over her smooth skin, my cock threatening to explode.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Ariana,” I mutter, my hand snaking toward her panties. “So fucking sexy.”
My fingers push inside the fabric, and I cup her soft mound, savoring the way she gasps. Her core is warm and sticky, like honey against my palm. I need to taste her sweetness. I need to feel her thighs shaking either side of me, hear her cries as she comes on my tongue.
With a growl of anticipation, I whip down her panties and expose her slick folds—pink and juicy as a cherry.
Fuck, yes.
I’m craving her so badly. My arms circle her back, and I slide her down the truck bed until her ass is resting on the open tailgate. Then I climb out of the truck and kneel on the ground in front of her, my face level with her dripping pussy.
Ariana props herself up on her elbows to look at me, eyes wide as I wrap my arms around her soft thighs. Then I sink my face between them.
“Ah!”
I tighten my grip on her legs when I hear her gasp, running my tongue up her warm slit. She tastes like raw sex. Her sweet cream coats my tongue as I glide it up to her clit, sucking the swollen bud into my mouth.
“OH!”
Ariana’s hips thrash wildly, but I hold her still. I don’t let her escape my tongue as it worships her pussy, hungrily licking and sucking her most sensitive spot. Her cries are getting louder, echoing around the dark forest, and the sounds of her pleasure urge me on, driving me wild. Her tight hole starts to throb against my mouth, her body tightening like a coiled spring. She pulls on my hair, tugging wildly as she screams, “DUKE!”
Her whole body spasms as she comes, and I hungrily lap up her warm cream, my cock aching for release. A switch has flipped. I’m half-feral, more animal than man as I pull away from Ariana’s pussy and gaze down at her. She looks dazed, her legs still quivering as she looks up at me, and I know I can’t wait a second longer.
It’s time to make this curvy beauty mine.