by Anh Leod
“I feel naughty,” she whispered, nipping at his neck. Her tongue darted out to taste his warm, salty skin. He smelled familiar and wild all at the same time.
“You are naughty.” His hands zipped up to cup her breasts, ensuring she couldn’t want anything but him inside her now. Feeling it imperative, Catee pulled open his suit jacket, reaching for the inner pocket. She touched a thin square with a hard circle inside. Just what she’d expected.
“You came prepared,” she murmured, rubbing herself against him.
“Did I?” he said. “It’s hard to remember.”
Her voice came out as a gasp. “Maybe you don’t have much of a head for wine either.”
“What’s clouding my thinking is you,” he said.
“From the second I scented you, I forgot everything else.”
She lifted the packet to her teeth and held it there so she could work on his trousers. He wasn’t wearing a belt. Her fingers slid against his warm, furry skin as she opened the fastenings. He wasn’t wearing underclothes either and his cock sprang free, proud and straight against her belly when she slid down the zipper. She moaned under her breath and couldn’t resist the urge to take him in one fist and pump up and down the long length. His breathing changed. They were two of a kind, ready for pleasure under the warm August sky.
After a deep breath of the wild air, she tore open the packet until she held the delicate rolled edge of the condom. She fit the ring to the edge of his flared cock head and began to unroll it.
Her knees felt weak and she was desperate to taste his cock, but even more strongly, she needed to take his thick length inside her pussy. They had time to play later. Right now, she had needs.
He bit back a grunt as her fingers smoothed it to his root. “You really mean business, don’t you?”
“Ten months is a long time to wait. What do you expect?” she said.
He didn’t speak, just pushed her away from his leg so he could tug up her skirt until the front panel was at her waist. His body held her against the warm wall and his fingers gripped her thighs, pulling until her drenched pussy found the tip of his sheathed cock.
She sobbed at the feel of his thickness as he pushed into her.
“Okay?” he whispered.
“It feels so good,” she whimpered. “Keep going until there’s nothing left. I want it all.”
“Like this?” He thrust hard, seating himself to the hilt, his bent knees keeping her thighs spread wide.
She went up on her tiptoes to accommodate his height, felt his body shudder. “Yeah, just like that. You have the perfect cock.”
He moved again, the pressure building and her inner walls separating as he swelled. Her toes momentarily lifted from the ground. She adjusted her hips, tilting into him, allowing him to penetrate her more deeply. Already the smell of sex filled her nostrils. Her body heat, the light floral perfume she’d sprayed along her body, the feral, woodsy scent of his flesh added texture to the building tension.
She wanted the moment to last forever. The great outdoors had always captured her like this, turned her on, but she’d never been able to indulge before him, another soul willing to play in the open air.
When he thrust again, she felt him almost to her bones. “Yes,” she told him, “like that. Every time.”
He inhaled and pulled away, but she kept tilting, finding his length and gripping him.
“It can’t be fast,” she gasped when she was impaled again. “I want to come multiple times.”
“It will be fast,” He growled. “You feel too good on my cock.”
“Yeah, I like your cock.” She lifted a hand, pushed her shoulder length hair out of her face, and tried to keep breathing. Her hands felt the knotted cords of his neck. Not only was he fucking her, he was practically holding her up, all 5’11” of her.
Of course he was as tall as his cock was long, as broad as he was thick. Hadn’t she felt the power of his chest when she’d hunted for his pocket? She could trust his strength.
“I like it,” she said. “All of it. Let me take you in.”
He thrust into her again and she keened, a low sound that melted into the gentle waves on the river.
She heard an answering sound from his throat and pressed harder, glad for the wall keeping her in position.
She squeezed and released as he entered. His hands, creeping to her ass for a better grip, felt slippery now from his perspiration and hers. Every moment was sensuous torture, ecstatic strain.
Damn, she didn’t want to come, but she was so wide open to his thrusts. She tried to tilt, keep the pressure on her clit, but she was spiraling already, calling out, panting. The intensity made her senses dim, her ears buzz, and her vision go dark.
“Fuck.” He pushed into her hard, ramming into her flesh, exploding in staccato bursts. Her body answered his, pulsing with his beat.
Then she couldn’t breathe. His chest anchored her to the wall, his head resting against it. She put her hands on his pecs and pushed. He stumbled back, his cock pulling out of her. Suddenly panicked, she ran toward the river and collapsed on her knees at the edge of a railing above the slope, gasping for air. It hadn’t been enough, but she was winded anyway, overwhelmed. Too long out of practice. Too much time alone. Not enough food in her belly.
The breeze caught in her throat and she coughed. She sensed the man kneel beside her. He put his warm hand on her back.
“I’m Jem,” he said, when the roaring had left her ears. “I have a wallet, money too, I think.”
What an odd thing to say, as if she wouldn’t know. “It doesn’t matter,” she said. “I told you, I’ve got a place to stay, money of my own.”
“I want to take care of you.”
“For tonight,” she said bitterly. “No point in making this a regular event, like a relationship.”
“Don’t be angry,” Jem said. “You don’t really know me. But our bodies like each other.”
