Best in Show

by Lilliana Rose

  “I want you in me.” She breathed hard.

  “Not yet.”

  She sighed impatiently. He laughed softly, returning his lips to her breast and sucking. Gentle noises of pleasure escaped from her lips as he worked his mouth over her breast, her hips rocked against his in the same motion.

  He moved his fingers down the side of her body, gliding them over her curvy shape, over her thigh, then pushed under her skirt. His touch hot on her skin left a trail of wanting as he moved up her thigh, closer to her sweet spot which was becoming wetter and wetter the closer he came.

  He brushed his hand over her mound, a shiver ran up from his touch, her muscles clenched uncontrollably for a few pulses. Her breath caught in her throat and for a moment she thought she’d tip over the edge into a delightful orgasm.

  “Hmmm, you are ready.” He nuzzled his lips into her neck, his breath tickling her skin between kisses.

  “You should get in me then, it’s not polite to keep a girl waiting.”

  “Oh, I reckon you want to keep waiting just a little longer.”

  “Ah-uh.”

  Her thoughts disappeared in a heady sensation as his fingers slipped under her panties, stroking the outside of her sex before plunging inside of her. She gasped, gripped onto his waist as her muscles clenched around his finger, pulsing with want to be pushed over the edge.

  He moved his finger out, stoked the length of her sex a few times before slipping inside of her once more, then repeating. Her hips moved in time with his, gradually getting faster and harder, wanting to feel him deeper inside of her to take as much pleasure as she could handle. And she was sure she could handle so much more. With an orgasm on the edge, her body began to convulse and her breath quickened. Her hands bunched his shirt either side of his hips as she held back not wanting to tip over into bliss yet.

  She looked into his dark eyes. The desire was strong, reflected back at her, and it fueled her further. It was like she’d gone up a few gears, revving hard and holding back. He thrust two fingers inside of her, rougher, the thickness pushed on her sensitive muscles, the motion-filled her with pleasure. She closed her eyes, trying to concentrate at keeping on the edge, her body rocked with determination as he kept his fingers moving back and forth. Then he pressed his lips on hers and the last bit of her resolve broke and her body shuddered with pleasure, convulsing around his fingers.

  He smiled. Slowly withdrawing his hand from between her legs. She wobbled from the motion, her head dizzy with the aftereffects of the orgasm which was still rattling through her.

  “You felt good.”

  Her muscles pulsed with the remains of the bliss. “Now, I want you in me.” She moved her hands over his shoulders and kissed him, hard, with purpose. His yeasty beer taste filled her mouth.

  The sound of footsteps in the carpark caused them to break the kiss. Zoe looked over his shoulder, relieved to see that the people were getting into their car and weren’t that close. But, they were close enough if they had glanced this way to know what it was getting out of control between them.

  “This isn’t quite private enough.” Zoe sighed, returning her attention to Max, pressing her lips down his neck, enjoying his salty taste. “And I want you.”

  She ground her hips against his, feeling his hardness return. Adjusting her balance, she reached down to unbuckle his belt.

  The car started up. Part of her thought about stopping, but another couldn’t. She wanted to properly finish what they had begun. And as far as she was concerned, they had only just started. If she was going to have a bit of fun for the night, then she wanted more than a touch-up.

  The engine of the vehicle revved.

  Max pushed her hands away. “Not here.”

  Her abdomen fluttered with frustration. “Where then?” She couldn’t hide her disappointment. “I don’t want to wait.”

  He grabbed her by the waist, kissed her hard on the lips, before moving around. Keeping his mouth on hers, he reached out to the small door of the back of his ute and unlocked it. “In here.”

  Zoe glanced inside. Max clicked on a torch and the inside flooded with light. She wasn’t sure there was going to be any room inside, but it was clean, a swag with a blanket and a pillow. Cozy. Smelling a little like animals. She didn’t care. She wanted him, naked against her body and filling her with pleasure until she couldn’t stand anymore. She had a feeling that Max would manage such an intimate task despite his arrogant confidence.

