by Skye Turner
Eliza turns to me and grins. “Well, damn. I would have never guessed that you had something like this on your property. What is it?”
I chuckle. “It’s a river. It runs the whole length of our property.” I jerk my chin at her. “Comeon’.”
Opening the door, I step out and stretch in the shade. The temperature is a good fifteen, maybe even twenty degrees cooler, here than in the sun. Eliza opens her door and slips out before closing it behind her. She stands and lifts her face to the shade. Her hat is flung back into the truck from her open window and I do the same with mine. My hands ruffle my hair to try to fix the flatness.
She turns back to look at me across the truck. She arches her brow at me and asks coyly. “So, is it safe to get in?”
In answer, I unbutton my shirt as I kick off my boots. When the buttons are all open, I slide the shirt off and toss it onto the hood of the truck then reach down and toss my boots on the floor of the cab through the window.
Eliza watches me unabashedly. Her eyes flit over my chest and down my stomach. Reaching for my belt buckle, I open it before my hands tap the waistband of my jeans. I stare at her as she watches me. I see her swallow and she squeaks, “What are you doing?” Her eyes fly up to mine.
With a smirk, I unclasp the denim, sliding it down and working it over my legs, trying not to let the heavy metal buckle catch my skin. As I reach my ankles, I pull the heavy jeans off and grab my soaked socks. Draping my jeans beside my shirt and tossing the socks into the back of the truck, I stride to the water, in my boxer briefs, backwards while crooking my finger at Eliza. She’s staring at me with her mouth hanging open.
I can see the appreciation on her face and my cock jumps in response. Her eyes flick down and her cheeks pinken. I call out, “You comin?”
Her head shakes in a nod and she laughs before reaching to unbutton her own shirt. I watch from the water as she slowly peels it down her arms and pulls it off. Her white tank top is exposed and I can see that it’s completely saturated with sweat. I watch her, daring her to take it off. She meets my eyes and smirks as she lifts it over her head. Her hair fans out and then sticks to her chest, shoulders, and arms. Her black bra barely covers the fullness of her breasts and I sink further into the water, to cover the fact that my cock is now rigid and straining. There would be no hiding that from her.
She reaches down to pull her boots off and then sets them beside the truck neatly. She hesitates for a brief second as she reaches for the button of her black jeans.
Come on, darlin’, don’t stop now…
Then, she opens them and I groan as she shimmies and removes them. They stick to her thighs and then catch at her knees before she finagles them over her calves and ankles. The socks come off with them and she drapes them over the hood near her shirt to dry some. She stands back up and my mouth goes completely dry.
Her hair is a mess from the wind, the sweat, and the day, but it’s wild and untamed. Her body is gorgeous, voluptuous and shapely with curves in all the right places. Her chest is abundantly full without being too big, perfect to fill my hands and mouth. Her waist dips in and her hips flare out before showcasing her thighs. She’s a perfect picture of what a woman should be.
She catches me watching her and cocks her hip before lifting her hair from her shoulders and tossing her head back, allowing the strands to tickle her ass.
Oh, God…
I’m so hard under the cold water. I could fix the fence with just my cock.
Eliza walks to the river and dips her toe in. She moans as the cool water dances over her feet before slowly walking in and allowing it to reach her chest. Her breasts float and her hair drifts as she makes her way closer to me.
Chapter Ten
Eliza
Eliza, you’re swimming toward Falcon under the cover of trees and water and he’s only wearing a pair of skin tight boxer briefs.
I just stripped to my underwear in front of him, while he watched my every move, and got into the water with him.
Am I really doing this?
Hell yes, I am.
Everything from the second I saw him from inside a damn horse trough yesterday has been leading up to this.
It’s utter madness and makes no sense, but at the same time, it makes all the sense in the world.
Not being right here, right now is what wouldn’t make sense.
As I get closer to him, I roll to my back and float. He’s watching me like a predator watches his prey before it pounces. His eyes are dilated and fixated on me. They trail over my face and then my body and I shiver in the water as if I can feel him.
