Chapter 014 Lennie
I've always wanted to try it, and I'm feeling brave after Levi makes me come so effortlessly, several times. Never thought I'd meet a man who could do that to me. But it's like we were made for each other. Feeling lighter than air, I lower my mouth onto him, knowing it's clean now from the washcloth. I try what Trisha's always described as the quickest way to make a man putty in your hands. We practiced on bananas once, cucumbers another time. The idea of doing it to a real man was always intimidating, sometimes even revolting, but curiosity wins out. I revel in the feel of it.
It's empowering, sexy as hell, watching his chest rise and fall, his breathing all labored. The more I suck the tip, the more I get out of him. Trisha said most of the nerves are right there. My hand works the shaft while my lips and tongue handle the head. I watch his mouth twist, no words, just strange sounds. His shaft hardens in my grip, veins popping under the skin, and there's this salty taste leaking from the tip. I keep pumping, feel his legs stiffen, his pelvis bucking with me. Suddenly, he bolts upright, pulls me off. "Do you want to do something so fucking sexy it'll make your head spin? I've always wanted to do it."
"Sure." Hell, I'm game. His pupils are blown wide, he's hard as a rock. I've already seen what he can do in bed. What do I have to lose?
He guides me onto my back gentle-like, sets my hands on either side of my chest, pushes my breasts together. "I'm going to push my cock through your breasts. That okay?"
"And that's gonna feel good?"
His eyes go wide, head tilts like he just bit into the best cake ever. "Lennie, you have the best goddamn breasts I've ever seen, baby. Gonna come all over your chest if that's not too much."
I watch that rock-hard cock, his body, that sultry look—he's like a sex god. I nod, grin back, hoping I look half as sexy. He slides it between my breasts, starts thrusting. Grunts with every pass. Eyes shut, head back, picks up speed. Mouths he's gonna come, and he does. Warm spurts hit my chest, neck, just like he said. Weird that it doesn't feel weird. Turns me on, heartbeat pounding between my legs, lips slicking together with his rhythm. A moan slips out. Damn, that was hot.
He grabs tissue, cleans me up but keeps me flat on my back. Cock still half-hard, he sucks my breasts, sends jolts straight down there. Trails kisses lower, all the way down.
When his lips hit my wetness, I gasp. Tongue teases my clit, I cry out. Then he sucks it full-on, and I'm splitting apart. Hypnotic, merciless, exquisite—like I'm dying and what a way to go. Tongue relentless, then fingers thrust inside. I yell so loud my throat aches. Come hard, fast, body shaking like I'm possessed. Guess I am—by him, my one and only. Thought Levi couldn't get more perfect. He is. I'm a puddle, satisfied, wiped out. Fall asleep instant in his arms.
Wake up there too, stretch as he stirs. Lips on my nipples, wakeup call like no other. Wet in seconds as he sucks, licks, wakes every inch right.
Lips trail down my belly, nip my navel, part my legs. Sucks where I'm soaked. Morning hormones got me halfway there already. First orgasm hits fast, knuckles white gripping sheets. Gentle fingers thrust in, another one effortless. What a morning. Want to give back bad, so I push him onto his back. Cock stands straight up like a sundial pointing north, fully hard. Mouth on him, rush like fire. Impossibly hard—Trisha mentioned morning wood.
Feeling bolder now, push him deep to the back of my throat, suck hard, pump fast. Challenging myself after two orgasms already this morning. Decide to let him finish here—I know what happens, not scary anymore. His chest heaves, writhes to my rhythm. Cock twitches, he grabs my hair gentle, tries pulling me off. I double down, suck harder, taste salty come spurting. Swallow quick, work to milk it all. Thrilling, exciting, satisfying. Chest puffs with pride—pulled it off twice in my life, both with my love.
He strokes my hair, lets me know he's done. I flop to the pillow facing him. "Good morning," he says, lopsided grin. Adorable.
"Good morning. Great morning, actually."
"Couldn't have said it better myself." Fingertip strokes my cheek. "God, you couldn't be more beautiful if you tried."
I smile. "Trisha said men talk like that after sex."
He chuckles, turns to full laugh. "Oh man, gotta meet this Trisha. What else she tell you about men?"