  She put her hands on his chest, her fingers finding the buttons of his shirt. She undid them, moving down quickly until his shirt gapped opened and she could see his toned muscles. She pushed the material aside and ran her hands over his pecs, enjoying the heat on her palms and the strength of his muscles.

  “Hmm.” The noise set him off and he grabbed her in a tight embrace, mouth on her, pressing hard, his tongue sliding over hers and his hands moving the material of her skirt higher, out of the way. He pushed his hands under her panties and squeezed her arse, pushing each cheek up and apart, tightening the length of her sex, sending a pulse of thundering pleasure through her. A heady sensation filled her and her body relaxed against his, allowing him to press and touch the want that was deep inside of her to the surface.

  “Get inside.” His voice commanding and edgy with a new sense of urgency.

  Zoe didn’t need to be told twice. She put a foot on the toe bar and clambered inside. Chucking her handbag to the side, she noticed the swag was much softer than she thought and she moved on all fours, then turned around to see Max shutting the door, and looking at her with a renewed hunger. She shifted her legs apart as he rushed towards her, he was firm, but not aggressive. His body moved between her legs, his mouth found hers and kissed her. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, wanting to touch his skin. He moved to help her, discarding the shirt to the side as she sat up. He reached behind her, his fingers finding the zipper of her dress and pulled it down in a single motion. The cotton mix material fell forward and she wriggled her arms out, exposing her chest. The look of hunger and desire in his dark eyes only turned her on even more. Heat pooled between her legs dampening her panties, so she wanted to wriggle out of them. But, he distracted her by running his fingers down her neck, over her breasts. She sat back, letting him explore her, savouring the heat from his touch. Her nipples hardened. He traced his fingers over the thin lacy material of her bra, awakening an ache. He pinched each nipple, enough to send a bolt of pleasure and pain through her. She groaned, her sound encouraging him.

  Then he reached behind her, unclasped her bra, she wriggled her shoulders so it fell down, exposing her breasts which were erect with the pleasure he was drawing from her. He leaned forward, taking one nipple between his lips, rolling it gently, causing soft sounds of pleasure to whisper out from her. His hand cupped her other breast, running his thumb over her nipple, squeezing more desire from her than she thought possible. Her head swarmed with bliss, and she pushed her shoulders back, giving him full access to pleasure her. He bit gently into her soft skin, a sharp gasp echoed inside the ute from both of them. Then he kissed his way to her other breast, sucking hard on her nipple until she groaned with desire. He knelt back on his knees, his eyes now a deeper colour.

  She grinned at him. This wasn’t how she thought the day would end, but it was so much better. She ran her fingers over his chest, unbuckled his belt, then pulled down the zip of his cream moleskin jeans. She could feel the heat radiating out, then she ran her hands over his hard cock, enjoying feeling it pulse with need.

  She leaned forward and pushed his jocks down. His cock exposed she wrapped her fingers around and massaged up and down, squeezing until he gasped, and a drop of moisture eased out of his tip. Right then she knew she couldn’t hold back anymore. She looked up and saw the same desire in his eyes that was burning through his body.

  She lost control. Somehow she managed to get out of her dress, pull down her panties and kick off her sandals, while he removed his jeans.

>   Then he was on top of her, his cock pressing at her moist entrance. She ran her hands to his waist, then pushed down on his backside while lifting her hips. He slid easily into her, pushing apart her throbbing muscles. They groaned together, the sparks flying between them as the tension began to burst around in the air. He pushed back then forward, her hips moved to meet him, he was strong, almost forceful, and she met the power that they were creating between them until it overtook them both at once and they shuddered over the edge, in an orgasm that ripped through them. He fell to the side of her, panting hard. She moved on her side to look at him, a thin sheen of sweat on her skin, her body tingled with the aftereffects.

  “That was fun.” She kissed him softly. Her muscles throbbed with satisfaction.

  “We should do that again.”

  “Absolutely.”

