by Parker, Ali
I sat on my desk, fulfilling the fantasy he had mentioned a while back. I had been thinking about it too, but never thought about actually doing it. Such a thing was completely out of character for me.
Whitney was right, I’d officially crossed over into wild. Maybe I was that way all along, but had retreated into my shell after my last boyfriend. Connor was bringing me out of it, and the fact that he was between my thighs as I sat on my desk was proof of this.
“I can’t wait to taste you again,” he said, as he dropped to his knees. I inhaled a sharp breath of air as he pushed my panties to the side of my sweet center. He didn’t take them off, he just pushed them over, exposing my slit. His tongue moved directly to me and showed off a little with his talent.
“Oh Connor. Yes, mmm don’t stop,” I said, as I put my palms on my desk and leaned back a little.
I draped my knee over his shoulder, still fully clothed in my strappy green heels and green dress. It felt naughty this way. We were in fact, stealing a quickie in my office. Even though the front door was locked, I knew that at any moment Janet or Whitney could come in, because they both had keys and coming in after-hours was a normal thing for all of us.
“Wet my tongue, sweetness,” he whispered in a throaty voice.
“I love it when you kiss me there. I’m so close already,” I said, panting softly. The air in the room felt thick and unyielding.
“Already? Fuck, you’re making me so hard,” he said. His tongue moved over my clit. I screamed out in pleasure.
He moaned as he flicked his tongue back and forth on my clit, and that vibration put me over the top. My whole body was filled with adrenaline at the idea of getting caught. I was trembling with delight.
“I’m coming.” I moaned through the tension in my throat. I pulled my legs up around his face and tremored in my ecstasy.
Connor licked me once more before glancing up and smiling. “I love hearing you in pleasure.”
He stood up and unzipped his jeans, his eyes locked on mine. The man couldn’t have been sexier.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked, praying he did.
“Of course I do.” He pulled a condom out of his wallet and placed it on my desk on top of my papers. I smiled. How naughty were we? He pushed his jeans and boxers down to his thighs, exposing his thick, rock-hard cock.
“First things first,” he said, as he reached under my dress and grabbed my panties. I lifted myself up as he pulled them off of me and down to my heels before they fell to the floor. He moaned, and looking at me half naked which made me smile. I grabbed the condom and opened it, then rolled it onto his shaft.
Connor sucked in a sharp breath of air. “Fuck, that feels good. You’re going to make me come just with your touch.”
I smiled and leaned back on my palms again. He grabbed his dick and pressed it against my soft center. Every cell in my body came to life.
Putting my arms around his neck, he held onto my hips. Then he moved faster and harder. Soon, he was pounding me on my desk. My body pooled with wetness over and over until I felt it slip down the curve of my ass to the desk below. I’d never been more turned on.
“Don’t stop. So good,” I mumbled. “I’m so close—again.”
“Yes. I want you to. Come on me, baby,” he barked out, his command as sexy as hell.
He fucked me harder and harder. My desk was shaking underneath me and I could hear the sounds of my pens and office supplies rattling.
“I’m coming. I’m coming.” I could barely get the words out as my body tremored in pleasure.
“Fuck. Me too. Fuck, that feels so good.” He groaned and I could feel his back tensing up as he let go. He released in a long hard orgasm. We stayed locked together, softly moaning as we enjoyed the last pulsing of our pleasure. A moment later, he slid out of me. I put my legs down and remained seated on my desk.
“That was wild,” he said, as he smiled at me.
“Yes, it was. We’ll have to do it again sometime.”
“Again?” He laughed. “How did you go from, ‘no, I couldn’t possibly’ to ‘let’s do it again’ so quickly?”
The ridiculous voices he used as he said it were hysterical and I got a good case of the giggles. Once under control, I replied, “I guess you converted me.” Then realized I could never tell anyone the story behind the good laugh I’d just enjoyed.
We took a few minutes to compose ourselves again. I pulled my panties back on and straightened up my disheveled desk.
“So, are we still going to the fair this weekend?” I asked him, enjoying my elated state.
“Yes, of course we are. I cannot wait to show you around. I’m looking forward to riding some carnival rides with you as well. It will be a proper date and I’ll make sure you have a good time.”
“Well, I do love a good county fair. It’s been a while though. I don’t think I’ve been to one since I was seventeen or so. I did love it when I was younger.”
“It is one of my favorite things about Safety, Texas. I can’t wait to share it with you.” He gave me a kiss on the cheek and I ran my hand through his hair. I was falling for this cowboy, falling hard, and realized I was a complete hypocrite for telling Whitney that this was just for fun and nothing serious. At this moment, I wanted it to be serious. I wanted him by my side for a long time to come, and that scared me.
27
Connor Dawson
I was excited about the fair, but I was even more excited about seeing Lydia. I couldn’t wait to show her around the fairgrounds and get on some carnival rides with her. For some reason I wanted to show her a really good time, always. She made me happy and I wanted to make her happy in return.
Dylan, Wyatt, and I were loading two horses and a small pony into the trailers. It was very early in the morning, but we had already had breakfast and once I finished my rounds to feed the animals, we were almost set to go.
