by Christa Wick
"You can look, but I want to see, too." He rose up onto his knees, his torso leaning slightly back as he gazed down on me. One finger trailed along my breast, pushing the lace from it. "Take this off, Sweet Tea."
Feeling all elbows and knees, I stripped the rest of my blouse away, followed by the bra. Staring at my breasts, Hawk placed one hand beneath my neck, forcing it to arch as the other bunched my skirt up around my hips so he could palm my mound.
"Hold them for me, Ginny." His thumb hooked my mouth, dragging my head to the side. "Play with those lovely pink nipples for me."
His words had me soaking through my panties. I only got wetter once I started pinching at the tips, pulling them taut as his thumb tapped slowly against the fabric covering my clit. My hips started to dance. I wanted to close my eyes from the sheer pleasure of it, but didn't want to stop looking at Hawk. My gaze jumped from the broad, sculpted chest up to the intense beauty of his eyes, down to his rippled abdomen then a quick cut to the side where veins bulged in his forearm, its dusting of hair leading down to the hand that gripped my pussy.
With Hawk's thumb still hooking my mouth, I nibbled and sucked at it in an attempt to control the need plucking at every nerve in my body. His head rolled back against his shoulders, his eyes drifting shut. He bit at his lip, his stomach muscles pulling tight at the same time.
The head of his erection poked from beneath the waistband of his jeans. Seeing the tip, so big and with a translucent bead pearling at the slit, I bit at Hawk's thumb. He looked down. I licked the pad of his thumb as I stared up at him with eyes I hoped were as innocent and pleading as they were green.
He descended on me, hands stripping my skirt and underwear away as he planted hard kisses on my neck and mouth before fastening on one nipple. His hands gripped my hips, the hold loose so I could push my dripping mound against his hard, flat stomach. He coaxed me into riding him like that until I came, jerking and moaning softly.
That's when he moved down to capture my swollen and tender clit between his teeth. His fingertips smoothed along my thighs, lightly raked the red hairs covering my mound as his face nestled more fully between my labia. His eyes were closed at first, like a calf happily sucking at a teat. When he did open them and stared past the red halo of my hair to focus on my face, it was like an electric shock zipping through my body. Pleasure began to cascade from my core, crashing and grinding against my bones.
I called out to Hawk, murmuring his name as my hands abandoned my breasts and I knotted my fingers in his hair. He didn't let my climax stop or ease. His fingers pushed into me, three thick, wiggling, stroking digits that brought me to a new crescendo and another until I melted into a puddle of wet, twitchy nerves.
My eyes glued shut and heavy, I heard him strip his jeans away, the belt buckle bouncing against the hardwood floor. I went from prying my eyes open to gawking at the sight of him.
And the size of him.
"Sweet Tea, you said something about a time or two. I need to know what that meant."
I shook my head, looked away. The whole thing was embarrassing. I'd had a heavy petting session and…well—something more involved—with a fellow student during my second semester of taking classes in Midland.
"Two lovers?" he pressed, his hands massaging my calves.
My head shake was a little more vehement. Whether he meant two at once or two total, neither applied. Between Bobby Jackson, who didn't so much as touch my breasts, and my two-week boyfriend at Midland, I had played the fool enough to last me a lifetime.
So why was I in Hawk's bed? Why had I rubbed my pussy all over the hard plates of his abdomen and sucked his fingers inside me?
Growling, Hawk pushed my thighs wide apart and held them down.
"Not going to answer? Fine, time for a guessing game. I'm going to make a statement. If I'm right, I don't get to lick this sweet pussy. If I'm wrong, I lick it three times. Deal?"
What the hell kind of game was he playing at?
14
Ginny
According to the twisted rules of his game, he got nothing for being right, but got a penalty for being wrong, with the penalty in question being licking me.
He thought that was punishment?
I scowled at him.
"Baby, get out of your head. Just nod to show you understand the rules and are willing to play honestly."