Wait, I can feel something…
Something is touching my side.
Is it Falcon?
Turning my head, I look at him and see that he is looking at my side with a look of unease and not a look of desire anymore. His voice is calm as he says, “Eliza, don’t move… Stay perfectly still.” My eyes widen and I want to scream, but he says firmly, “No, do not move. I’m going to get it… just stay as you are, darlin’. Seems like we’re not the only ones who wanted a cool dip.”
What the hell is touching me?
Stay as I am. Screw you.
What the hell, Falcon?
Oh, God… I’m going to die out here in some river in my underwear.
I thought I was about to get sexy time and instead, I’m just going to get dead. I’m going to get eaten by some river monster in Texas.
Texas is torture…
Coyotes… River Monsters… Sexy ass cowboys that get me riled up and then lure me into the water so that wild things can kill me instead of screwing me into oblivion…
Oh, God…
I whisper, “Falcon, what is by me? Did you lure me out here to have something eat me? Oh, God. I thought I was going to get sexed to death but instead I’m going to be a meal for a river monster.”
He chuckles and I jerk in the water. “Shit, no. Stop moving, Eliza. I almost have it… Just one more second…” The water beside me splashes and then nothing is pressed against my side anymore except water. Rolling quickly, my only thought to get out of the water as fast as I can, I scramble for the bank.
Screw you slow motion Baywatch lifeguards. No time to be sexy when I’m swimming for my damn life!
As I roughly splash onto the bank and race for the safety of the truck, I see Falcon wade quickly to the other side of the river and throw a long, dangly thing, a snake, into the bushes.
I see the bushes move as it slithers off and I resist the urge to scream. My eyes lock on him and I screech, “Was that a snake? Did you just grab a snake with your hand?”
He nods, “It was and I did,” and dives under the water. He resurfaces a moment later as if it was no big deal.
My eyes bug out of my head. “Get out of there! What if they have more? Who just grabs a damn snake? Why are we in there if they have snakes? What if it’d bit me?”
Falcon just looks at me and shrugs. “It was only a rat snake. They aren’t poisonous, though they still bite. It wouldn’t be pleasant but I still didn’t want you to startle it. It was only interested in your warmth, Eliza. It’s perfectly safe. You can come back in. I promise. I wouldn’t take you somewhere you’d be in danger…”
Not poisonous or not, I don’t want to swim with snakes.
He wants me to come back in there!?
No. No way… of course it was interested in me… I’m fucking fascinating, but seriously.
I don’t want to get back in water that has snakes in it.
I’m utterly unconvinced. I don’t care that the sexiest man on the planet wants me to get back in the water with him. I’m not doing it.
Nope.
He holds out his hand. “Comeon’ back, darlin’. Trust me?”
Trust him? I do trust him… but, I’m not certain I want to get back in there.
Glancing around, I scour the water for any sign of a snake. I see nothing. The water is calm and tranquil. Signing as I start to cave, I take a tentative st
ep toward the river.
Falcon smiles. “Atta girl. Come on out, the water is wonderful and I want to talk more about this being sexed to death business.”
I roll my eyes and mutter, “I’ll just bet you do…” But, my stomach does a somersault.
Within a minute, I’m back in the water. Slowly, I make my way back out to Falcon, my head swiveling all around to search for more sneaky snakes. My eyes find Falcon’s and I’m unable to look away from him. My stomach tightens with every step. And not from the idea of a snake… well, not a cold-blooded one.
I can’t touch bottom anymore, so, I tread water and lightly kick to stay afloat as I reach him. We’re just floating in a circle. Staring at each other. Suddenly, he reaches out to grab me, pulling me into his body. My legs tangle with his under the water as his arms close around my back. My arms reach for his shoulders and lock around his neck. I feel his arousal pressing against my stomach and my legs wrap around his waist, pressing him against the apex of my thighs. He groans and his hands splay on my ribs. His head angles and I lean down to kiss him. My lips nibble at his, slowly at first, but that doesn’t last long.
