by Hamel, B. B.
“Why do you do that?” she asks breathlessly. “How do you do that?”
“It’s easy,” I say. “I just do what you like.”
She giggles, slightly flushed and sweating just a little bit. “But how do you know?”
I shrug and slowly unbuckle my belt. I take it off while her eyes stare at me. She knows what’s coming. She knows that was just the start.
“I can feel it,” I say softly. “I can taste it. I know what you like even before you like it. And that’s just the start, my little Holly.”
I get my belt off and slide my pants down. I take them off before tossing them aside. Finally I take off my boxer briefs and kneel there in front of her, my big cock throbbing hard in my hand. I slowly stroke myself, head cocked.
“What do you want?” she asks softly. “I’ll give you what you want.”
“I know you will.” I reach forward and tilt her chin toward me. “Don’t worry. I’m going to take it.”
I kiss her and she moans into my kiss before going down on all fours. I sit up on my knees while she takes my cock into her mouth. She swallows it deep, letting my thick head thrust into her throat. I reach over her lean back and down to her ass. I can just feel her dripping wet pussy as I dip a finger inside… then roll it up to her ass. She moans as I slip my finger, pussy-wet, deep inside her.
She wiggles her hips and keeps sucking my cock as I push my finger in and out of her tight little ass. “I bet you’ve never taken a man like this before,” I say.
“No,” she gasps, pulling back. She sits up and my finger falls aside. I pull her body against mine and kiss her before pushing her onto her back.
I rip her panties off, losing myself in the savage moment. I spread her legs wide and press my cock against her gaping, dripping entrance. She arches her back as I sink myself inside, her eyes burning into mine. She’s growling, purring like a cat, and I slowly slide myself in and out of her. God damn, her pussy lips grip my cock solid as I stroke in and stroke out, fucking her deep and slow.
I move forward and kiss her lips and thrust deep inside. I’m filling her up, stretching her out. I can feel her tensing against me, gasping in pleasure and pain. I pin her hands above her head and fuck her like that, thrusting deep inside, making her breasts bounce.
I bite her lip, tease her nipples with my tongue. I savage her, ravage her, take her how I want to take her. I taste her skin, her tongue, her lips. I thrust deep inside her cunt and I’m not gentle or kind.
She knows I need what I need. She knows she’ll give it to me.
I pull back and drag her along with me. I let her straddle me. I love watching her move back down along my shaft, shivering as I fill her up. I cup her breasts and lick her nipples, getting them nice and hard and cherry red. She rides me like that and I lean back on my elbows. I want to admire her, stare at her body, at her thick, luscious hair, her perky breasts bouncing with each movement of her muscular legs. I reach back to spank her ass and she gasps and loves it.
I spank her harder again and again. She keeps riding me, hands on my chest, breasts pushed together. She’s lost in this moment, I can see it in her eyes. She’s so lost in the pleasure she doesn’t know what to do.
I slap her ass again and sit up. I kiss her, bite her lip. I squeeze her breasts roughly, pull her hair. She gasps when I pull her off me and put her on all fours, turning her around.
“Wiggle those hips,” I say. “Let me see your ass. Let me see your pussy drip down.”
She looks over her shoulder, red with embarrassment, but she does what I ask. She wiggles her hips and shakes her ass for me as I stroke my cock, still wet from her pussy. Sure enough, she’s dripping, rolling down along her thigh.
I grab her hips and pull her toward me. I push her upper body down, keeping her ass in the air. She stretches out, lean and long, grabbing onto the sheets as I slide my cock deep into her cunt.
Fucking hell, she feels good. I fuck her like that, rough and unforgiving. I fuck her harder and faster, slapping into her ass, clapping up against her perfect, perky ass. She’s tight and taut and she’s moaning like she needs more, needs every inch.