I hesitated a beat then answered with a single, curt nod.
"You have only been sexually intimate with one male other than me."
"Correct," I snapped, my hips wiggling because he didn't get it wrong.
"That intimacy included French kissing."
"Hawk McKinley, what—"
He shut me up with a hard squeeze of my knee.
"Correct."
"But you didn't let him touch your breasts."
I rolled my eyes before answering. "Wrong. He touched them."
Though his eyes narrowed slightly at my extended answer, his voice was still teasing when he said, "Guess I'll have to take my penalty, won't I, Sweet Tea?"
Getting mad enough my shoulders were starting to tremble, I said nothing.
His chest flattening against the mattress, Hawk took three excruciatingly slow licks.
One…
Two…
Three…
"Oh," I whispered, my pussy starting to melt.
"He sucked at your nipples."
"Wrong," I huffed. The idiot had only given me a few rough squeezes and a hard pinch before I had a chance to get wet.
"I would have sucked your nipples, baby," Hawk said before taking the next penalty.
"One," he counted off after an extremely long swipe punctuated by an equal amount of time spent sucking at the dangle of my clit.
"Two—"
A moan vibrated through me. I was going to die if he got the next guess right.
"Can we stop playing?" I asked, my request bordering on the edge of full-blown begging.
He ignored me and just murmured, "Three," his tongue flicking up and down this time before he finished the lick.
I was still reeling when he launched straight into his next guess. "He didn't rub this sweet, achy pussy."
"You already know the answer to that," I accused.
"I suppose I did. Still. Penalty for me," he replied wickedly.
Lick…
Lick…
Lick…
"I’m guessing he had a big cock. Because that’s what it’d take to satisfy you."
"He had a pencil," I growled.
Hawk didn't take the penalty, just stared at me until I met his gaze.
"You wishing it was him between your legs right now?"
That sounded like a genuine question—like he wasn’t playing any more. I shook my head so hard my hair bounced around the pillows.
He had my emotions almost as exposed and raw as my nerve endings. I couldn’t seem to control it, my gaze misted but I managed not to cry as I told him truthfully, “I want you…only you, Hawk…please, I'm all wet now. I want to, need to know what it feels like to have you inside me."
Still silent as the Sphinx, he kissed one thigh then the other before he left the bed and went into the master bathroom. A paper bag flashed into view as he upended the contents on the counter. I heard the rip of cardboard and the crinkle of foil and then he returned with an unopened condom wrapper and a metal tube that looked like something a pharmacy might hand out.
"Lube," he explained, squirting some of the clear contents onto his fingers.
I expected him to put the condom on first and smear the outside of it with the thick liquid, but he smoothed it around his fingers and slid them into me.
"Hold your labia apart, Sweet Tea."
My hands shook as I moved to obey. I would never admit it, but I loved him calling me Sweet Tea. It was something I could pretend he had only ever used with me.
Hawk rubbed the coated pads of his fingertips against my clit, along its side then down to my opening. The fingers thrust gentl
y in and out, moving in quarter rotations. My hips took up the same rhythm.
Hooking my gaze, he trailed his index finger all the way down to that other hole.
"You let him touch you here."
I shook my head so hard it nearly fell off my shoulders. Hawk winked, his mouth descending to cover my clit. This time he didn't take three licks, he just sucked and gnawed as his index finger pushed inexorably into that other hole.
And then he took his three—not licks but strokes, right there, my entire being locked tight around him, my clit vibrating against his questing tongue and teeth.
"Oh…oh…" Words that would have had me washing my mouth out with soap lined up at the back of my throat but all that came out was a long, wheezy squeak as I climaxed.
The next moment of awareness I had was hearing the sound of the condom wrapper crinkling. I forced my eyes open just in time to see Hawk sheath his cock and slather it with more lube.
"Stay with me, love."
