Kelly slapped her hand over her mouth, her face hotter than she’d ever felt it. “I don’t know why I said that. I swear I don’t know why.”
His eyes darkened, the pupils widening to swallow the blue. “I hope you said it because you meant it.”
“I did. But I’ve never, ever told a guy anything like that before.”
Trey slid his hands around her hips, pulling her against him. He wore a tight, plain black sweatshirt that smelled like cotton and him. “I’m honored you said it to me. That I was the first one.”
“And the last. The only one I’m ever going to say it to.”
He dipped his head and skimmed his lips across her cheek. “I’m doubly honored.”
She closed her eyes and whispered, “You spank me, and then you fuck me. Right under the lights of the parking lot. It feels so good.”
Trey held her close, swaying back and forth, although the music’s beat was still fiery fast. His thighs pressed hers, and she felt the rigid length of his cock against her abdomen.
“It’s kind of cold for a parking lot tonight,” he said.
Kelly drew a breath. “I guess a nice warm house will have to do.”
“With a staircase.”
She shivered. It had always felt safe to fantasize about Trey because she figured she’d never see him again. It was her version of an affair—a fantasy that no one knew about but her.
Trey looked like he was perfectly fine with being her fantasy man. He moved one hand between them, unhooking his belt buckle, then in one smooth move, he pulled the leather belt from his jeans.
Kelly twined her hands behind his neck, her legs shaking, wondering what he was going to do. Her pussy was roasting hot, already wet.
Trey slid the length of the belt around her butt, holding her against him with it. He kept swaying, dancing slow with her, rubbing the inch-wide leather up and down her ass.
At the same time, he kissed her.
She remembered the kiss from all those years ago, how his lips opened hers without asking permission, how she willingly gave it anyway. His tongue slid inside her mouth, rough and warm.
They kept on dancing slow, and then the music caught up to them, the next track a dark, languid tune, about how a woman could be sexy and hot. Trey sang along under his breath. Kelly closed her eyes and nuzzled his neck.
He moved her slowly over to the stairs. As the song went on about fires burning inside, he turned her around, still with the belt enclosing her, and swayed with her, his cock finding its way between her buttocks.
“You are so damn sexy,” he whispered. “And I want you so bad.”
Kelly traced the line of the belt, caressing it over her hips. “I want you, too.”
He nipped the shell of her ear. “Bend over and hold onto the railing.”
Shaking, Kelly leaned forward and grabbed hold of the polished post at the bottom of the stairs. She felt him slide his calloused palm up her bare thighs and push her tight skirt upward.
His fingers slid beneath the thin elastic strap of her panties. “Pretty,” he said. “Black satin looks good on you.” He chuckled. “Bet it looks even better off you.”
With one hand, he pulled the panties down her legs. Air, dry and heated, touched her backside.
“Sure you want me to do this?” Trey asked, voice soft.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
A bead of fluid trickled from her pussy to her thighs. She spread her legs slightly, wishing he’d rub the belt between them.
Instead, the belt came down, slap, on her bare ass.
He didn’t hit very hard, only enough to sting. She made a soft noise, and he leaned over her, his jeans brushing her bare legs. “You okay?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Do it again.”
She felt his chest rise with a sharp breath, then he backed away. She heard a swish of air then felt the strap, slap! A little harder this time.
“You have such a pretty ass,” Trey said softly. “I want to fuck it.”
Kelly gulped, her hands slick with sweat on the rail. “I’ve never done that.”
“I’ll teach you.” Slap, slap, slap. Each stroke stung a little more, but at the same time, it felt damn good. Her hips moved, and she wanted him to shove his hand or his tongue or his cock between her thighs.
“Your ass is all red,” he murmured. “I love it.”
Trey held off on the strap and stepped into her line of sight to pull off his sweatshirt. He was breathing hard, his face damp with perspiration.
Her eyes widened as she looked him over. He was gorgeous enough dressed, but in only his jeans and boots, he was stunning. When she’d last seen him, he’d been twenty-one, lean and muscular, but still lanky with youth.
Ten years had filled him out into a hard specimen of man. His chest was sculpted with muscle, flat, pale nipples nestling in dark, curling hair. His shoulders were wide and tight—on the right one was a white, round scar left over from his rodeo days when he’d been the best calf cutter in Makeview county.
She’d seen him with his shirt off once, and had longed to trace the scar with her tongue. She still did.
Trey stroked his hand over her hair, then pressed a kiss to the top of her head. He moved around behind her again and laid the belt across her back. His two fingers skimmed down her buttocks, tracing the crease between them.
He sank to his knees, fingers feathering upward to find her quim. “You’re soaking,” he murmured.
“I know.”
“Filled with honey for me.” He licked the folds of her pussy. Her fingers tightened on the stair railing, wood cool on her palms. He pulled her panties all the way down, the elastic brushing her ankles.
He went on licking, hands spreading her thighs. He still clutched the belt, the leather stiff against her skin.
With his tongue, he did marvelous things. She twitched, swaying back and forth as he thoroughly licked her opening and thrust his tongue inside.
“Merry Christmas,” she groaned.
He laughed, his breath hot on her quim. He blew softly, stirring the curls, then nibbled the petals of her skin. “Lean onto me,” he said. “Let me have you.”
She bent her legs, easing herself back to his mouth. He made a noise of appreciation, then he buried his tongue inside her. Hot and wet, his tongue sliced deep into her pussy, licking and stroking hard.
