Chapter 8
Brett
This woman. My god. She smells like cinnamon rolls and vanilla. The way her body folds around mine makes my dick so painfully hard.
I just overcame one of my fears, which probably seems like a small thing to some, but I’ve held so much pain and anguish over Clyde.
When things got rough, I never knew how to cope with him being gone.
Now I know. It’s animal therapy. I need to ride again.
I need to feel the sun on my face and the wind in my hair, just like I used to do with him.
That in itself is an epiphany I didn’t know I was going to experience tonight, and it’s all because of her.
Beautiful doesn’t even cut it, she shines brighter than any star in the sky. Tenfold.
We make it back to the house, somehow fumble our ways inside, and then I’m toeing off my socks and boots, and she’s rucking up my shirt to get it off my body.
I reciprocate, helping her out of her clothes, albeit a little hasty.
I want to rip that flannel shirt off her body and let the buttons fly everywhere, but it could be her favorite.
I moan when she’s standing in her black bra and I cup her small but perfect tits and the groan that escapes her when I rub my thumbs over her hard peaks sets me on fire.
“Brett,” she cries, her hands at my belt. I join her, helping her free my buckle as she fumbles with my zipper. My cock is so hard it practically bursts out of my briefs when she shoves them and my jeans down to my thighs.
She glances down and gasps. “Of course,” she mutters, taking my dick in her hand.
My eyes roll into the back of my head. “Of course, what?”
“I knew you’d be big.”
I’m not that big. Average, maybe, but I’ll take it if she thinks so. I palm one breast as she slides her hand up and down my cock from base to tip, her other hand runs up my chest as I try to hold onto my senses.
I push her against the wall, undoing her jeans, but then there’s the boots to contend with. She humphs a laugh as she glances down at my dilemma.
“Want me to get those for you?”
“I’d love to see you just in these fuck me boots, but frankly there’s no time for that,” I say honestly.
I step back and she makes light work of zipping them down, pulling them off, along with her jeans.
“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” I tell her, my eyes wandering up her body. I tug her bra down and her tits spill out. I lean back into her, her back pressed against the wall, and lower my head to suck one nipple into my mouth, palming the other.
She wraps her arms around my neck. “Oh, my god… That feels so good…”
I lick and suck, then pay the other one the same attention, my dick straining against her hip.
“Let me touch you,” I mutter.
“You don’t have to ask,” she pants.
My hand travels to cup her pussy, and I feel how slick she is and I’ve barely even touched her yet. “Gotta let me taste you.”
“Y-you, uh, do that?”
“Real men do that, honey.”
“Oh.”
I take it from that response she’s not used to that kinda thing.
“But it’s so… Oh my god…”
I brush my hands through her wet heat and drop to my knees. My dick is eager, but he’s gonna have to wait. I want her pleasure on my tongue before we go any further.
I hook one leg over my shoulder and spread her wide. She is fucking glorious.
My tongue darts out and I lick her lips, then suckle each one, brushing her clit every now and then; she jolts every time I do so.
“Are you ready to come, Bailey?”
“Y-yes,” she pants. “Embarrassingly fast.”
I grin, then go to town eating her out. She is so damn sweet.
I suck her clit into my mouth and she reaches for my hair, tugging it as she makes delicious noises.
And my goodness, she is everything and more.
She falls apart fast, crying out my name—something that will live on in my memory forever—and I insert a finger, then two, riding her through another orgasm right after the first.
“Holy crap, oh, oh, oh!”
Why do I get the impression my girl has been starved for affection? I know this is a small town and all, but surely any guy with a brain would be falling over himself to get to her.
For my sake, I couldn’t be happier that she’s single and willing. More than willing.
“You taste like cotton candy,” I mutter, pulling her leg farther over my shoulder. I spit on her pussy and she makes a sound that goes straight to my cock.
“I want you,” she mutters. “Inside me, Brett. Now!”
I tsk. “You think you can boss a country boy around?” I laugh.
Her eyes meet mine and the heat I see in them makes my heart jump. “Oh, I know I can.”
I grin, then blow on her pussy as her eyes widen.
I tongue her clit again, my eyes never leaving hers, then I bring her to orgasm once more, curving my fingers inside her to find that oh-so-elusive G-spot.
She stretches up onto her toes, making a long, guttural moan and I’m mighty relieved we have no neighbors close by.
This is all for me, because I’m the greedy bastard who doesn’t want to share one breath, moan or cry with anyone else.
She pulls me up and I stumble because my jeans are still precariously dangling around my ankles. I kick them off, then rip her panties off her body. “I’m sorry,” I mutter. “I’ll replace them.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and I suck on her bottom lip as she spins me around so my back is against the wall. “It’s only fair that I repay the favor.”
I grin. “If you put that pretty mouth anywhere near my dick, it’s gonna be all over.”
“I guess you’ll just have to try and hold on then, won’t you?”
I love her confidence as she stands there pantyless with her bra pushed down and her tits hanging out. Her hair mussed already and her lips swollen from our kisses.
This is by far the best night of my entire life.
Bailey
I tease his tip with my thumb and he closes his eyes.
His body is insane. Literally wall to wall muscle.
The dark tuft of hair works its way down from his lower navel and I lick all the way south, my eyes never leaving his face.
When my tongue replaces my thumb over his tip, his eyes pop open.