His arms tighten, pressing me tighter against him, and his tongue sweeps out and parts my lips. I open readily for him. The touch of his tongue against mine sends electricity down my spine that settles in my core. I can feel myself pulsing. Pressing myself against him, I try to satisfy the ache. Instead, it only intensifies it.
His hands leave my ribs to slide down my back and then my ass is in his hands.
Oh, yes… Yes. Yes. Yes.
He cups both cheeks and squeezes, pulling me against him, before pushing me away only to press against me again.
His tongue is mimicking his hips and my hands tangle in his hair to hold his wicked mouth hostage. His hands slip beneath the waistband of my panties and he cups my bare ass. I moan into his mouth and press my chest against him.
He pulls me into him, tighter still, and while still kissing me, he makes his way toward the bank.
I’m confident he’ll get us there. We’re both too enveloped in the burn of desire to have anything sway us now.
My hands are clenching in his hair, pulling at the roots, as our teeth slide and clash together. We’re wild and unrestrained. He moans into my mouth and I swallow it while grinding down on him again.
God, I’m so hot for him.
Somehow we’ve made it back to his truck. I feel the metal of it on my back as he leans me against the side to wrench the door open before setting me on the seat.
My legs stay locked around his waist as my hands leave his head to travel the planes of his chest. I trace his six-pack and my fingers and palms splay on the “V” of his hips. He has a scattering of hair, a happy trail, leading into his saturated boxer briefs. As my hands flatten over his pecs again, I moan as I suck on his velvet tongue and he reaches behind me to unclasp my bra. Wiggling slightly, I work the elastic down my arms and then fling it off, in the vicinity of the other side of the truck. His rough palms close over my peaked nipples and he cups my fullness in his hands. Breaking the kiss, he trails his lips over my neck and down my chest. Leaning down, he capture’s a nipple with his mouth. My breast is enveloped in the warm cavern of his devilish mouth while his tongue worships my rock hard nipple. His head nuzzles between my breasts as he presses open mouthed kisses to the valley, before treating my other breast to the same delicious torture.
Oh, dear God… Yes, please don’t stop…
Moaning, “Oh, Falcon… don’t stop… ohhhh,” my hands leave his chest to press against the seat behind me. My back arches, offering my chest to him. My wet hair tickles my ass and the cold droplets shock my heated flesh as they fall. I gasp at the differing sensations that only heighten my pleasure.
Falcon gently presses against my breastbone while watching me. He grins sexily as I fall backwards on the seat while muttering, “I don’t plan on stopping, darlin’.” His southern drawl is intensified by the huskiness of his voice. His lips trail down my stomach before he teases my belly button with his tongue, swirling it around, causing goosebumps to break out on my heated skin. His tongue flicks out to dip inside resulting in pangs of pure want shooting through me, centering on my pulsating mound.
Leaning down, he presses open mouthed kisses to my thighs. I arch off the seat as my hands close over the leather to have something to ground me. My panties are peeled down my legs, leaving a moist trail from the river water and my desire for him.
His hands rest on the inside of my thighs, allowing me to feel the hard callouses from his work roughened hands. He kneads the tight muscles before pushing them to the sides. My knees part with no resistance. I’m exposed, completely at his mercy as I wait with baited breath to feel him where I need him the most.
Blowing gently, his warm breath coats my quivering flesh. I gasp and jerk; then, his soft lips close over my clit. I moan as he nibbles on it before lightly flicking it with his tongue. My back arches off the seat and I moan, “Ohhhhhhh.” My hands tighten around the soft leather underneath me as he laps at me.
He dips his tongue inside of me and moans. “Mmmmmmmmmm.” I can feel it inside of me. Turning his head, he mutters, “I lied, darlin’. I love sweets and you are so sweet.” His voice is like honey in the sun and my eyes roll back in my head from the pleasure he’s bestowing on me. His tongue finds me again and I can’t stop myself from reaching between my legs. My hands grip his hair and hold him against me as he sucks my nub into his mouth to rake it with his teeth before flicking it with his tongue again.
