by Penny Wylder
My eyes flash in the moonlight, and I twist my hips upward, forcing his fingers closer to my pussy. An ache spreads through to my clit, making it feel swollen with want. I’ve never felt like this before. Never wanted anyone inside me so badly. “And how do you imagine it?” I manage to ask, through clenched teeth as I try to fight the lust that rages through my body. “How do you picture fucking me?”
“Hmm… So many different ways.” In one swift motion, he grips my hips with both hands and flips me over so I’m on all fours. He yanks my panties down, and his finger is back, stroking along the edges of my pussy lips. Then he slides it between them, stroking along my slit, slowly, careful not to touch my clit yet, not even when I rock back against him with a faint groan of desire. “I think about fucking you on all fours. Bent over that exam table in the doctor’s office, maybe.” His finger finally touches my clit, and I cry aloud with the sensation. I’m sensitive as hell from desire, and his finger gently rubbing along my clit makes my veins catch fire.
Then he withdraws his hand, and I gasp in protest. Before I can say a word, though, he grabs my waist and flips me around again, this time crushing me against him, drawing me onto his lap. I can feel his hard cock between us, straining against his jeans. I rock against him, and now it’s his turn to groan through his teeth, hot with desire for me, his cock straining at the seams.
He grins at me, our mouths inches apart. “I think about you riding me, as hard and fast as I ride in the ring.”
I reach down between us and undo the button of his jeans. Push the zipper down, and try to wriggle them off his hips. “Then let’s try that one.”
He tilts his head, as though considering. At the same time, he rocks up against me, and I moan as his cock digs into my clit, hard through the fabric of his jeans. “Maybe,” he muses, and I almost pant, white hot with want. “But for the first time, I think…” He sits upright and flips me one last time. Lays me back down along the grass, completely naked, and spreads my legs so he’s between them. “I think I like the traditional way,” he murmurs, before he kisses me, unexpectedly slow and soft. When he draws back, his eyes are so hot I swear they could sear my skin, the way he gazes down at me in the dim light. “This way, I can feel every inch of you.” He runs his hands up my sides to my breasts, my shoulders, my neck, then back down. “And I get to watch your face when I make you come,” he adds with a wicked grin.
With that, he peels his jeans off and slides back between my legs. We’re both completely naked now, and I can’t stop myself from drinking in the sight of his body above me—the hot as hell planes of his cut abs, his chiseled body, his strong thighs… And the glorious, long, thick cock between them.
A cock that makes me tremble, half from excitement and half from worry. Can I handle him? He’s so big. I reach down with both hands and my eyes widen when I feel his width for the first time. I slide my hands along the velvety soft smoothness, and savor that feeling combined with the hard shaft beneath. I’ve never had sex with anyone before—I’ve seen ex-boyfriend’s cocks, of course, but in passing, as we fooled around in cramped cars.
And nobody’s compares to Ruckus’s.
“God, you’re so big,” I murmur, tightening my hands just a little, and enjoying the way I can see the pleasure dart across his face, his lips parting ever so slightly.
“Don’t worry, I’ll start out easy,” he replies, leaning down to kiss me, harder this time.
“Don’t go easy on me,” I protest, but that’s before he slides a hand between my legs and presses a finger against my entrance. Then I tense up, nerves taking over, and his smile turns knowing.
“Trust me,” he murmurs against my lips.
I let myself relax, at that. Then he presses his finger into me, and I gasp, but only because fuck he feels good. I arch my hips, sway with him, as he gazes down at me like I’m the most magical, beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
He adds a second finger, and starts to rock them inside me, back and forth. At the same time, I keep my hands clasped around the solid shaft of his cock and start to stroke him as well. At first it’s easy, but when he presses a third finger inside me, I lose all focus and concentration. I can’t keep my hands wrapped around him, can’t even focus on anything but the pleasure and the sweet aching stretch inside me as his fingers plunge into my pussy, over and over.
