33. Luke #3
I knelt in front of her, peeling her jeans down to reveal a pair of black silk panties.
I kissed one upper thigh, then the other, as I pulled the denim down to her ankles.
I considered slipping off her shoes, but I liked the idea of her ankles bound together when her legs were on my shoulders. Which they would be soon.
I pressed my lips in a trail from her knee to her hip, dragging my tongue along her skin as I went. I slid my hands along the backside of her thighs, slipping fingers beneath her panties to grip her perfect ass as my nose pressed against her mound.
She let out a soft moan, and I looked up to catch her watching me.
I reached between her legs, tugging at the skin on either side of her panties to expose her folds to the silk, and pressed my tongue against the fabric. I moved it in a slow circle, enjoying the whimpers of pleasure she made with each rotation.
Hooking my fingers in her panties, I slowly pulled them down, exposing her mound. Fuck me, Maggie Holland’s pussy was completely bare.
“I have a confession,” she said. “I wasn’t getting a massage yesterday.”
“You can go not get a massage whenever you want,” I growled in approval, parting her pussy lips with my thumbs and tasting her at last. I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue until her moans drew the attention of Millie, the loan rescue cow.
“What’s so funny?” she huffed.
“We have an audience.”
“Oh, hey.” Maggie sheepishly waved at the senior cow.
Ignoring Millie, I flattened my tongue and sawed it once through her valley, and Maggie cursed. I repeated the motion three times, applying slightly more pressure with each stroke. She tasted so damn good it took practiced effort to pull away and stand.
“That’s it?”
I reached behind her and unhooked her bra with one hand.
“Did you use The Force to do that?” she teased.
Dammit, I was going to fall for this woman. Hell, maybe I already had.
I pushed the bra straps from her shoulders and tossed the lace device near her hoodie. I took a step back to admire her naked body, wondering how the fuck I was the lucky one who she wanted to worship it. And worship it, I would.
“Lie down,” I said, nodding to the bed.
“Do I get to take my shoes off?”
“No.”
“Bossy.”
“That’s news to you?”
I knelt at the side of the hay bales, lifting her legs over my head. My cock strained against my zipper, throbbing with want of her. But the greedy fucker would just have to deal with the pain. This afternoon was all about Maggie.
I pushed her thighs wider, kissing a trail up one, meaning to do the same with the other, but her sweet scent intoxicated me, and I couldn’t resist tasting her nectar a second time. I had to have her on my tongue.
I took my time, exploring her valley with my mouth. I scooped my hands beneath her bottom and tugged her tighter against my face. She rocked her hips against me, letting out a Fuck, Luke as I inserted a finger into her tight, wet channel.
She lifted on elbows to watch me, and the urgency increased instantaneously. Gone was the slow, methodical pace. I was a savage beast, set on devouring her pussy at all costs. I wanted to make her come so hard she needed to be carried back to the truck.
I slipped a second finger inside her, and she bucked hard. I pressed an arm against her stomach, anchoring her to the hay bale, and turned the intensity dial up higher. Her walls contracted around my fingers as she cried out.
Millie mooed, but I refused to show Maggie an ounce of mercy as I suctioned my mouth to her center. If she wanted selfish, I’d give her selfish. I wanted to feel her while she came apart. I wanted to taste her climax. And I wouldn’t let up until I claimed every last drop.
Minutes later, her body calmed, and Maggie let out a happy, sated laugh as she collapsed against the hay. “I need to know,” she panted. “How was any of that selfish for you?”
“I told you,” I said, lifting her legs over my head so she could pull up her panties and jeans. “I wanted to ruin you for all other men.”
“Mission accomplished, soldier.” She glanced at the bulge in my jeans. “And what about that lightsaber in your pants? What does it want?”
Before I could answer, the glow of headlights reflected off the metal poles holding up the roof overhang.
“Shit. Get dressed. We have company.”
Nothing killed a hard-on like the thought of my grandparents catching us in the act. I hurried to intercept the vehicle to buy Maggie time. But the red sedan wasn’t one I recognized. It slowed as I met them in the middle of the driveway, and the driver’s window rolled down.
“Is this 846 Bluebell Lane?” a man in his mid-forties asked.
A woman leaned over the center console. “It’s our twenty-year anniversary.”
Ah, they were looking for a vacation rental. “Were you coming from town?”
“From Granby,” the man said.
“You missed your turn about half a mile back. Look for the giant bear carved out of wood. The turn you want is about a hundred yards past it.”
“Thanks!”
As I waved them off, Maggie joined me. She was wearing my flannel and a dazed smile. Her wavy hair was wild and unruly. “Who was that?”
“Tourists.” I pulled her into my arms, kissing her forehead. “I need to make sure the fire’s out.”
“And then?”
“Then we go get Ellie, pick up dinner, and watch another episode of Star Wars.”