He ran the length of his shaft across my clit, dipped down to tease beneath the hood with his fat crown, then dipped again to press gently against my opening. I bit down on my bottom lip, my hips squirming recklessly, trying to push onto the big head. As ready as every other molecule of my body was, the mouth of my pussy was locked up tight.
Hawk reached between us, slid two lube slickened fingers inside me.
"Baby, every time you orgasm you swell tighter," he rasped. "It's as locked down as Fort Knox."
I wiggled, thrust, reached between us and tried to wrap my hands around his cock. Hawk parried the move by leaning forward and taking one straining nipple between his teeth. I pulled back, whimpered my surrender.
"It's okay if it hurts this time," I groaned.
"No, love. It isn't."
Damn, his gaze was so sincere. It tore straight through me.
"Then what do I do?" I asked. "How can I help?"
He looked around the bed then seized both of the thick pillows.
"Lift this sweet ass up," he ordered.
My hips shot toward the ceiling in immediate compliance. He stuffed the pillows beneath me, spread my legs with measured precision then gently probed my upward tilting pussy with two—then three—fingers.
Ecstasy shut my eyes. I opened them again as he used the fingers to spread my opening and wedge the tip of his erection at my gate.
"Ooh…"
"Yeah," he rasped. "You feel like Heaven, sweet Ginny."
Showing a patience that far exceeded my own, Hawk pushed a little deeper and a little deeper still, pushing and waiting for me to adjust until he was buried all the way in. Then he pushed his hands beneath my back and curled them around my shoulders so that our bodies were cinched tightly together.
His forehead rested lightly against mine, forcing me to close my eyes or go blind. He kissed me, slow and sensual, controlling my mouth the same way his cock commanded my pussy. Long thrusts, a swivel, our breath mingling, body heat penetrating one another.
Fire blazed through my limbs. He swelled bigger or I got tighter. I could feel the fat head stroking resolutely inside me. Balls deep then at the gate, the pace quickening and slowing according to the moans and grunts leaving me.
I wiggled, whipped. My pussy knotted around him, the muscles coiling like cords to secure him inside me. We ground together. Circle, push, pull, the big head lodged deeper each time.
"Hold me tight, love." He kissed my neck, my mouth, my eyes. "Don't let me go, stay with me, Ginny, stay with me…"
I squeezed, wrapped my legs across his back, used the leverage to cinch and slide, up and down, Hawk no longer determining the pace as I went wild.
He peeled my legs off him, gripped the inside of my thighs and pinned me open. Retaking command, he slowed his thrusts, waited until I mewled and begged before pushing the fat pommel through me. When he pulled back, he pulled all the way out, leaving me, forcing his way back in, my clit slid up and down as I tried to suck and trap him all the way in.
He took me harder, hands and gaze holding me down as I squirmed against the building tension. I cried gibberish, squeezed at my breasts, begged him for a kiss he didn't tender.
Squeezing, thrusting, all the breath gone from my body, the strokes relentless, hitting that spot over and over.
One strike.
Another.
One more, just one more…
One…please…everything trembling…one…just one…
I exploded with a scream, felt Hawk's release a heartbeat later, his big cock jerking as he filled the condom. The waves rocked me, my body rolling and twitching at the same time.
He draped his torso over mine, weighing me down, anchoring me. Our lips touched, parted to one another. We melded together in a slow kiss, hours passing before we disentangled and Hawk took me home.
15
Ginny
Was I in love with Hawk before I first spread my legs for him? I'm not sure, but I was certain over the course of the next few weeks that I had fallen hard for my boss. His overextended visit showed no sign of ending. He spent more time in the office and less of it on the phone.
We kept tiptoeing around—my choice, not his. Even Red seemed clueless, and few things escaped his attention. Beau and Momma were certain I had started seeing someone, but they didn't push me to identify my lover. The way Beau acted around Hawk, I knew big brother didn't even consider him a likely candidate for the role.
Stolen as they were, my moments with Hawk were sweeter and stronger than anything I had ever felt. Better than that first bud of spring or the first hot day of summer or that cool September breeze that finds its way into August. That's what a girl's first real love is like—at least it was for me.