The pressure starts to build, and then he adds his thumb, swirling it across my clit with every other stroke, until my body feels like it’s on fire. I rock my hips up, thrusting against him, groaning behind my teeth.
“Patience, dirty girl,” he scolds me, voice low in the cool evening air.
Then, just as I’m nearing the peak, when the climax is within sight, he withdraws his hand entirely. I gasp, feeling empty, unfulfilled. But he grasps my legs with both hands, wraps them around his waist, and positions his cock at my entrance instead.
I swallow hard and gaze up at him through lowered eyelids.
“Tell me what you want, Sheila,” he murmurs.
“You,” I gasp.
“More specific.” He grins. Taunting me. Damn him, he’s enjoying this.
I lick my lips and try to get my head under control. To think at least somewhat straight. “I want you to fuck me, Ruckus,” I say.
That appears to be the right answer. He arches his hips forward, and the tip of his cock slips between my pussy lips. I’m already soaked, and that helps as he keeps pressing forward, a steady, slow pressure that builds as his cock glides into me, farther and farther, past my lips, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been stretched before.
I cry aloud now, my head falling back against the cool grass.
“God you’re so fucking tight,” he growls under his breath, eyes flashing with hot desire as he keeps moving, pressing into me farther and farther.
Finally, he lays down along me, chest pressed to mine, abs rock hard against my soft stomach. His cock is fully inside me now, my pussy at once aching and hungry at the sensation of being filled like this, stuffed to the brim. He makes me feel whole, complete. And I want more.
Thankfully, he doesn’t seem able to resist me either. I arch my hips up, and at the same time, he draws back and thrusts back inside me, a little faster this time. I gasp at the renewed sensation, the feel of his thick cock straining my walls.
“You have a perfect pussy, Sheila,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss my lips, then my jawline, then the soft spot right under my ear. “So fucking perfect.” His breath is hot on my cheek as he starts to rock back and forth, building up a rhythm. As his cock thrusts in and out of me, his hipbone grinds against my pelvis, making my already swollen clit tingle and ache for release.
Before long, he’s fucking me hard, his hips driving into mine. I rise up to meet him at every thrust, tightening my legs around his waist and digging my hands into his back for balance. It doesn’t take long before we’re both gasping hard. His balls slap against my pussy lips with every deep thrust, and the tip of his cock drags along my inner walls, stroking right over my G-spot every time, until the pressure builds inside me, impossible to resist.
“I’m going to come,” I hear myself gasp, and Ruckus’s chest rumbles with his low laugh.
“I promise it won’t be the only time tonight.” He bites down on my earlobe, gentle, then draws back and grabs my ass underneath him, lifting my hips up to angle me toward his cock. At that angle, he pounds into me harder, and the tip of his cock drives along my G-spot, until my body bucks against him of its own accord, and I can’t do anything but ride along, driven wild by the sensations.
“Fuck. Ruckus,” I cry out his name, loud enough that it echoes in the dim woods, but I don’t care. All I can feel or sense is the orgasm that rips through me, like a flood that takes over my veins.
Nobody has ever made me come before, least of all like this.
By the time the orgasm rides through me, my limbs feel fuzzy and my head spins. But just like he promised, he doesn’t stop there. He slides a hand down b
etween us, one finger gently circling around my clit, already sensitive from my first orgasm. He keeps driving into me, faster, and at the same time strokes my clit with his finger, until I can’t help but feel the pressure spike inside me again. I clamp my thighs hard around his waist, arch my hips up to let him have me, take whatever he wants from me.
My head twists to the side, but his voice, deep and urgent, growls, “Look at me, Sheila.”
My eyes open this time. Lock on his. He smiles down at me, and I can see from the dark pleasure in his gaze just how much he enjoys this. Watching the pleasure wash through me, and knowing it’s by his hand.