I give it to her, every single fucking inch. I slide my cock in and out and she’s moaning, begging my name as my cock plunges into her recklessly. I slap her ass again, again, and I know I’ll leave bruises, handprints. I want her to walk funny for a week. I want her to think about my cock between her legs every time she takes a fucking step.
I fuck her rough until I feel that glow and I know I’m getting close. Her body’s tense, readying for another orgasm, but I need one more thing. I pull my cock back and spread her ass wide. I lean forward and tongue her, licking her pussy then her ass, getting her nice and wet.
She groans and looks over her shoulder at me as I press my cock against her ass. Her eyes go wide and I smirk at her. “Every inch,” I say.
She nods once, biting her lip. I spit into my palm, work it along the length of my cock, then press it against her ass and sink it slowly in.
She gasps and throws her head back. I take it slow and easy at first, slowly filling her up, letting her get used to the sensation.
And damn, does it feel good. She’s so tight and warm, her ass virgin and ready for me. I fuck her deep and slowly move back. We go like that for a while, getting into it slowly, getting her used to it before I start to fuck her faster again.
I need her body, her tight little body. I reach around her hips and rub her clit as I fuck her ass. I fuck her faster, thrusting deeper, taking every single inch of her, just like I promised I would. She’s moaning, gasping, begging my name. I work her clit faster, faster, and she keeps taking my cock over and over.
I know she’s going to come. I know it and I can’t stop myself. I keep thrusting, working her clit, letting my orgasm build. We’re sweating, panting, gasping. It’s almost there, almost, so fucking close.
And then her body stiffens and she practically screams my name.
I know she’s coming. I know she’s coming and fuck, I can’t stop. I fuck her savage and rough, cock fucking deep into her ass, and I explode my own orgasm inside of her.
I come hard into her tight little ass, her virgin ass, and she gasps. She comes and moans and moves her hips as I fill her up, both of us lost in it. I can’t feel anything but my cum filling her and it’s heaven.
Slowly, so slowly, we finish. I fall back and she collapses onto my chest. We’re breathing hard like we just rode for miles.
“Wow,” she finally says. “I never knew...”
“You’d like that?”
“Yeah.” She blushes. “I really did. Especially the last part.”
“You liked it when I came inside your ass.”
“Don’t say it.” She blushes more.
“No need to be shy.” I kiss her gently and we both laugh, giddy with it, feeling stupid and good and happy.
I hold her tight. I have work I should be doing but I don’t care about that. We’re staying here tonight, I already decided. I have more I want from her, more ways to make her come, more ways to make her smile and feel good.
And I’m going to give her everything I have.
13
Holly
I swear, I’m in heaven.
This little cabin in the middle of nowhere, completely self-sufficient and self-contained, has to be heaven. I don’t know anywhere else where I could feel so…
So happy. And so good.
He makes me dinner, just a pasta dish with local vegetables, but it’s delicious. We talk and drink beer and laugh and I forget all about where we are and what time it is. The sun sinks down and the darkness blankets the ranch but I’m safe and cozy and warm with Connor in our own little paradise.
“I should come up here more often,” he says as we sit on the porch together. I have a blanket wrapped around my shoulders and he’s sipping a beer with a smile on his face. The porch light is on, everything running on a solar-electric power generator.
“Yea
h? You like it up here all alone?”
He grunts and sighs. “Okay, maybe not alone.”
“If you want me to come out here with you again, you can just say so.”
He laughs and smirks at me. “How about you move in here?”
I laugh a little but there’s something serious behind his expression. “Maybe,” I say. “I bet you’d like that. Keep me up in that loft and come over whenever you want to use me.”
“Sounds hot,” he says.
I shiver a little bit, but not from the cold. “Okay, yeah, it kind of does.”
He laughs and I see a little glint in his eyes. I bet he’d like nothing more than to have me up in this cabin, just dripping wet and waiting for him at all hours…
And god, I’m sick, but that does sound pretty amazing.
