Sweet Caroline

by Lissa Matthews

He backed them into the kitchen table, lowered her feet to the floor and yanked at the opening of his jeans. His cock was out, and she was impaled with her panties pulled to the side. One hand in her hair and his mouth was attached at her throat, licking and sucking at the tender skin.

  “Ride me,” he groaned when she squeezed him inside her, when she moaned at the feel of his scruff.

  She ground herself against him, thrust her hips forward, then pulled up until only the head was inside her. His fingers slid down her crack, and one was inserted before he pushed her down his length again.

  “Oh I like that,” she moaned, wiggling against his invasive finger.

  “Good. No teasing me. Fucking ride me dammit. Give me your come, sweet Caroline, and I’ll give you another finger.”

  She nodded and mewled at the promise. Gripping his shoulders, lifting up, sliding back down, grinding, pulling, pushing, taking him, she did as ordered. She rode him. True to his word, a second finger was inserted alongside the first one in her ass, guiding her closer toward the edge.

  “You love the ass play.”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  The digits scissored inside her when she lifted and closed together when she slid back down. She dropped her head to his shoulder and ground her clit between them until the orgasm rushed over her, inside her. Teeth bit into tender skin, and she shivered, answering it with her own bite to his neck.

  “Damn Caroline. What am I gonna do without you?”

  Chapter Eight

  Buck flexed his back and stood straight for the first time in more than an hour. The deck was finally finished, and the entire surface stained. The new storm door was up as was the new frame. Basically, the job at Caroline’s was done. Well, it wasn’t Caroline’s anymore, not when she returned from the lawyer’s office. It would be Derek’s house again.

  Caroline would be bringing a small U-haul trailer back with her too. She’d sold her little compact and bought a used Jeep Grand Cherokee. Buck had gone with her, helped her pick it out and put a trailer hitch on it for her. She figured she might need something a little more sturdy in the area of north Georgia she was moving to instead of the little Focus she drove. He couldn’t argue with her.

  He heard tires crunching on gravel. Caroline was back. Without conscious thought, he smiled. He’d offered to go with her today for support, but she’d said no, preferring to take care of things on her own. Even though she liked knowing someone was there for her, and being able to bounce ideas off them, she wanted to make the life decisions, the new choices herself. That was fine with him. He didn’t own her, just sexually dominated her. He could happily own her though if it was what she wanted or needed, but it wasn’t and he didn’t feel a relationship between them would suffer because of it.

  Their D/s play wasn’t the formal relationship his parents had. His mother deferred to his father on everything, but was fierce when it came to defending their way of life and stood her ground when necessary. There were many things Buck didn’t know about their relationship but he knew the basics—his father adored his mother, and she in turn adored him.

  As he’d told Caroline before, he didn’t even realize anything was different about his family until he was in his teens. It was then he began noticing things and asking questions. His mother was always sweet, supportive, and though she would argue with his father about some things, it was never in front of anyone. His mother wasn’t a pushover either, wasn’t a weakling. She was the strongest woman he knew or had known, until he’d met Caroline.

  They would like each other too. His mother and Caroline. Caroline was learning and growing in her independence, especially with her business and his mother had had her own business as a personal chef for as far back as he could remember. He knew it had started with her selling kitchen tools at one of the home party companies but with encouragement from Buck’s father, it had become so much more.

  His parents were two strong personalities, just as he and Caroline were and he’d hoped he could make it work too. What the hell was he going to do when she left? How would he stay behind? How long was he supposed to give her before following after her? Or was he supposed to wait for her to come back to him?

  With the exception of her office furniture, she’d chosen to leave everything but personal items behind. It surprised him, yet pleased him at the same time that she didn’t want to cling to anything from her past, from her life with Derek save the kinky things he taught her to love.

  Nothing at all had been said between them about his comment after sex that day two weeks ago when he’d wondered aloud what he was going to do without her. Instead, they got up from the kitchen chair and went on about things as they had since the day they met, except now they were lovers and he spent the nights in her bed, tangled in the sheets and her body. He’d purposely left the comment hanging. He didn’t want her to feel pressured, but damn, he didn’t want to let her go. He wasn’t going to beg her, wasn’t going to insist or insinuate himself in her new life. If she asked him to come along, as he’d been hoping she would, he’d drop everything and go. But she’d kept her lips tightly closed on the subject.

  With the tee shirt he’d stuffed in the waistband of his jeans, he wiped the sweat off his face. Caroline was special and something told him he wouldn’t find another like her. More to the point, he didn’t want to find another like her. He wanted her. Period. And she was going to leave in two days… “Shit.”

  He tipped the thermos of water over his head. He was hot from the inside out. She’d used these past weeks to get things going at the cabin. They were expediting the sale for a few reasons, and the couple selling were glad to get what they were asking on it. He was glad Caroline was getting the new home she wanted.

  “You look mighty fine like that.”

  He turned and a slow smile spread across his face. She was in Capri pants today, and he could see the marks around her ankles from the rope bindings used last night. Her neon green painted toes peaked out from her black flat sandals, and her scoop neck sweater dipped down low enough so anyone could see the tops of the beautiful mounds of her breasts. Gazes would be drawn lower still to the nipple rings that stood out against the thin material. She was wearing one of the shelf bras they’d both fallen in love with.