  The meeting dragged on forever. Max shifted in his chair trying to find a position even slightly more comfortable. It wasn’t easy. The meeting should’ve finished thirty minutes ago. Yet, Sam, bless his fucking arse, decided to debate some topic about the cattle shed on how things needed to be managed better. A point Max didn’t give a shit about even though he was the President of the Beef Cattle Breeders Association and presiding over the meeting. Not when he was meant to be catching up with Zoe in thirty minutes. He wasn’t about to be late. There was only one reason why they were meeting, and he was planning on getting her clothes off, and his hands on her hot curvy body within minutes of seeing her.

  His mind drifted, again. To her. Zoe. Her sassy attitude, and curvy body. How fuckable she looked in that totally out of place green dress yesterday, her sweet taste when he kissed her, the feel of her body and …

  “I asked you what you think, Max,” Sam spoke loudly from the other end of the long table.

  This meeting was taking too long, and he’d be buggered if he was going to let these half a dozen cattle breeders stop him from having another romp with Zoe.

  “I agree.” He swallowed hard. He felt a collective sigh in the room. He didn’t really, but for once he had the motivation to agree for the sake of getting this meeting done and dusted. And he wasn’t entirely sure what he had agreed to.

  “Sam, get together a quote of how much it will cost to renew the troughs and piping, and getting enough feeding troughs together for the breeders to use each year.” He enjoyed seeing the look of shock on his mate’s face. He hadn’t been listening, but he took a guess at what Sam had been going on about.

  “Oh… all right then,” stammered Sam.

  “Next meeting is in June, so if you can present the quote then, we can vote and get the work done by next year’s show.” Max knew damn well that this was the last thing Sam wanted to do. But he figured it was just, considering how many years he talked about these upgrades.

  “All righty, let’s call the end of the meeting at…” he paused to look at his phone. Bloody hell. “Five thirty-five. Thanks, see you all at the Jumbuck.” He stood up and shuffled the small pile of papers in front of him before putting them into a folder. He wished he’d thought of another place to meet Zoe than at the Jumbuck at six, but he figured if he hung around the door, he would whisk her away before going inside and then have his way with her.

  Where to go? It was a question he had been mulling over all day. He almost didn’t care, but this time he wanted to have more space, enjoy her body slowly, taste her more deeply, and bring her to orgasm more than once. This meant that the back of his ute wasn’t going to cut it. I should’ve suggested my hotel room.

  “Congratulations on being president for another term. Jimmy, a bloke a few years older than him came over and shook his hand. “I look forward to working with you.”

  “And you, Jimmy.” Max squared his shoulders as he met his new vice-president. He didn’t like the idea of having to work with him, but then there was really no one in the room he wanted to work with. He was also very aware that he only got this unpaid job because no one else wanted it.

  “See you in the Jumbuck, like always.” Jimmy turned to go.

  “Yep, I’ll buy you a beer.” Another reason why Max wanted to get over to the bar on the showgrounds at the back of the members’ stand. He needed to meet Zoe before she went in—hopefully, she wasn’t going to be early—and not get caught having to buy Jimmy or Sam or anyone else a beer or two.

  “Glad you got in again, I wouldn’t want the job,” said Pete, a man who used to be good mates with his father before he died.

  “Thanks. I’m glad I have your support.” Max minded his manners as he’d been brought up to do. Though he did have a lot of respect for Pete, he’d supported him when the others hadn’t, and believed in getting the younger generation involved. Though at thirty-four, Max didn’t feel so young any more. He knew just the way to fix that. A session with Zoe, longer than last night. He just wasn’t sure about letting a woman in too close.

  She better turn up. His gut flipped at the thought.

  “Gotta support you young boys,” said Pete. “I’ll see you in a bit over at the bar.”

  Max nodded, putting the folder under his arm. He reckoned if everyone cleared out, he’d have just enough time to get back to his cattle, feed up, freshen up then get back before six. But he needed to be quick.

  “I saw what you just did.” Sam walked up to Max, he didn’t look happy.