He leans across the space between us and I kiss him softly. I’m a little sore from him fucking me earlier but I can already feel my pulse racing, ready to take him again, take him deep and—
Suddenly there’s a noise in the distance. It’s a loud boom and a pop, echoing up through the valley. Connor sits bolt upright.
“What was that?” I ask him. “Fireworks?”
“No fireworks around here,” he says, getting to his feet. He drops his beer bottle. It clatters onto the wood and rolls away, spilling onto the grass. “That’s gunfire.”
I feel a stab of fear run through me. He looks at me, his eyes clouded. “Stay here.”
“Wait.”
He’s already walking off toward the ATVs, moving fast. I follow after him, the blanket dropping onto the grass behind me.
“Connor, wait. Why would there be gunfire? What’s going on?”
“Stay here,” he barks again. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“Connor, please.”
He gets to his ATV and opens a bag on the side. He pulls out a pistol, a large revolver, and checks to make sure it’s loaded. He closes the chamber and slides it into his waistband. I stare at him, horrified. He looks back somberly.
“Stay here,” he says again.
“No. I’m coming with you.”
“It’s dangerous and I’m not having you get hurt.”
“Please. I can’t stay here. I could help. I’m a doctor.”
He struggles with that for a moment but clearly he knows it’s a good point. “Fine. Stay close. Don’t do anything stupid.”
We jump onto our ATVs, fire them up, and ride.
We’re twenty minutes from the main house and the shots keep coming, getting louder as we drive. It’s insane and I know it goes against everything to drive toward the gunfire, but I can’t help it. My heart’s racing, thinking about the people back at the ranch.
Faye, Bryant, Violet, Tina, Jessie, Carter, the three young cowboys. They’re all good people and they’d never attack someone, not like this. Whoever’s out there shooting, they have to be the aggressors.
I’m afraid for them. I’m afraid of what they’re doing. Those cowboys might be shooting back for all I know. People could be dead or dying.
I got out of the doctor world because I was afraid of what it would turn me into. But if I turn this ATV around and don’t head into danger to help people that I think of as friends, well, I’d hate that person. I’d never forgive myself.
So I’m going to use my doctor skills for good, even if I left that world behind. I’m still a doctor at heart.
My stomach’s in knots as we tear over a rise and Connor skids to a stop. I slam my brakes and stop next to him, just behind a slightly rocky outcropping. The gunshots are louder now, much louder, more like constant sonic booms instead of distant firework bangs.
“Come on,” he says, getting off his vehicle. “On foot from here.”
I follow him and we jog over to the outcropping. He leans up against them and looks down into the valley where the main house is. I’m scared as hell, practically shaking, but I force myself down on that rock next to him.
We stare down into the valley and at first I think it’s on fire. I think the whole place is burning down to the ground. But quickly I realize that there are just individual bonfires, probably hay bales, burning all over the horse paddock and all down the rocky lane. There are ATVs down there with their lights on high and little fire bursts coming up from them like sparklers.
“Fuck,” Connor says. “Four of them.”
I blink and try to count, but I swear there are twenty, fifty, a hundred of them. As I watch, he’s right, there are only four ATVs down in the valley, riding around.
“What are they doing?” I ask him.
“I’m not sure,” he grunts. “Those fires are definitely hay bales, no clue how they got out there. And they don’t seem like they’re actually shooting at anything.”
I watch for another few seconds and he’s right. They’re shooting up into the air, away from the buildings.
“Come on,” he says, getting up. “We have to go down there.”
“Wait, Connor.” I hesitate and hate myself for it. I wish I were brave and strong but those men have guns and there are burning bales of hay and it’s like hell down there in the valley.
He looks back at me and there’s no fear in his eyes. I can see the football captain in him now, but more than that. I can see the rancher, the man, the friend, the lover.
“You can stay,” he says. “You should stay. But I have to go.”
Without another word, he turns and starts down the rocky hill toward the main house.
“Shit,” I yell, jumping up, and running after him.