I ride his face as I feel the wave build. I’m screaming out with my pleasure, “Falcon… God, just like that… Yes… Oh, yes… Ohhhhhh. I can’t take it… I’m going to… Oh, God… I can’t…” I scream, “Oh, Falcon… Mmmmmmmmmmmm.” My body arches and I feel myself clenching around his tongue as he tongue fucks me. I shatter. “Ohhhhhhhhhh…”
I shudder once more and then sigh as my back falls back to the seat. My hands are smoothing his hair, where he’s still between my legs. Lifting his head, his eyes twinkle as he looks at me. I feel a blush coat my cheeks and he chuckles. “Eliza… you’re right, darlin’. You are quite a treat.”
Oh, shut up, you sexy as shit man and let me have my turn!
Scooting up on my elbows, I look down my naked body at him and smirk. “Glad you think so… Now… hold on, cowboy. It’s my turn.”
Falcon
Her turn? I’m not about to embarrass myself right now.
She has me so fired up.
I’m aching with the need to blow. If she so much as touches me, I’m going to lose control and cum all over her.
No, we’ll save that for later.
She reaches down, pulling me up her body. I allow her to and press a kiss to her mouth. She sighs and our tongues tangle. Her hand slides down my stomach, searching for me, but I twist my hips, preventing her from touching me. Pulling back, she ends the kiss. Her forehead creases as she frowns up at me. “What the hell? What’s wrong?”
My lips twist and I feel my cheeks flush as I mutter, “If you touch me right now, Eliza, I’m going to explode. I’m so turned on, darlin’. I don’t want to embarrass myself.”
Her eyes widen, but she reaches down anyway. Her hand closes over me through my cold and wet boxer briefs. I groan. “Eliza…” Grinning at me mischievously, she slips her hand beneath the elastic. Her finger slides down my length and I close my eyes as my breath hisses out through my teeth.
With her other hand, she shoves the material down. It catches on my hips until she gives it a yank. My eyes open to lock on hers as the air from outside drifts over the top of my ass cheeks. Her hand closes over my length and she circles her thumb and forefinger around the base. She slides it up, working her hand around my entire length before circling back down to my balls.
I groan again. “Eliza, I’m not kidding….”
Her voice is coy as she says, “So, you’re saying that if I lean down and take you into my mouth right now, you’
re going to come in my throat… or you’ll spray my face?!”
She’s a vixen.
If you take me in your mouth, I’m going to be hard pressed not to choke you. But, cum on your face… Um, hell no.
My eyes quickly open wide and I meet the mischief in hers. “Darlin’, I’m not about to treat you like a porn star so please don’t do that.”
She widens her eyes. “That is good to know.” Her tongue flicks out to lick her lips. “Cum shots to my face are a no-no anyway.”
God, no. I’d never… Has someone done that to her?!
I grip the top of the truck as she strokes me again. I groan, “Eliza…”
My knuckles are white as she grins at me… “Ok, then I’ll give you a rain check on my mouth…
Oh, thank heavens.
I sigh in relief, but its short lived as she releases me only to push my boxer briefs all the way down my thighs. They brush against my knees and fall at my feet. I look at her sharply. She reaches for me again, closing her fist around me. She strokes me again slowly, with just the right grip and pressure. My mouth falls open on a groan, “What are you doing?”
In about .06 seconds, I’m going to sink into you, Darlin’, and I’m not going to stop until you lose control again and I spill my seed inside of you.
She licks her lips and I can see that she wants the same thing I want. Using my cock as a tether, she pulls me toward her while throatily saying, “Falcon, I want you… I want you inside of me. No, I need you. I need you to finish what you started the second you laughed at me yesterday…”
Oh, Dear Lord…
Well, that’s what I want, too…
My shins bump the running board and I reach down to grip her hips on the seat of my truck. Our eyes lock and she guides me to the Promised Land. I stop just as the tip of my cock brushes her wetness. What little sanity I have left reveals itself, “Darlin’, I want to do this…” I exhale sharply. “More than you know. In fact, stopping would kill me, but, I don’t carry condoms in my truck.”