I cry his name a second time, arch up against him as another orgasm hits me, stronger than the first. All I can see as the wave of pleasure rocks through me is him—his face, his dark eyes fixed on mine.
I’m still focused on him when his mouth parts, and he leans down close to me. “I’m going to come now. I can pull out, or—”
“No,” I say, surprising myself with the force of it. I tighten my legs around him, reach up to pull him down closer. “I want to feel you. Everything. I want you to come inside me, Ruckus.”
He smiles, and behind that smile is a whole world of lust. He’s on fire, and it’s all for me. I understand now why he liked watching me come—I’m enjoying watching him do the same. He pulls me up off the grass, our bodies pressed tight together. With a harsh growl, he comes inside me, and I feel a white hot rush as his seed spills into my pussy. He keeps thrusting, pumping against me, and I squeeze my pussy walls as tight as I can, milk every last drop from him until we both collapse to the grass in a sweaty tangle, breathing hard, our hearts racing.
When he pulls out, I laugh a little in surprise at the hot rush that spills down my thigh. Then I roll on top of him in the grass and press my lips to his.
When I pull away again, I don’t recognize the expression on his face. He’s gazing at me as though I’m a miracle. “You are so impossibly perfect, Sheila Greyson,” he murmurs. Then our lips meet again, and our kiss drowns out whatever else he was about to say.
In this moment, alone in our secret meadow with only the moon as our witness, and a blade of grass still tied tight around my ring finger, I don’t think I could feel any more truly married to this man than I do now. I’m his, and he’s mine. For good.
5
Ruckus
When I wake up with Sheila in my arms in the warm, crisp sheets of the motel bed, I resist the urge to pinch myself and make sure this is real. Part of me worried that last night must have been a dream—it was too perfect. The way she felt, the way she cried out my name when she came, the way she looked all tousled and sex-spent on the grass when we’d finished… Not to mention the way she accepted my little grass ring with that sassy smirk of hers.
Little does she know, I wasn’t joking about that. I eye her left hand now, the blade still knotted around her tiny index finger. Tomorrow, I’m going to the nearest store and buying a real ring. She deserves it.
A woman like her deserves everything I have to give and more. And I intend to give that to her.
I finally get it, Dad, I think. I finally understand what he meant about finding a real woman, a family, and how that means more than anything else in this world. Watching Sheila shift in her sleep, rolling onto her back, one arm still flung across my chest like she can’t bear to not be touching me, I feel like the luckiest man alive. Like I could face the entire world in a rodeo competition right now and come out on top without even trying.
That’s how she makes me feel.
I shift in bed too. My cock is hard, still remembering the dream I had just before I woke—a dream of us back in the meadow, but her on top of me now, breasts hanging in my face as she bucked on top of me, letting me touch and feel every inch of her lithe little body. My cock throbs, just remembering that fantasy, and it gives me an idea.
Moving slowly, so as not to wake her too soon, I slip under the covers. Travel down to the foot of the bed, and shift over until I’m between her spread legs. I trace my hands along her thighs as I slide up her body, unable to help myself. At her waist, I lean down to softly kiss the shaved mound of her tight little pussy. A pussy that I loved fucking last night, but that I still have yet to taste.
I can’t wait any longer.
I trail my tongue up her inner thigh, running it along the crease where her hip meets her leg. Then I shift over and trail it along the other side next, wet and warm under the covers. She shifts and moans a little in her sleep. I grin to myself, and gently peel her legs a little wider apart, until my face fits between them.
I lick her pussy lips, one after the other. Trace my tongue over the soft, sweet edges. Then, gently, I press my tongue between the folds of her lips. A rush of flavors run across my tongue—sweet and salty and all her, and fuck does she taste amazing. I swirl my tongue along her slit, trace back and forth, and grin to myself as I catch beads of gathering wetness on the tip of my tongue. She’s getting wet for me, and I fucking love it.
I slide one hand under her ass to grip her cheek, lift her hips a little toward my mouth.
