Summertime Sneakout

by Alexa Riley

  I try and focus on the cute foal I’m petting. I know only a couple of people have gotten to see her since Van didn't want anyone bothering the new mom and her baby. He’s been protective over both of them and I feel special he brought me up here.

  “Beautiful.”

  I look up from where I’m sitting to see Van standing up and looking down at me. He’s got a rope in his hands and I wonder how he makes dirty boots look so hot. His jeans, too, from working all day. It’s sexy, but everything about him is. He’s smooth and sweet but a little rough around the edges. I swear I catch a wicked glint in his eyes when he thinks no one is watching.

  I can’t figure him out and he has me all over the place. Maybe it’s my mind conjuring up a sliver of hope that he thinks the same dirty things that are always in my head. That someone out there has these desires too. Not like Jack, though. His mind is always in the gutter and when I think about doing these fantasies with anyone, it’s only to be shared with one person. These dirty fantasies are my own little secret that I would want to share with Van. It makes it so much hotter that no one would know all the wicked things I let him do to me and maybe would even beg for.

  “She is,” I agree, trying hard to focus on the foal.

  I don’t know why but I reach up and touch the rope he’s holding in his hand. I run my finger along it, feeling the texture against my skin.

  “She’s adorable, but I was talking about you.”

  My fingers pause on the rope as my skin tingles. I know I’m already turning pink at the compliment and there’s no oven nearby to blame it on.

  “There it is.” I can hear the smile in his voice without having to look up. “Do you know what that blush does to me?”

  I shake my head. I hate that people can see it so easily. Thankfully no one can see inside my head or they’d think I was a perv who only ever thinks about sex. Well, sex and cookies.

  I start to drop my hand away from the rope, but before I can blink I’m pulled up from the ground and to my feet. I don’t know how he does it so fast but my hands are tied together in front of me with the rope and the air in my lungs stills for a moment.

  I look up at him in shock, not only because he did it so quickly but because he did it at all. His gaze searches my face and I think maybe for a second Van can read my thoughts.

  “What are you doing?” I ask when he doesn't say anything. I hardly recognize the sound of my breathy voice filled with desire.

  “Something I’ve wanted to do from the first time I saw you,” he says before his mouth comes down onto mine.

  I let out a small moan at the first taste of him and his flavor is better than anything I’ve ever made. He doesn't wait for me to part my lips or offer an invitation. He takes what he wants as he places a hand on the back of my neck, and dear God, I let him.

  His arm wraps around me as he walks me backwards and pushes me against a wall. He breaks the kiss as he tugs on the rope and my hands go over my head. It takes a moment for my mind to catch up to what’s happening, but he’s hooked the rope to a nail over my head and both of my wrists are captured in it. My feet barely touch the ground and somehow the nail is the perfect height to keep me in place without straining my arms. Almost too perfect.

  “You’ve wanted to tie me up in your barn since you saw me?” I try and tease but my words come out breathy.

  I knew he meant kiss me but that wasn't all he’s done. It’s like he really is in my head. All those times he watched me, he was really seeing through my blush and to what I was thinking behind it. And why I’m always so pink.

  “There are so many things I’ve wanted to do since I first saw you, Tia.” His hand cups my face and he traces my bottom lip with his thumb. He slides it down my cheek and traces it to the V of my shirt. His rough fingers glide over the top of my breasts that are always trying to escape. “Does that blush go everywhere?”

  His tone is casual like he’s asking me if I enjoy the weather. Meanwhile I can’t even get my heart to slow down and he’s so calm. What’s happening here? My whole body ignites like I’m on fire and my clit throbs for attention. I’m so slippery between my thighs I worry there might be a spot showing. How am I already so turned on that it wouldn’t take much for me to cum? This is insane!