It had to end, of course. Good times always do.
Arriving early to the worksite the last Monday in August, Hawk called me into his office. We hadn't seen each other over the weekend and need hummed through my body when he told me to lock the door. I did, and then I let him pull me onto his lap. His hand cradled my face as he greeted me with a long, sensuous kiss that had me sighing into him, my body floating in his embrace.
"Invite me to dinner, Sweet Tea." He brushed his nose alongside mine, his gaze and the set of his mouth tense as he studied my expression. He had made the same request on Friday, refusing to see me again until Monday after I demurred.
"Invite me, Ginny. I won't ask again."
I didn't want to think about what he meant by saying that. A man like Hawk wasn't used to being denied, particularly by the sweet little hick who was all too happy to let him have his way with her in all other things.
I didn't want to lose him. I wanted him to keep on touching me forever, his hands turning the lumpy clay of my body into something beautiful and alluring that only he could sculpt.
The magic would end the second I introduced him to the world as my lover. I felt it all the way down to the marrow in my bones. People like Cherry Thompson and Bobby Jackson would want to know what a man like Hawk saw in a girl like me.
Even Momma, Daddy and Beau, as much as they loved me and thought I was perfect just as I am, would wonder why a man who could have any woman he desired—a woman who was beautiful, educated, worldly and successful—would choose Virginia Kelly from Tupperville, Texas.
They'd tell me to be careful. They'd tell me Hawk was only using me for my body, that I needed to get over my crush and find a local boy, one who wouldn't eventually hurt and abandon me. Every last fleeting doubt that had run through my head those last few weeks would come spilling out of their mouths.
"Ginny." Hawk kissed me, putting all the mastery at his command into the way his tongue curled inside my mouth and his teeth gnawed gently at my bottom lip, his thumb stroking my cheek until it was wet with tears.
"Baby, I'm not losing you. All this hiding needs to stop."
I pressed my face against his chest, nodding and sniffling. He was asking me to take a chance, to trust him. I loved him, so I had to.
"Just let me figur
e out how I'm going to break it to Momma and Daddy."
He laughed softly. "Love, it's not bad news."
"No," I whispered, my body awash with the same sweet thrill I got each time he called me love. "But it is big news."
"Okay." Relenting, he turned me until my face pointed up at his and he could kiss me again. "But you need to do it soon."
I nodded. Hearing the rumble of Red's truck, I got up, wiped the evidence of my tears away and went back to my desk.
Actually doing any work at my desk proved impossible that morning. Lucky for me, I'd eliminated all the little inefficiencies in the office that had always buried Red's earlier clerks under week-old logs. Nothing piled up anymore.
When Hawk and Red left a little before lunch to check on several rigs, I started rehearsing what I was going to tell Momma and Daddy. I even practiced the words out loud so I wouldn't trip over my own tongue when the time came. I needed to project confidence, leaving no question as to what Hawk saw in their daughter.
He saw what they saw.
He saw me.
The big, stupid grin on my face faltered the second the office door opened and I recognized the man standing in the doorway as Harrison McKinley. I forced a fresh smile and started reaching for the radio.
"I'll let Hawk know you're here, Mr. McKinley. Would you like to go into his—"
"I'm not here to see my son, Miss Kelly. I'm here to see you."
Cheese and crackers!
That did not sound good. All the air left the room and my vision started to narrow.
"About what, Mr. McKinley?"
I winced at the mousey squeak of my voice and fretted over my grammar. Father and son were Harvard men. I don't think Hawk noticed or cared when I slipped, he was too busy watching my lips and thinking about all the things I could do with them.
Not appropriate, Virginia Kelly, not now!
Right. I blushed, felt the blood heating and coloring my skin from my scalp all the way down to my toes. Every last drop of that blood retreated when Harrison McKinley reached into his pocket and withdrew a small object that he placed on my desk.