  “You don’t look too bad yourself.” He shook his head, slinging the excess water from it. When he focused on her again, her bottom lip was caught between her teeth and her gaze raked him from head to toe. “So? How’d it go?”

  “I’m free.”

  He nodded. “Did you bring the trailer back with you?”

  “Yeah. I figured I’d start loading it today before it gets dark and finish tomorrow that way I can get on the road bright and early day after.”

  “Need any help?”

  “Of course I need your help. Especially if you’ll do it in only your jeans and work boots.”

  “Anything for you. You know that.”

  “Mmm. Really? Anything? I might have to take you up on that. Maybe I could get you to do it naked.”

  “Only if you’re naked too. But, if we’re talking just bottoms, you have to go topless as well.”

  She flashed him. “If you’re good, maybe I will.”

  “If I’m good? Who’s in charge here?” Buck laughed. “You’ve gotten over the fear of being seen by the neighbors.”

  “They’re not my neighbors anymore. Let Derek deal with it.”

  “Good girl.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me you made the floggers for Derek?”

  The sudden or rather sharp right turn of conversation caught him off guard for a second. He was soon back on the open highway. “I was wondering when you were going to bring that up.”

  “We’ve been a little busy lately, but he mentioned it again today at the lawyer’s office. Wanted to know if you’d made one for us.”

  “I didn’t tell you because… I didn’t want you to think I felt sorry for you or that I was doing this job because I knew once upon a time you
were kinky.”

  “I wouldn’t have. You should know that by now.”

  “I do, and I kind of figured it when we first met, but, I wanted to be sure.”

  “Good.” She advanced on him slowly and had him backed up against the outside wall of the screened-in porch. “How much did you know about Derek and me and the things we did?”

  “I knew enough. He asked me once if I wanted to join in, but, I’d seen you and knew I’d want you all to myself.”

  She grabbed his cock in her hand and squeezed making him suck in a breath. The woman was hell on him, and he loved it. She gave no quarter, gave not an inch when she wanted something from him and she’d use every weapon in her arsenal to get it if she had to, which she didn’t. “You’ve had me all to yourself for months.”

  “I have, indeed, but only being lovers for a few weeks hasn’t been enough.” He paid her back by squeezing her tits through her sweater. The hiss between her teeth, he sucked into his mouth. “I want you, Caroline. I couldn’t imagine wanting to share you. Not with another man and likely not even with another woman. If you need it, fine, I’d give it to you, but…I don’t need it. Not like he did. I don’t need anything like he did. I only want, only need you.” And you’re fucking leaving me.

  He smashed her lips against his in another kiss, a hard kiss, a meaningful kiss. His hunger for her didn’t diminish, ever. Every second of the day he was thinking about her, wanting to be inside her, with her, fucking her, talking to her. He didn’t care. He was so head over heels in love with her and he wasn’t even sure she realized it. He tried showing her with his body, his words, but he was never so direct about it as to utter those all-important three.

  Again, he wouldn’t let her feel pressured, couldn’t let her think he was trying to make her feel bad about leaving. She had to go, but dammit he didn’t want to lose her.

  Derek had been her first, and every partner during their marriage had been more. He didn’t know how many total there were, and he didn’t care. She wasn’t a slut in his eyes, or a loose woman. However, there were good sluts and bad whores. She’d been a swinger with her husband, and he was okay with that. Derek had taught her a lot, helped her find things she enjoyed and wanted and now, it was his turn to expand on it.

  “What are you thinking about? You have me wanting to fuck out here with what your fingers are doing to my nipples.”

  She showed him just how much she wanted to fuck by how she rubbed herself into his cock, by licking at the drops of water still dripping down from his hair onto his shoulders and chest, by holding his balls tight in her hand.

  “I was thinking about sending Derek a thank you note for teaching you so well.”

  “Yes, he was good for something, wasn’t he?”

  “He was, and I’m glad you’re free now. I know you were hurt, and I never wished hurt on you, but I’m glad you divorced him and were available for me.”

  “As we discussed earlier, you could have had me before.”

  “I know. But also, as we discussed, I would have wanted you more than once and for more than a few hours. I would have been trying to have an affair with you just as he had affairs with other women. I wanted you more than that, and I didn’t want to be another nameless cock.”

  “Then I’m glad things turned out the way they did so we could get to know one another. You’ve been very good to me the last few weeks. In all ways.” She dropped her forehead to his chest. “I’m going to miss you.”

  His heart tightened at her words.

  Buck gripped the back of her hair and tilted her head up, nuzzling against her neck, biting the tender skin until she squealed. “I’m going to miss you, too, sweet Caroline,” he whispered. There was so much more he wanted to say, but he couldn’t bring himself to sway her decision and that’s exactly what would happen.

  “So, about helping me with the loading. Topless or naked?”

  Buck laughed and pulled at her sweater. “Topless to start, but I’m sure you know the bra stays.”