“Well, he has been spending a lot of time in the city, I think it might be getting serious,” Dylan said to Wyatt. We had been talking about my absence from the ranch lately, not my favorite topic.
“It must be if he is willing to make the drive,” Wyatt said.
“Oh, it’s not so bad. It seems to get shorter and shorter every time. Besides, Lydia comes here as well, and makes the drive herself. She’s driving down here today as a matter of fact. She should be showing up any minute,” I said, looking toward the road.
“Go on, get up there,” Wyatt gave the horse a smack on the ass to get it moving up the ramp into the trailer. “I’m happy for you brother. I do have to say this is more attention than you’ve given a woman in a long time. I’m not used to it.”
“Yeah, he won’t even grab a beer with me,” Dylan said.
“Yeah, well after last time, I think maybe we should keep the beer and pool to the pool table we have in the barn. No one’s going to piss you off in there and you won’t be starting a fight,” I said.
“What do you mean?” Wyatt said, looking first at me and then Dylan. Dylan gave me a look.
“Oh, nothing brother. Connor is just exaggerating,” Dylan said, covering his tracks.
“Sure, I’m positive that is the case,” Wyatt said, speaking in a way that told Dylan he was busted.
“Hey Connor, lock up this trailer. I’m going to double check the hitch,” Wyatt said.
“Got it,” I said, making sure the horses were in a good spot, and then I closed the gate of the trailer and locked it.
“Speaking of your lover,” Dylan said, looking toward the road. I followed his gaze and saw that Lydia was driving over the cattle guard in her car. A big smile crossed my face.
“Oh man, look at that smile. You’ve got it bad, brother,” Dylan said, patting my shoulder. Then he walked off to join Wyatt as I walked toward the driveway.
“Good morning, ma’am,” I said, teasing her with a tip of my hat. She opened the door. Seeing her always took my breath away, but today she was wearing tight jeans, boots, and a tank top tucked into th
ose jeans that left very little to the imagination. A small feeling of jealousy came over me as I thought about all the guys that would be looking at her at the fair. Her platinum blonde hair was in a high ponytail.
“Good morning, cowboy,” she said, with a smile.
“I’m glad you’re here. I’m really excited to go to the fair with you. Are you?”
“Are you kidding? Of course I am! But I also want to check on that paint job from yesterday. Think I can have a look?”
“Yes, of course. Let’s go inside. Abi said they did a great job and the color was exactly what you two had discussed.”
“Oh, that is good to hear. I’m very glad and can’t wait to see it.”
I walked her inside the house. The living room was bare, we had moved all of the furniture into the other rooms, even taking the curtains down so that the painters could come in and paint the day before.
“Oh lovely. It is perfect. It is the exact shade that I ordered. They did a really good job too, they use the new spraying techniques, not the rollers. This way it goes on smooth and even, without leaving any streaks. It’s more professional this way,” she said, walking around and looking up and down at the walls. I liked watching her work in her element. It was very sexy.
“What about the kitchen?” she said, walking in there. “Oh, it’s perfect, too. I was so nervous. I’m glad that at least this is right.” She was very excited, and her face was radiant. “This is all perfect. They are a really good paint team, not messy at all. Look, they didn’t get any on the borders or the windowsills. A very clean job.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less, working for you,” I said.
“Thank you, Connor. That was very nice of you to say,” she said, coming toward me. I looked around and saw we were alone so I quickly stole a kiss.
“Conner, we are in your home!”
“What? I can’t kiss my girl in my home?”
“Your girl? Am I your girl?”
“I like to think of it that way.”
“I thought I heard voices in here! Hey Lydia, good to see you again,” Abi said, coming into the kitchen with a bag in her hand.
“Abi, hello. It’s good to see you, how are you doing?”
“I’m good, always last minute with this stuff, it seems. Just running through here getting my stuff together before we go to the fair. Hey, great work on the paint job. It looks exactly how we planned. I really can’t wait to see it when everything comes together. I got to run on through though,” Abi said, going out the back door.
“Thanks, Abi,” Lydia shouted behind her.
I looked at her and smiled. “Ready to get going?”
“Yes, I’m very excited about the fair.”
I stole one more kiss. She gave me a look. Then we walked out toward the truck to talk to Wyatt and Dylan.
“Father already made his way over there. Dylan, are you riding with me?” Wyatt asked.
“You know it.”
“Me too,” Abi said, coming over.
“All right then, we're leaving in five, I just need to lock up the house,” Wyatt said, moving away from the truck.
“And you are riding with me, sweet lady,” I said to Lydia. I pulled my keys out of my jeans and led her over to my truck. I opened the door for her and she climbed inside.
“Thank you. You know, it seemed like your family members were giving me odd looks,” she said.
“You mean kind of a stupid grin?” I raised my brows at her.
“Yeah. Like they know that we are—”
“Doing it? Getting dirty? Doing the nasty?” I joked.
“Connor! This is serious. It’s embarrassing,” she said.
“I’m sorry darling, but there’s nothing I can do about it. Of course they know, but not because I told them. They just figured it out. You know, like I go out on a date with you and then don’t come home until the next morning and all,” I said.