  Whenever I lie in bed and touch myself, it takes me forever to get there. I have to come up with the filthiest fantasies in my mind to get myself off. Van has my hands tied over my head and I’m about to combust at an embarrassingly quick rate. I know guys talk about longevity and how long they can last in bed. What would it mean if I just came without him even touching me there?

  “I bet it would for me.” His tongue comes out and wets his bottom lip and I have to hold back a moan. “I think I could turn you a pretty pink anywhere I wanted.”

  He steps forward and his solid body covers every inch of me. I can’t find the words. When I open my mouth nothing comes out. He tugs on my shirt and stretches it out to reveal my bra. It’s a simple white cotton one I grabbed out of the store’s discount bin. It was the only one that fit my size and didn't cost a million dollars. A girl only has so many options when you have boobs like mine and a strict budget. But right now it could be the finest silk in the world and it would be the last thing on my mind.

  “Answer me,” Van demands, not sounding so casual anymore.

  “Yes,” I blurt out.

  I watch his mouth turn to a smirk and I know I’ve pleased him. He yanks the cups of my bra down and my breasts fall free. The smirk leaves his mouth when he leans down and licks my hard nipple.

  I gasp at the contact and my hips buck forward, but there’s nowhere to go. I can’t move since he has me pinned to the wall and I strain against the ropes. He shifts and presses his thigh into my sex as he sucks my nipple into his mouth.

  I’m going to cum.

  “I know you are,” he says with a firm lick against my breast.

  Oh shit, I must have said the words out loud.

  “Grind down and do it. I want to taste it on your lips.” He pushes his thigh harder against my pussy before his mouth covers mine.

  I shamelessly hump his thigh and it only takes me two thrusts before I’m cumming. It’s so hard I close my eyes tightly and my whole body clenches as the orgasm rocks though me like nothing I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s so forceful I see stars in the corner of my vision as I give myself over to it.

  I open my eyes slowly when I feel my arms come down from above my head. I watch as Van licks his bottom lip and it’s then I see I bit him. My eyes widen and I feel terrible.

  “I’m sorry,” I blurt out. I can’t believe I bit him but I can’t actually believe any of this is happening.

  “That’s all right, baby. I bite back.”

  Chapter 4

  Van

  The look that flashes in her eyes isn’t fear exactly, but the thrill of what’s to come. I’ve never been able to connect with someone like this before and I’m beginning to understand what my parents were talking about when they said they knew the moment they met one another.

  One look at Tia and I knew she was destined for me. The way she made me feel, the way she felt when I touched her, there’s no denying what this is. I’ve found my other half and although I want to throw her over my shoulder and proclaim her as my soulmate, I don’t want to send her running too soon either.

  “Let me show you something.” I tug on the rope still around her wrists and lead her to the back of the barn in the stall where we keep the horse riding gear.

  “I have a feeling I don’t have a choice,” she teases, but I come up short.

  “Yes you do.” I hold up the ropes and with one quick slip they fall open. “You have all the power, Tia, remember that.”

  I look down at the slight abrasion on her wrists from the rope. I never had the desire to tie a woman up before, but with Tia this feels right. I bring her soft skin to my lips and kiss it gently as I look into her eyes.

  “If this is ever too much, you just say th
e word and it all stops.”

  “Like a safe word?” She cocks her head to the side and her eyebrows pull together.

  “Call it what you want, but I don’t need rules to keep from hurting you.” I put the rope back around her wrists and tighten it again. “The only thing I want you to feel is owned and loved.”

  Her lips part and before she can say anything in response I lean forward and kiss her. This time her mouth opens instantly and when her tongue touches mine it’s a desperate reach for the pleasure we both just had. I might not have cum, but getting her off was better than that.

  “Do you trust me?” I ask and she nods instantly.

  I lead her into the stall and slide the big barn door closed behind us. When she turns around her eyes widen at the sight in front of her.

  The stall is only big enough for two horses to be in here, but it’s been cleaned out and it’s where we keep all our gear. Bridles and helmets line one wall and in the middle is a bench with a saddle placed on top of it.