There was an understatement. “Just give me a minute, okay? Then you can take me to my room.”
She felt nauseated, maybe as much from the hard contractions of her orgasm as from the pressure of his body against hers when she was leaning on the wall. It had felt so good at the time. She hated when it was over. But it had been ten full months and she had forgotten that sense of loss—as soon as it started it was going to be over.
She stared at the tiny lights dotting the water from houses on the Washington State side. Jem was humming something, his voice pitched low and his hand tangled in her hair. The tune was gorgeous and she recognized it from long ago.
When she sighed, he gave up his tune.
“We’d better get you to your room. Do you want me to carry you?”
“That’s not necessary,” she said. “You looked tired in the tasting room.”
“I’m strong, but I came a long way to be here.”
“Me too, I guess. I live in Beaverton, did you know?” She wanted him to know something about her.
She saw his teeth flash. “That’s a funny name.”
“Really.” She held out her hand. “Help me stand.”
After he helped her up, they went back across the terrace. Her legs trembled and her equilibrium was off, maybe as much from the wine as the sex.
After she recovered her belongings, Jem led her toward the dumpster side, where he stooped and picked something up. It was a duffel bag.
“I brought this,” he said, taking her hand again.
She fumbled for her car keys, which were hiding at the bottom of her purse. Though her hotel was just up a hill across the road, she’d driven so she’d have the trunk to store her photographic equipment.
On Monday, she’d finish the job and return home to sort through the photos and update the brochure.
But the rest of this weekend was playtime.
When they reached her car, she let go of his hand and stepped to the passenger side, which had the only lock that opened all the doors at once. She turned to invite him in and saw hi
m haloed by the moonlight. The moon had been full the night before and it was still bright and prominent in the landscape.
She noticed he was hunched a bit, his arms hanging loosely at his sides, like any moment he would lean forward and walk on all fours. His hair bristled in the moonlight, making it appear longer that it was.
Her fingers trembled and the keys dropped out of her hands. Was this safe? The clattering noise of her key ring against the smooth paint of the door brought her to her senses. She bent and grabbed the keys, pulling them out of the lock. When she looked up, he was moving toward her. She held out her keys defensively, points forward.
His smile was gentle as he reached her and he looked just as he had, his hair tousled from her fingers. “Everything okay?”
She swallowed hard, dismissing her strange fantasy. “The wine must be going to my head. All I’ve had to eat today is half of a fortune cookie.”
Chapter Two
Catee wished Jem had offered to drive given her shaky condition, but instead he shut the door when she swung her legs into the driver seat and moved to the passenger side.
“I’m glad my hotel is just up the hill,” she said.
“Let’s go through the drive-thru first, get you something to eat.” There was that voice of command again, but she didn’t mind because he was taking care of her.
He had noticed how she was feeling and she appreciated it. “I thought only locals knew about that place.”
He frowned as if irritated with himself. “I’ve been here before.”
He must have something wrong with his memory. That was the only explanation that made sense. Getting involved should have been a bad idea, but his body was prime even if his mind was a little fuzzy at times. She couldn’t resist, had never resisted, in fact. “Let’s go,” she agreed, realizing the shaking in her limbs hadn’t subsided.
After picking up burgers and fries from the hole-in-the-wall restaurant, they got back in the car.
“Just sit here and eat,” he urged. “You don’t smell right.”
“Okay,” she agreed. Smell right? Maybe he meant look right? He was different, that was for sure.
“Here. You aren’t moving very fast.” He held a French fry, dripping with ketchup, to her mouth.
She caught the drips of tart red sauce on her tongue, then bit down on the fry, naughtily nipping the tip of his finger in the process.
He grinned. “No fair taking off my fingers. You can’t be that hungry.”
She noticed how his hair stood up from his scalp in thick tufts. He needed a comb. Her mouth went dry as she remembered what had caused his hair to get so mussed. He held up another fry and she took that one between her teeth too, knowing she needed to stabilize her blood sugar before any further activities of a sensual nature. Still, though, she desired him intensely and the nerve endings in her pussy flickered to life with each calorie she swallowed.
“Do they custom-cook hamburgers at this dive?”
she asked, biting off another fry and opening her greasy bag. What she really wanted was her cheeseburger.
“Why?”
“You asked for it rare. I’ve never heard anyone request a specific doneness outside of a sit-down restaurant.”
“Oh.” He ate a fry. “I don’t think I go into restaurants very often.”
“Where do you live?”
He gestured vaguely in a way that could have meant south or east. “It’s very rural. I have a lot of acreage.”
“Do you farm or ranch?”
“No.” He ate another fry, then took a sip from his milk carton. “It’s all wild. Beautiful country.”
“Then what do you live on?”
“I have businesses.”
How did he manage to run them? Her eyes closed in bliss when she bit into her burger. The bun was sweet, laced with mayonnaise, ketchup, pickles, and cheese. Gastronomic heaven, but certainly caloric suicide. Still, if she was only going to manage one meal a day, she could justify the meat and cheese. Besides, it came complete with a tomato slice and lettuce—all part of a balanced diet. Catee noticed Jem wasn’t eating his tomato or lettuce, or the bun either, for that matter. The air in the car filled with the rich scent of beef.