We hurry down together, running as fast as we can, though mostly falling forward. I pray I don’t hit a rock and end up flat on my face. I’m not sure I’d survive it.
We’re moving fast, out of control, but we hit the bottom and keep running. The house isn’t far away and the gunshots sound like explosions down here. I can barely control my fear as Connor sprints forward. I stay as close to him as I can. When we get nearer the house, he turns back to me, grabs me by the shoulders, pulls me forward. He half covers me with his body and hustles me to the back door.
“It’s me!” he shouts over the gunshots, banging on the door. “Open the fuck up!”
The door swings open and Bryant’s there, face flat, a rifle in his hands. He stares at Connor for a second. “Took you long enough,” he says emotionless. I don’t know how the man’s not freaking out right now. I’m practically hyperventilating.
“Anyone hurt?” Connor grunts as we’re ushered inside.
“No,” Bryant says. “This started after they got back from work. We were eating when the hay went up and we were about to go put out the fires when the shooting started.”
“And they’ve been doing this for how long?”
“Half hour now,” he says, shaking his head. “It’s insane. A lot of wasted bullets.”
I gape at him. “Wasted bullets? That’s what you’re thinking about?”
He just shrugs and looks at Connor. “We were waiting for you.”
Connor nods and we walk swiftly into the main room. To my relief, everyone’s there. Faye and Carter and Jessie are huddled together in the kitchen while the cowboys and cowgirls are all holding rifles and looking angry as well.
“We gotta get out there,” Tina snaps as soon as Connor comes in. “We can’t let them do this.”
“They’ve been itching for a fight,” Bryant says softly to Connor as they approach the angry-looking group.
“They’re riding around our fucking land,” Michael growls. “Taunting us.”
“We have to go out there,” Tina says. “God damn it, Bryant. When did you turn into such a pussy?”
Bryant shoots the girl a look and she shuts her mouth.
“Calm down, everyone,” Connor growls. “Nobody goes out there without my permission, you fucking hear me?”
“We don’t need it,” Dale says softly.
“You damn well do if you ever want to work this land again,” Connor snaps, stepping up to the young man. He grab
s the rifle from Dale’s hands and shoves the boy back. “You’re, what, eighteen? You ever shoot this thing before?”
“I know how to shoot,” Dale says.
Connor looks around, holding Dale’s rifle. “Any of you ever shoot a person before? Ever fucking kill a man?”
“No,” Tina says. “But neither have they.”
“That doesn’t matter. Are they shooting to kill you right now?”
Tina hesitates. “They’re burning the ranch,” she says.
“They’re burning hay bales,” Connor shoots back. “I saw from the rise back there. They’re riding around, shooting into the air, and burning hay. They want to scare us into coming out and doing something stupid.”
“No,” Michael argues. “They wouldn’t be that dumb. We could kill one of them.”
“You ever know a Bell boy to be smart about his plan?” Connor shoots back, shaking his head. “Listen to me. We have to wait it out. If one of you goes out and gets killed, I can’t live with myself. Or worse, if one of you goes out and kills one of them, you won’t be able to live with yourself.” Connor clenches the rifle in his hands and shakes his head. “We fucking stay put and wait.”
Everyone stares at Connor for a second and he stares back. I can feel the weight of his words settle on the people there as he glares at them, daring anyone to step out of line.
Finally, Tina turns away with a huff and sits down at the table, her rifle pointing barrel-down beside her. One by one, the others joins her.
Connor looks back at Bryant. “Come with me,” he says, and the two men leave the room.
I hang back and watch as the others glare at each other. I can feel the tension in here. The cowboys and cowgirls still want to get out there and fight for Connor, but they won’t do it if he won’t let them, that much is obvious. But the fact that they’re willing to do it for him says so much about the kind of man he’s become.
“Good of you to show up,” Faye says, sidling up next to me. “Wasn’t sure you would.”
“I wouldn’t leave you all here,” I say.