A look so carnal and sexy crosses his face, making me weak at the knees.
The man just made me orgasm three times without breaking a sweat.
No guy has ever done that with such precision—my ex never did it.
Yeah, another typical asshole that wanted deep throating but when it came to my pleasure, he didn’t want to know about it. Loser.
Brett, on the other hand, oh, he’s skilled alright.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers. “That feels so good.”
His dick is thick and long, and I swear to god it’s doubled in size. I want him, all of him. I usually like to take my time getting to know someone, but those days are long gone.
“My horses love you,” I say, gripping his base as I lave my tongue over his slit and he hisses.
“Does that turn you on?”
“I’ll admit, any man treating my animals with so much love and affection does things to me, so yes.”
“Lucky me.” He swallows his words as I take him deeper, and oh, I could get used to his moans.
I suck hard, squeezing his base as I ride his cock with my mouth, not letting up.
“Bailey,” he warns, but I ignore him. He just feels so good. This feels so amazing that I wonder why I haven’t let myself go before. I know the answer to that, though. It’s because we had an instant connection, and I don’t have that with many people.
Then I feel hands under my armpits as he pulls me off, and his dick pops out of my mouth as I pout. “Meany.”
He stands and pushes my hair back off my face. His tongue is in my mouth before I can blink as he picks me up and I wrap myself around him. He cocks a brow. “Bedroom?”
“The second one down the hallway on the left.”
He strides with me in his arms, our kisses never ending as he kicks my bedroom door open wide.
He drops me on the bed then cusses. “Do you have condoms?”
I shake my head and he grins. “What’s so funny?” I ask.
He leans forward and kisses me. “I like the idea that you don’t have a stash of them.”
“I told you, I don’t have random sex with strangers, and even if I did, condoms expire.”
“I’ll be right back.” I’m rewarded with the sight of his sexy, tight ass as he leaves my bedroom. My, my, even his butt is perfect. He comes back in two seconds flat, a condom already out of the packet, and he’s rolling it on his thick length.
“You spat on my pussy,” I blurt.
He looks up at me as he mounts the bed. “What can I say? I’m a dirty cowboy.”
He crawls over the top of my body and I reach for him. “I wouldn’t expect anything less. It’s always the quiet, humble ones you have to watch out for.”
He kisses me hard, holding himself between my legs as he strokes me first, back and forth with his tip, nudging my sensitive clit as my heart hammers in my chest. This man has a magic penis.
Or magic hands. Or tongue. Or all those things.
But when he lines himself up and pushes inside me to the hilt, I know that sex has never and could never be as good with anyone else.
He stills, then, almost apologetically, he asks, “Are you okay?”
I nod. “It’s… it’s been a little while, but I’m good. I promise.”
He kisses me softly. “It’s been a while for me, too.”
My eyes widen. “Really?”
He shrugs. “Long story.” He pulls out, then slides back in and I groan when he thrusts. “One we don’t need to get into right now.”
It almost feels like cheating—me lying here on my back while he sends me to seventh heaven, and he does.
Over and over. His thick cock is perfect, filling me so full and hitting every nerve ending in my body, but when he flips me over and says, “Ride me, cowgirl.” I grin when he takes his hat off and places it on my head.
I push the brim up when it slides down, and he sits up, our mouths teasing one another as he holds himself at the base and I slide down. Of course he’s going to let me ride him, because this is my favorite position, and it’s like he knows.
After a few rises and falls, we get into a rhythm. His hands move to my hips and he helps me ride him, our tempo increasing as we fuck like horny little rabbits. It feels so good to let loose, to be able to be myself without the worry if I’m doing it right.
I groan as I grind down against him, “That feels so good.”
“You know you’re gonna make me come so fast, Cowgirl, and I’m not sure I like that.”
“Too bad for you. You know this is only round one.”
“I’d be sorely disappointed if it were anything less.” His grip tightens, sending me to new heights as he thrusts up into me.
My tits bounce as I rock against his hips. He leans back against the cushions to watch, one hand cupping my breast, the other keeping hold of my hip.
Of course he’s good in bed. He’s probably good at everything.
“Oh my god,” I cry as an orgasm rips right through me, causing me to see stars.
“Not. Gonna. Last.” He grunts, then stills, and I feel the pulses, wishing we had nothing between us. My name is a curse on his lips, and I’m a sweaty, panting mess. Albeit a very happy, sweaty, panting mess.
I collapse onto his chest and he wraps his arms around me. “That was…ah-mazing.” I accentuate the words so there is no mistaking what I mean. “Just what I needed.”
His chest rumbles under mine as I bury my face in between the pillow and his shoulder. “Well, I’m glad about that.”
“Just think, if someone hadn’t spilled their drink and that damn lemon, none of this would be happening.”
He kisses the side of my head. Okay, strangely comforting. “Not a chance. There is no way in God’s ever lovin’ earth I could’ve missed you, Cowgirl.”
And I may have just died and gone to heaven, just a little bit. “I hope you take that break, Bretty-boy,” I sing. “Because I missed leg day this week, and that ride kinda made up for it.”
“I’m glad you’re usin’ me as a jungle gym,” he laughs. “But I’ve got a lot more stuff I wanna do to you tonight, beautiful.”
He rolls me over and sends me to seventh heaven all over again.