  She flipped her top off the rest of the way and gave his cock one last squeeze, making him groan. “You sure you don’t want to do something else before we start? I mean, we might be too tired afterward for any kind of play.”

  “Yeah, right. You’re never too tired for play, and you sure as hell know I’m not.”

  She sashayed into the house by way of the new storm door and knew sure as shit he’d follow. He also knew sure as shit there’d be no loading of the trailer in the next thirty minutes or so either. Unbuttoning his jeans, he turned and went in search of his submissive yet determined and cheeky lover.

  …

  “Where do you want this?”

  Caroline turned to see Buck coming from the garage with one of her foldable worktables. True to his word, he was shirtless and true to hers, she was topless. She was fairly invisible to anyone that might come up the drive unless they walked to the opening of the trailer. For the last hour, they’d been packing her office and were beginning to load it. His come was soaking the inside of her jeans, and her ass throbbed from the glass dildo he’d inserted in it while fucking her. She’d screamed at the stretching, but once she calmed enough to breathe deeply, to listen to his dark magic voice, the pain diminished into discomfort, which then became pressure. Delicious, filling pressure she could still feel even though he’d pulled it out the second she started to orgasm.

  “I guess against the back wall over here.” She pointed into the trailer. “There’s gonna be plenty of room even after we get it all in.”

  She watched the line of Buck’s back as he lowered the table. The definition of his muscles when he moved. The strength lying just beneath the surface of his skin. Every inch of his body was solid. He worked hard every day, never went to the gym, but worked outside or inside, very physical from morning until night. Unless of course he was fucking her, which happened quite often. His stamina was much better than hers, but she’d noticed some additional flexibility and limberness in her body over the last few weeks.

  “Done staring at my ass?”

  “I wasn’t staring at your ass. I was staring at other parts of you, but now that you mention it, turn around.” Her gaze traveled from the back of his neck, down over his shoulder blades, his back, and ended at his oh so perfect ass. In jeans it was delicious to look at, naked it was a work of art and bore scratches and nail marks from their most recent romp.

  She slipped her hands into his jeans and squeezed said perfect ass. “Ever had anything inside you?”

  “No.”

  “Ever been curious?”

  “Nope. Why? You want to put on a strap-on and fuck me?”

  “I’d never thought about it before, but…”

  He looked over his shoulder at her. “You just want to get me back for the dildo.”

  Caroline laughed and stood on her tiptoes, placing a kiss on his cheek, rubbing her pointed nipples against him. The sexual freedom, the general freedom to be herself with him overwhelmed her at times. He accepted her for who she was and what she wanted and gave her what she needed. Dominance and freedom both at the same time. She wasn’t lying earlier when she admitted she would miss him. Leaving him might just break her heart, but she couldn’t ask him to come with her. She couldn’t take him away from his business or his friends. She couldn’t let him think she was dependent on him, that she couldn’t stand to be on her own. “Maybe.”

  “Well, maybe I’ll think about it, for you. But, given that you’re leaving soon I doubt I’ll change my mind by then.”

  “I guess I’ll have to be happy with knowing you might have considered it.”

  “Good girl. Now, stop fondling me so I can get the other tables and your desk loaded.”

  “But you like when I fondle you.”

  “Yes, I do. And you like it when I hop to when you want something done.”

  “True.” She released his butt from her grasp and stepped back. “Now, get to it.”

  He swatted her ass as he stepped down f
rom the trailer. “Brat. You’ll pay for that.”

  Caroline giggled. “I can’t wait.”

  They worked on the loading and moving a few of the larger boxes out to the garage until it started getting dark. Once the lights she had on timers came on, she locked the trailer for the night. There were parts of this house and her life in it she would miss, like when she and Derek first bought it, when she got to decorate it, when she learned about sexual pleasure and play, and when she realized she could stand on her own without a man. Derek had been a huge part of her life, had been her life for so many years, but it was time for a new and different chapter.

  She loved taking care of a man and seeing to his needs and desires, but she knew there was a way to do it while taking care of herself at the same time. She’d learned that in the few weeks she’d been intimate with Buck. Maybe it was because she was moving that he didn’t make any demands on her. Maybe it was because he didn’t want to take her all-important independence away from her or make her choose between giving it up or losing him. She didn’t know, but she was happy with the way things had evolved between them and had a feeling that were she staying, they’d continue and find a way to make things work. He was a keeper of a man and if she were honest with herself, she would admit to wanting to keep him, to wanting him to keep her.

  “Caroline? You okay?”

  “Yeah. Just looking at the stars. It’s a beautiful night out.”

  “It is. Interested in sharing a shower before dinner?”

  “Oh I would love to.”

  Yeah, she wanted to keep him, wanted to keep them and build on what had started in the adult store. Or did it start in the Lowe’s? It didn’t matter either way. She loved him.

  She walked up the driveway to the door that led into the house from the garage. Buck already had the shower running in her bathroom, and she stripped off the bra, toed off her shoes, shed her pants and panties and walked into the steaming room to see him leaning against the tiled wall, stroking his cock.

  Damn the man was hot. “Need some help with that?”