"Lots. She's the one taught me how to do that." Nod at his cock.
"Renewed respect for her. Let me buy her coffee. Lunch. Dinner—dinner's great. Bring her family."
I bark a laugh. Hilarious. "You saying you enjoyed it?"
"Darlin', don't question your skills there. You, my love, are a natural."
"Thank you."
"No. Thank you." Emphasizes the you. Kisses my lips. "Okay, agenda today?"
"No-brainer for me—scout photo ops. You?"
"Hightail to ranch, schoolwork after helping Billy." Grunts, sits up. "Come over later, ride, then dinner?"
"I'll try. Busy day." Fighting hard not to ditch it all, stay in bed. Mama always said don't smother new ones. Your life, his life, together life—that's the glue. Believe it. Want him all day, but don't want burnout.
Spend twenty minutes kissing goodbye, wrenching hearts but parting. Life's life. Head to my other love—store. Make a sale, then Trisha strolls in. Subtle, browses like we ain't known since kindergarten. Wink as I bag the sale, say I'll be right with her.
Customer out, she pounces. "Okay, know you too well. That smile ain't just the sale. Dish." Grabs invisible popcorn.
Make sure door's clear. "Shelly never pregnant."
Eyes bulge, face lights. "Kidding?!"
Bite lip, fighting grin. "Nope. Saw it myself. Admitted to her friend at the hoedown."
Mouth agape, eyes sparkling. "Oh my God! So you and Levi... um." Gestures vague. Spots my cheeks. "Guessing he wasted no time."
Hide face in hands, blushing nuclear. She pulls 'em away. "That good, huh. Noticed a limp."
Chuckling fits us both.
"Congrats. About damn time, Lennie."
"He's everything I dreamed, more." Melting.
"No doubt."
"He told me he loves me."
Face softens. "Wow. Serious. Figured you were the heels-over-head one. Wrong."
"God, Trisha. So in love." Bite lip, stare wall dreamy. "Ask something without thinking I'm nuts?"
"Honey, best friends with me? Half nuts minimum."
"He's at ranch, hates home. Insane to ask him to move in?"
Brow lifts, smirk. "Might be. Wasn't he with Shelly fast?"
Foolish, deflated. "Maybe right."
"Maybe, but he didn't love her. Ask if he wants. But ask yourself—are you ready, or impetuous? Never lived with none but folks." Arms up. "Ain't expert—never have either. Just don't screw your first real one."
"Give time. Right." Reasonable now. "Don't know each other deep, just started last night."
"Exactly. Fools rush in, Lennie. Remember."
Hug tight. "Love you for that—happy but straight talk."
Hugs back, eyes spark. "Tonight?"
"Ride at ranch with Levi. Come?"
"Game. Help pack up."
Levi saddles horses with Turner when we pull up in Trisha's car—figure Levi drives me home, work tomorrow if she dips early. Trisha eyes Turner, sticks hand out. "Trisha. Lennie's best friend."
"Turner. New here."
"Really. Where from?"
Levi rolls eyes. "Give you his number. Dying for ride. Coming or what?"
Agitated vibe. "Talk second?"
"Sure." Follows to stable door, out of earshot. "Sorry. Dad out of jail today, headed rehab. Waiting sheriff call—he'll escape sure."
"But deal—out of prison for attempted murder, into rehab?"
"Yeah, but you don't know Dad. Old guy, big entitlement."
Quick lip kiss. "Fine, Levi. Faith."
Pulls close as I step. "Where you going?"
Lips on mine. "Better now."
"Isn't it." Kiss again.
"Back 'fore fire starts. Catch that Trisha-Turner look?"
"Got backup now." Wink.
We slide jeans on—wait, no, that's later mix-up. Anyway, pack camera, toss his mail on placemat for daddy's bill later. He's on call, hangs up. "Everything? Hand?"
"Got it in truck. Hope Crystal don't labor 'fore photos."
"Due anytime. Thought she'd beat due date."
"Would, but free shoot for Cassidy helping move-in."
"Can't forget." Pulls close.
"Go 'fore she does."
Hand in mine to ranch. Piper, Jade set spot in old ranch house—soft lights, outfits, frames with dates, Buddy's antique crib.