  “We use this for people who’ve never been on a horse before.” I walk her over next to it and wrap my hands around her hips. “We put them on it like this.”

  I lift her up easily and she lets out a quick laugh as I nestle her down onto it. I walk around it slowly and take a look at her form as I adjust the sides and her position.

  “This saddle is special though,” I say when I move in from behind and slide onto it with her.

  “Why’s that?”

  The question comes out softly as I tuck in snug behind her and my hands move across her thighs.

  “Because it’s mine.” I yank her hips back against my cock and she moans as the hard length digs into her ass. “Just like you.”

  I grab the rope around her wrists and wrap it around the horn of the saddle so she can’t move. Then my hands go around her waist and to the button of her jeans. With one motion I’ve got them open and my hand shoved down the front of them. I dip one finger between her lips and she wiggles against it.

  I kiss the tender place under her ear and smile. “I also raised it up so your feet can’t touch.”

  Mine are firmly planted on the ground while hers dangle about a foot up. She won’t be able to get any purchase, which means once again she’s at my mercy. Somehow that turns me on more than anything and I know it does her too.

  “I’m beginning to think you like this,” she hisses when my finger grazes over her clit.

  “You’re right.” I slip my finger from her jeans and she moans at the loss, but looks back at me while I bring it to my mouth and lick it clean. I moan around it and then quickly shove it back into her jeans and in her pussy.

  “Van!” she cries out as she leans back against me and I move my fingers faster.

  “I don’t know if that’s how sweet your pussy is all the time or if it’s because you humped my leg and came in your panties.” She makes a whining sound and I smile and nibble on her ear.

  I keep rubbing as her breath catches but she can’t lean back too far because the ropes on her hands tighten. I use my other hand to slide up her shirt and pluck at her nipples while my cock grinds into her ass.

  “Ride with me, Tia,” I say softly as I begin to rock my lower half against her.

  After just a moment she catches the same rhythm and slowly we move together like we’re riding a horse. Up and back she rolls her hips as her pussy presses against my fingers and then her ass into my dick. Each motion gives her a new pleasure as heat builds and she gets wetter.

  “Look at how pretty you ride.” I nibble my way across her neck as I pinch her nipple.

  Her body trembles and I feel sweat bead along her skin, her pleasure growing and growing. I know how goddamn hard I am so I can only imagine that a feather touch is going to send her over the edge.

  Her hips jerk as I rub her clit and then take my fingers away. She cries out once again but this time instead of me licking them clean, I swipe the pad of my finger on her bottom lip and let her lick it off.

  “Taste how sweet that pussy is. Can you imagine how much control it’s taking for me not to bend you over this saddle and bury my face in it?”

  “Oh God,” she says, closing her eyes and laying her head against my shoulder.

  “Make it sweet again for me, Tia.”

  As soon as my fingers make contact with her clit she comes up off the saddle and cries out as her body explodes in my arms. I don’t relent this time and rub her clit harder and faster to keep her orgasm going on for as long as possible. Her cries become louder and she pants, but she never tells me to stop.

  Another orgasm builds and peaks on the back of the first and I feel like the god she called out for just moments ago. My cock swells to the size of my chest and I proudly hold her body through the pleasure. My dick weeps inside my jeans, begging for relief, but once again this isn’t about me. It’s about my Tia and her trusting me to take care of her and to never hurt her.

  “Wow,” she breathes as she slumps against me and then begins to laugh. “I think I blacked out.”

  I turn her face to me and kiss her with everything I feel. It’s so much more than lust and desire, but I have to be careful not to move too quickly. She’s not as shy as she might seem on the outside, but trust is so delicately built.

  I hold her for a long time, just petting her sweetly and kissing her. I’m in no rush to let her out of my arms, but I know we can’t stay like this forever.

  “How about we go get something to eat?” I suggest, and she nods and smiles.