  “What? I think what you were suggesting was good.”

  “You weren’t even listening.”

  Max started walking to the door. His job as president meant he needed to lock up their meeting room and he needed everyone out. Now. “I was, which is why I thought you would be the right person to get the quote.”

  Sam glared at Max. “You owe me a beer for that.”

  “Mate, you were dragging out the meeting, you owe us all a beer.” Max flicked off the lights at the door of the small building. It was sort of like their club room and was nestled between the cattle and sheep pavilions and was used by various associations during the year, not just during the show.

  “Meetings are for discussions. If you don’t want to be president, don’t put up your hand.”

  “No one else did, including you. If you don’t like it, I suggest you should put up your own hand to do the job.” Max hated this side of being president. It went on all year. At least he knew Sam would get over it, especially after a few beers. Still, once more his mate was slowing down his escape out of there, risking his chance of seeing Zoe.

  “Maybe I will,” huffed Sam as he followed Max down the stairs.

  “Come on, I’ll buy you a beer.” Max grated his jaw tight. This was the last thing he wanted to be doing, but if it meant he kept Sam on side, and he got the quotes, it would save him a lot of hassle down the track. Plus, if he made a quick appearance at the Jumbuck, then he hoped it would mean he would escape more easily at six. Hell, he couldn’t wait to see her.

  He locked the door to the building. The noise of the crowd, the music, the distant screaming from people on the rides at the other end of the grounds hit his senses. He wasn’t used to his level of noise, so loud all day long. He couldn’t wait to get back to his farm and the peace and quiet, as well as the space.

  If only I could take Zoe back with me. He knew that was out of the question. She was city through and through and had no idea of farm-life. It was also clear she wasn’t interested in it. But that didn’t matter. They’d both agreed on hot, sexy fun over the next few days, and he was going to make the most of it.

  “Might need more than one beer.”

  Max rolled his eyes. This wasn’t going to be quite as easy as he thought. Plus, there was the beer for Jimmy, which he was now going to have to buy up. “Well, drink up quick then.”

  Sam laughed. “That’s more like it.”

  Max grimaced. “Course it is.”

  He hoped Sam and Jimmy would drink real fast. He wouldn’t be responsible for his actions if they caused him to miss meeting up with Zoe.

  “Well, it looks like last night di
d you a world of good,” Billie announced as Zoe walked into the sheep pavilion the next day.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  Billie sat on a bale of hay, her shearing gear out and she was giving the parts a good rub over with oil. Least that’s what Zoe surmised her friend was doing. She really had no idea. And she wasn’t at all interested in finding out.

  Why bother with a countryman then? She knew why. Because the sex had been hot. He was hot, and the way he drew pleasure from her body, she was definitely going back for another serve. Or rumble in the hay. I wonder what it would be like having sex in the hay. She looked at the hay Billie was sitting on. It didn’t really look that comfortable. I’d still like to try.

  She wondered where they might hook up tonight. She shivered, the expectation of pleasure vibrated through her. This was so unlike her. And she loved it. Something had happened last night with Max, more than just the sex. It had opened up a side of her that she wanted to explore more. Hot lustful sex, lots of it, and as much as possible. After all, the Royal Show was ending next Sunday, and she wanted to make the most of it.

  For as much as Max turned her internal sex drive too high, this was an encounter, an experience, nothing more. There was an endpoint. It should’ve been last night. But now she’d tasted a sexy, hot, country boy, and even with his attitude she wanted more.

  “Like hell you don’t.” Billie smiled. “Bit of rolling in the hay did you good, you’re glowing.”

  Zoe immediately felt the heat rise to her cheeks. It had been a fun, sexy night with Max, and he was the reason why she was here back at the show after a long day at work. There had been hours of researching, then she had to finish a report, and all the while she couldn’t help think of Max. Seeing him again. Getting naked, and extending the quickie that they had last night into something more. Her muscles clenched with the thoughts of what she wanted to do with him. Her tongue tingled wanting a reminder of what he tasted like.