“Yeah, I suppose that would do it. It’s just a little embarrassing.”
“You’ll get used to it. I did.”
Honk.
I looked up to see Wyatt backing up the truck with the trailer. “Alright then, it looks like we’re ready to go.”
A few minutes later, we were all driving out of Dawson Ranch, and I was behind Wyatt and the trailer. This was standard if we had more than one vehicle going, someone always watched the trailer, just in case.
“So the fair is in town?”
“Well, it’s actually on the outskirts of town. We’ll drive through town and about five miles east to the fairgrounds.”
“That’s fantastic. I can’t wait to see it. I can smell the cotton candy already,” she said.
“Oh, are you a cotton candy girl?”
“Absolutely.”
“Then I will have to get some for you. But just so you know, the Dawson brothers do work this fair, and that’s why we are hauling the horses. So, we’ll have to have our fun when I’m not working my shift,” I said.
“Working? What exactly will you be doing?”
“You’ll see,” I smiled.
“Well, that is very mysterious, Mr. Dawson,” she teased.
“I am a man of mystery,” I said, smiling at the joke. She laughed and again the sound was music to my ears. I never wanted this woman to be angry with me. I only wanted to make her laugh and give her pleasure.
Our trucks drove through town, and then east out toward the fairgrounds. It was a nice drive into the country.
“Look, there it is! I can see the Ferris wheel already!” Lydia sounded very excited. Like her inner child was coming out or something. I enjoyed seeing her so happy.
“Yep, we can get on it if you like, very first thing,” I said.
“I would love that. I want to get on everything, though. I love the spinning baskets. Oh and the haunted houses, and the one with the mirrors everywhere. Oh this is going to be so much fun!”
“Everything? Even the ones that spin really fast? Can your stomach handle it?”
“Absolutely. How about you, mister tough cowboy?”
“You know it. I’m used to riding rough horses remember? Looks like we are going to have a lot of fun.”
We drove through the back entrance, and then parked. Wyatt parked his truck near the corrals.
“We’ve got to unload the horses first off,” I said to Lydia.
“All right,” she said, opening the door and stepping out.
I walked over to the trailer with Lydia at my side. Abi walked over to Lydia and started talking about the remodel project while my brothers and I unloaded the horses and the pony. We led them over to the corral, and said hello to the operators.
“Welcome Dawson’s. We are very excited to have your help.”
“We wouldn't miss it,” Wyatt said. “We’ve got the horses. These are our calmest ones and will do well for this purpose. We also brought their feed.”
“Great. Go ahead and put them in this corral right here. We’ve got fresh hay and all.”
“Great. Let’s do it. Dylan, Connor!” Wyatt called.
A few moments later we had saddles on the horses and the pony inside the corral. It was then that Lydia saw the sign on the fence.
“Kiddie Rides. This is part of the petting zoo and kiddie park?” she asked me.
“Yes, it is. We always provide some horses for the kids to ride, and this is our work.”
“That is adorable, and not what I was expecting from the legendary Dawson brothers,” she raised her brow at me.
“We are tough on the outside but have soft hearts on the inside. Anything for the kids.”
“This is wonderful. I didn’t know your family was so involved with the community,” she said.
“We try. It just comes with owning the ranch, and we are more than happy to participate. Looks like I have the first shift. Mind sitting around here for a while with me?”
“I wouldn’t miss it, Mr. Connor Dawson. But can I help?” Then she planted a kiss on my cheek. I smiled at her.
She was getting more comfortable with me in public and around my family, even though my brothers and Abi had already wandered off.
“Yes, you can help. I would love that. Team work,” I said to her.
“Alright, what can I do?”
“Well, you can shovel the horse shit that the horses make out here,” I laughed.
“Connor!” she said, slapping my shoulder.
“I’m kidding. See that trough. Can you run the water until it’s full?”
“Yes. Now that I can do.” She gave me another kiss and walked to the fence line to fill the water for the horses. Now, I saw it on her. I saw the farm girl inside of her coming out. She knew what she was doing and I didn’t know why I hadn’t seen it before. I had let the business suit and stiletto heels fool me. Though when I saw her for the first time at the dance hall she was in a cowgirl outfit, and she did know how to do the two-step. I should have known. She was pure country.
By now, the fair was getting into full swing. More and more children were coming to ride the horses and the pony. I had some help from the operator in charge of that specific corral and Lydia was helping out when I needed her. But when she wasn’t, she was sitting on the fence watching, and teasing me. I was having such a good time. Having her there was good, it felt right and comfortable. I could see us doing this together every year. That was not something I’d ever thought of when dating a woman before. Thinking about working the fair next year with Lydia, knowing I would still want her there at my side was a strange feeling.
“All right, I’m here for my shift,” Wyatt said, coming over an hour and a half later. “You two go have some fun.”
“All right. I’ll be back in a couple of hours,” I told him.
“No rush, go have some fun.”
“We will.” Putting my hands on Lydia’s waist, I lifted her off of the fence and sat her on her feet directly in front of me. She was just a few inches away and I wanted to kiss her so badly, but considering we were in the kiddie park, it wouldn’t have been appropriate.
“Ready to go ride that Ferris wheel?”