Crystal positioned when we roll in. How she hauls that belly, mystery. Skin clear, minimal touchup. "Face window, adjust umbrella." Filter light for eyes. Bunch shots already, even with Cassidy modeling. "Perfect." Back to camera. White gauzy dress tasteful, shows belly gorgeous. Jade's soft curls, light makeup.
"God, beautiful, darlin'." Cassidy admires.
Snap shot, glances swap. "What?"
"Y'all wine stashed?" Levi asks. "Swore cork popped."
"No." Crystal chuckles. "Water broke."
Hands to cheeks, smiling. "Sure?"
Steps aside—puddle. "Yeah. Explain that?"
"My word! Time!" Cassidy beams. "Hospital!"
"Wait." Crystal mutters. "Lennie finish. Ain't doing this again. No one sees this gut twice."
Laugh loud. "Done. Go have baby!"
Jade ready—spare pants from bag. Screen for photos/changing. They duck behind.
"Who's hospital?" Cassidy.
Wyatt dumbfounded. "Ain't figured?"
Crystal peeks—lip-read me. "Choose fly, see who irritates most 'fore shitting kid." Winces. "Fuck, earlier cramps contractions. These stronger."
"Shit, darlin'. Go." Cassidy urges.
"Goddamn! Pants first! Not hospital underpants!"
Reappears fresh pants, contracting. "Who's with?"
Cassidy hand up.
"Love you, but head outta ass? Course you!"
"Sorry." Sheepish.
"Fine. Sandwich—ain't pushing empty, starved!" Another contraction.
Murmur to Levi. "Contractions close?"
Pockets hands, sighs. "No, baby. Nobody brave argue."
Jade, Piper dart kitchen. I follow, grab sandwich stuff record time, peek living room—Crystal contracting.
Bring it, she's bellowing. "Food?!"
Eats through pain—gone in three minutes. We busy-look as she screams for stares. "What am I, fucking unicorn?!"
"No, darlin'." Cassidy takes plate like gator jaws, backs off.
Screams, neck veins pop. "Tire tracks! Every man himself!" Cassidy scoops kicking, screaming Crystal to truck. Small town, eight cram Cassidy's truck—closest road. Sheriff sees labor, lets slide. Bed's pool conversion.
Wyatt calls hospital—active labor, imminent. Nurses wait wheelchair, run Crystal in, Cassidy chase. Cartoon chaos. Billy rakes hair. "Jesus, close."
Jade, Piper in too. Boys, me wait. "Labor while, didn't know."
Levi eyes bulge. "Stroke when no-eat first."
Billy: "Like calf—stable pull."
Levi snorts. "Crystal'd kill first."
Wyatt: "Coffee? Food? Hospitals nuts."
Heads shake, he goes solo. "Seats?" Levi me.
"Anxious. Walk."
He joins, hands hold. Outside air, quiet walk. Return, Billy, Wyatt stand smiling. "Baby girl." Billy proud.
"Already? Gosh?"
"Fast." Wyatt.
"Crystal okay?" Levi.
"Fine. See soon. Piper burst, told us."
"Hallway wait. Know way."
Single file maternity.
Never seen like it. Crystal up bed, bundle arms. Jade, Piper moon either side. Cassidy rubs legs.
"Congrats." Billy.
Crystal serene—no battle look, better even. Sour gone. "Thanks. Meet Amber Cassandra Barnes."
Levi: "Get it. Jade sister, you Crystal, Amber tradition."
"Right. Didn't think suit, but does. Red gold hair, sweet head."
"Beautiful." Big blue eyes too.
"Thanks, doll. Hold?"
"Gosh no. Tiny—break her."
"Billy?" Piper.
"Good here. Seen spew. Like stable better."
"Levi?"
Nash barrels in, breath gone. "Jesus! Missed!"
"Just. Hold time." Crystal.
Levi good-natured: "Hold—my turn first. On time."
Nash smiles. "Took daddy new clothes."
Levi takes baby natural-born. "New? Years no."
"Know. House whistle-clean. Braylynn organizes kitchen."
"Wow, daddy far, Nash." Piper.
"Sober six months. Six-month pin. New outfit."
"No kidding." Billy impressed.
But I watch my love hold baby. Pride swells. Heart full—this man, everything.