“Are you on a special diet?” she asked, wiping her fingers on a scratchy paper napkin.
“No. I just like meat, mostly.” He pulled a strip of the hamburger and dropped it into his mouth. His lips glistened.
He had a gorgeous mouth and, what the hell, her lips were greasy too. She tossed the remains of her burger onto the dashboard and wrapped her right arm around his neck, pulling him close.
His lips met hers, tasting of ketchup and surprise. Delicious. She opened her mouth, offering herself and his tongue moved in, exploring every contour and crevice.
He slid sensuously along her tongue, inviting her to play. She investigated his lips, his teeth.
Thick muscles bunched under her wandering hands and he pulled her from her seat with his arms around her waist, until she was straddling his lap.
“Could we?” she asked. “Anyone could see us here. We’re under the light.”
His only answer was the creak of his zipper. Oh why not, she’d found possible exposure a turn-on at the winery. Every year, she became a little more daring. She grabbed her purse and felt through the little inside pocket for a condom.
“Thanks,” he said, taking it from her. Deftly, he opened it and sheathed himself while her mouth watered anew at the sight of his luscious cock.
“I still want a taste,” she told him.
“Later.” He tossed the condom wrapper aside.
She pulled up her skirt, letting it settle around his lap, blocking their nudity if not the rhythm of their actions. He pulled her down on his rigid cock.
Her head fell back as she settled, her folds welcoming him with slick heat. The blood in her veins moved sluggishly, but her mind felt light. He pulled her deep, hard, sluicing through her core, setting a rhythm of impatient speed.
“I never stop wanting you,” he said. “You’re better than food.”
“Then why?” she asked. “Never mind.”
Catee bent her head and rested her face against his shoulder, letting him guide her rise and fall against him. Better than food? Yes, he was certainly better than her dinner. Her clit jolted every time she swiveled down on him. He was hitting an amazing spot deep inside her channel. Instinctively, she swayed on his lap, making circles, dancing almost.
He hummed an old song and she fell into his rhythm.
After thirty seconds, he was having none of that game and contained her hips within his grasp, stopping her movements.
“Hey,” she protested. She’d been having a good time.
“Focus,” he said with a wolfish grin.
In response, she gripped him tightly with her pussy and tore at his shirt with her hands, knowing she was adding grease stains to the white fabric and not caring. The shirt was new and the buttonholes were stiff, but she got a few open and breathed in the scent of the pelt on his chest.
The hair felt springy against her face. It smelled warmly of some elemental spice. Her body responded by releasing even more moisture, drenching his cock.
He pumped in and out, a straight up and down rhythm that hit every pleasure point in her body and brain.
“I should be eating,” she moaned.
He responded by placing his fingers in her mouth.
She laughed around them, sucking the French fry salt from his digits. “Don’t tempt me. Oh God.”
“You always tempt me.” His words were forced through his lips slowly, like he was trying to hold them back.
A funny sensation boogied through her belly, like trickles of light were skipping through her center. It was beginning again. She clenched, keeping him in place so she could grind her clit against the root of his cock. He grabbed her ass and held on, making every moment a glorious torment.
Catee’s entire body began to vibrate with her coming orgasm. Jem pulled he
r flesh against his hips, keeping her clit tight against his pelvis until her body flew.
When she was shuddering, her head against his shoulder and her mind gloriously blank, he renewed his rhythm. She rested, breathing in his scent while his cock thrust deeper, the girth stretching her channel.
His breath was hot against her neck, his gasps the sexiest thing she’d ever heard.
“Come for me,” she whispered. “Give it all to me.”
He grunted and his release overtook him. Jem’s cock jerked inside her pulsing channel while her insides fluttered faintly in response, a ghost of her previous orgasm. He muttered something against her hair as his grip on her ass softened. Now he rubbed, soothing the flesh, with his cock still buried deep inside her.
Her mind felt fuzzy and she wondered if she could fall asleep right here. She was so relaxed, despite the thick scent of cooling fast food. Jem stroked her back, his hand warm against the cool fabric of her blouse, and the world fell away.
Time passed. Catee opened her eyes for some unknown reason and saw darkness. A sound to her left brought her upright, then a flash of light blinded her. She put a hand over her eyes, realizing where she was and that Jem was still beneath her.
Someone knocked on the passenger window.
Jem stirred and rolled it down. The cashier from the restaurant stood a foot from the car with a flashlight.
“Everything okay?” the teen asked, pointing his beam into the car. “I’m closing up now.”
Catee pushed at her skirt, making sure she and Jem were covered. He’d never even pulled out or disposed of the condom. She was sure the cashier would be able to smell sex in the air. After a long pause, the cashier turned the flashlight away. His face was eerily half yellow, half shadow, from the light.
“We’re good,” Jem said. “Tired.”
“You can’t stay in the parking lot. It’s private property.” The cashier made a face that looked distorted in the light. “I have to run off truckers all the time.”