  I fix Tia’s shirt and button up her jeans before I hop down off the saddle bench. Just as my hands go to the rope on the saddle so I can free her, the barn door comes crashing open.

  “What the fuck is this?” Jack is standing there staring at the two of us with a horrified look on his face.

  I’m not ashamed of what Tia and I just shared, but in this moment, I’m sorry she’s been caught with me in this position.

  Chapter 5

  Tia

  All the blood drains from my face as I stare at Jack. He looks horrified seeing my hands bound with rope and I wonder how he can be so judgmental with the way he’s always running his mouth. He’s the last person who should be giving anyone a look of disgust.

  Van frees my hands but doesn't let them go. His thumb rubs over the place where the ropes dug into my wrists and I love the feel of his mark on my skin. Too bad I can’t enjoy it with Jack standing there clutching his pearls. He’s ruining a moment that to others might not look so sweet but is actually really intimate. Van and I shared something from deep inside of us and to me it was only meant for the two of us to witness.

  I hide behind Van and rest my forehead on his back as I try to get my emotions under control. The high of the orgasm is fading and though I’m not embarrassed, I also know I don’t want Jack or anyone else to see Van and me like this.

  “Get the fuck out!” Van shouts at Jack, then mumbles a curse when one of the horses makes a sound in the next stall over.

  I’m not used to hearing Van’s voice so cold, but right now every line of his body is stiff. I run my hands up his back, trying to soothe him, but it’s no use.

  “You okay, Tia?” Jack asks, ignoring Van.

  Van tries to move toward Jack, and I know this won’t play out well. I dig my fingers into Van’s shirt with one hand while I put my other around his waist. He doesn't fight my hold but we both know he could if I wasn’t silently asking him not to.

  “Don’t talk to her,” Van spits out, and I know it shouldn't be sweet but it is. I know Van doesn’t mean for that to sound adorable but I love how protective he is.

  “I’m telling Honey and Ford,” Jack says, like a five-year-old.

  Van is a grown man and I don’t think he cares if Jack tattles.

  “You do that and be sure and call my mom Honey while you’re at it; see where that gets you. I’ll be more than happy to match the black eye my dad gives you afterwards.”

  “Fuck you, man,” Jack throws ba
ck.

  My arm on Van tightens but he makes no move to go for Jack. I see Jack take a step back and he almost trips over a bucket of feed in the process. He’s all talk and no action, but that doesn’t surprise me.

  “I’m not telling you to get the fuck out of here again. You’re pissing me off and upsetting not only my girl but the horses.” This time Van’s tone is calm but the warning rings clear.

  The horse in the next stall starts to settle and I think they feed off his energy. Now that I’ve been this close to Van and really felt his hands on my skin, there’s an underlying dominance that’s undeniable. He only brings it to the surface when he needs to but it’s simmering all the time. How did I miss it before? Maybe I didn’t and that’s why I’ve been drawn to him from the very start. I see something in him I need.

  I watch as Jack turns and nearly runs out of the barn.

  “I can’t stand him,” Van mutters to himself as he turns to look down at me. “I’m sorry, darling girl. I shouldn't have let him see you like that.” His hands go back to my wrist and he traces the indentation of the rope.

  “It’s fine,” I try to reassure both Van and myself.

  I’m not sure how I feel about Jack running his mouth to everyone about Van and me, and I wonder what Honey will think. I love Mrs. Cyprus and I’m the only one she lets call her Honey, mostly because her husband lets me do it. I always thought she gave me a little more attention than some of the other girls and she once told me I was like the daughter she never had. I wonder how she’d feel about Van and me. I know she overheard him say I was his and she smirked when I smacked his hand away from me. I think she thought he was playing me too and now I worry I’ve somehow let her down.

  “You don’t look fine,” he says, his eyes searching my face.

  I don’t know what I feel and my emotions are all over the place. I want this so badly, but what if we just got caught up in this moment?