Above me somewhere, I hear a gasp. Then a low moan, as Sheila realizes what she’s awakened to. She pulls the covers back, and I glance up with a wicked grin before I press my tongue at her entrance, easing the tip into her slowly, slowly.
“Ruckus…” she manages to say before her head falls back, and another faint gasp escapes her throat.
I press my tongue farther into her, curl it to lick my way along each of her walls in turn, coating my tongue in her juices, loving the way she tastes.
Her hips buck up against me, and I use that momentum to start to thrust my tongue in and out of her, slowly at first. She rocks with me, and soon I get a rhythm going, plunging my tongue deep into her pussy each time, until she’s breathing hard, and her hands reach down to fist in my hair.
“Don’t stop. Ah, God, don’t stop…” she gasps between hard breaths. I know she’s close.
I draw my tongue out and slide it up quickly, to flick across her clit before I delve back into her. Her cries grow louder, especially when I repeat that move, again and again, flattening my tongue to run the plane of it over her pussy, her clit, back again.
“I’m so close,” she moans through tight teeth. I glance up to watch her as I continue tonguing her, savoring the way her body twists above me. The view from down here is fucking incredible.
“Please, oh, please…” she manages.
Finally, I press my tongue hard against her clit, lick over and over until both her hands fist hard in my hair and her thighs clamp around either side of my head and she screams, her whole body shaking, her pussy twitching underneath me as I continue to tongue her through the orgasm.
When she’s still trembling from that, I pull my hand out from under her ass and slide my index finger into her pussy. It slips in easily, wet as she is now, and I keep my tongue circling her clit as I finger her at that same increasing pace, the tip of my finger curled so I hit her G-spot every time.
She screams again, unable to even form words with this climax, and I keep going. I lose track of how many times I hear her cry out before I finally draw back, my chin soaked from her juices, and kiss my way up to her hips, her belly, her chest, pausing to swirl my tongue around her nipples before I lick and kiss and nip at her neck, her jawline, and finally, I catch her mouth in mine.
When we part, she’s breathless, eyes glazed with desire. “Ruckus…” she murmurs.
I grin. “You like this?” I lean down to kiss her again, and slip my tongue between her lips to dance with hers. When I pull away again, my heart races with the sensation. The feel of her lithe little body pressed against mine. “You like tasting yourself on my lips?”
“Mm…” She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me into another slow kiss. “Love it,” she whispers. Then she half-laughs, grinning up at me. “I almost thought that was a dream at first. Until I realized it was really you under those covers…”
“You must have some damn good dreams,” I point out with a smirk.
“Never that good,” she counters. Then she glances down, seeming to notice now the hard press of my cock against her thigh, rock solid now from eating her out. Nothing gets me harder than seeing her come. She hesitates, but slides a hand down my thigh until she can wrap it around the base of my shaft. Then she tightens her grip, and smiles. “My turn next.”
“If you insist,” I reply with a wink, as I flip over onto my back.
She straddles me, and it’s all I can do not to grab her hips and guide her down to my cock right now. I want her. But like she said, it’s her turn now. So I lean back and let her take the wheel.
She slides down my body, her tongue flicking across my chest, down my abs to circle my bellybutton, before she kisses and nips her way lower. She kneels between my thighs, then and pauses to run her hands along my shaft, as though she’s sizing me up.
“Have you ever sucked a man’s cock before?” I ask her, curious.
She smirks up at me, all mischief. “No, but I’m pretty sure I can figure it out.” She runs both hands down my shaft and cups my balls with one hand, then leans down to lick the base of my shaft. She draws her tongue all the way up my length, leaving a glistening shine, and I inhale sharply through my nose as I watch her do it. The sight alone drives me wild, the way she laps at me like she’s hungry for me.
She keeps doing that, licking along the length of my cock, making sure to wet all sides, all while she slides her hands between my legs to gently run her fingers across my balls.