Then he withdrew his tongue and stroked it over her clit. The nub swelled, his tongue grating over it, fiery hot.
She felt her climax coming, and she didn’t want it to. “No,” she whispered. “Not yet.”
Trey chuckled. He had her legs spread wide, the panties stretching around her feet. She could care less if they ripped, let them. His tongue danced from her clit to her cunt, teasing the nub, thrusting into the opening.
Mr. X would never, ever have been this good.
“Trey.”
“I’m right here, sweet baby.”
“Fuck me.”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
Did he stand up, rip off his jeans and thrust into her like she craved? No. He flicked his tongue faster, then nibbled on her hard clit. Tingles raced from her pussy down her legs and up her arms to her fingers and toes.
“Trey,” she moaned again. She raised up on her toes, spasms pulsing through her. It wasn’t a screaming, mindless orgasm, but it was pretty damn good.
Trey kept on licking, swallowing her cream, tongue lapping every fold. She twitched and rocked, moaning for more. He went on and on, licking and nipping her, suckling her clit until she thrust herself back, begging for his tongue.
He gave it to her. Good, so damn good. Oh, Trey.
She pulled away from him, kicking off the restraining panties, turned around and put the banister behind her. She gave him a wild-eyed look, her breasts rising with her ragged breath.
“I want to do that to you.”
He looked up at her, hair tousled, mouth smiling. “You want to lick my cunt? I hate to disappoint you, but…”
“No, your cock, you pain in the butt.” Of course he knew what she meant, he was just teasing her. “Get your pants down and sit on the stairs. I want your cock in my mouth right now.”
Trey’s grin widened, his mouth turning up in one corner. “Well…okay.”
This had to be an erotic dream. Kelly couldn’t really be standing here with nothing on under her tight red dress while Trey Kincaid slowly unzipped his fly and pushed his jeans and briefs down over his hips.
He sat down, jeans still hugging his thighs, then leaned back on his elbows on the stairs.
Kelly wanted to come just looking at him. His torso was dark where the sun would hit it, creamy white below the waistband. He didn’t sunbathe in the nude. He was modest, and for some reason, that turned her on.
His jeans hugged the tight, well-muscled thighs she’d imagined, his skin bronzed below his hips. His cock stood straight up, tight and dark red, the tip smooth. His balls were high and full, rising from curls of black hair at the base.
She let her gaze run over him. His cock was long and tall, just like he was, firm and waiting for her. She could already imagine the taste in her mouth. She licked her lips.
He slanted her a smile filled with sin. “Like what you see?”
Kelly tilted her head, as though considering, one finger on her lips.
His grin vanished. “If you don’t, don’t tell me. But you know what? You look fucking adorable like that.”
The lust in his eyes was plain to see. He was shaking, only a little bit, like he was holding himself back, waiting to see what she’d do. He still held the belt, folded once in his right hand, the leather dangling to the stair.
“Does this seem weird to you?” Kelly asked.
He blinked. “Weird?”
“We haven’t seen each other in almost ten years, then you walk in, and we want to jump each other’s bones.”
“I don’t think it’s weird. You’re beautiful.”
He watched her, lying there naked with his jeans around thighs, his dark hair mussed from going down on her. Damn, he’d make a beautiful picture.
“Hang on a minute,” she said. She whirled into the living room, snatched up the camera her mother had sent as an early Christmas present, flicked it on, and ran back to the stairway. Before Trey could say anything, she lifted the camera, focused and shot.
Flash.
Trey flinched, and his face turned bright red. “Hey, what are you doing?”
“Don’t worry. It’s digital.”
“Yeah, but you could put that on the Internet.” He stared at her in frozen horror, his embarrassment kind of cute.
“I’d never do that.” Kelly held the camera at her side. “This is private.”
He stared at her a few heartbeats, as though trying to decide if he could trust her. She asked him, “Did you ever tell anyone what happened that night behind Hank’s honky-tonk?”
“No.”
She smiled. “Neither did I. It was my memory to treasure.”
“Mine too.”
They looked at each other. Kelly’s heart warmed.
“Here, how about this,” Trey said. He turned over onto his front, his beautiful ass tight and smooth. His back tapered from broad shoulders to tight waist, then his jeans hugged his thighs, half on, half off. He gave her a wicked look over his shoulder.
“Perfect,” Kelly breathed, and snapped a picture. “That’ll make a great screensaver.”
His eyes widened. “What?”
“I’m just kidding. I’ll bury the pics in a computer file no one will ever see. Except me.”
Trey put his hand over his eyes. “I swear I’m going to spank you again.”
“I hope so. Turn over again. I want some more.”
Trey complied. Kelly mounted the stairs, standing with her feet on either side of his legs, and aimed the camera straight down at his cock. Click. Flash, another beautiful photo.
He stuck out his tongue as she took another shot. She climbed up behind him and took a picture going down the stairs, while he held his cock up straight with his fingers.
He got into it, laughing and posing for her. He also didn’t mind looking straight up her dress as she stood over him. “You’re pussy is gorgeous,” he said.
She blushed. Strange to be shy when she was taking pictures of his naked cock.
“I have an idea,” she said. She scurried down the stairs again and held out her hand. “Take off your pants and come here.”
“I thought you wanted to suck on me.”
“I do. But I want to do something first. Come on.”
Looking bemused, Trey stripped off his boots and socks, then shoved his jeans the rest of the way off. She got a shot of him doing that, too.
Her heart beating faster, she said, “Put the boots back on.”
He gave her a what? look, but laughed. “All right.” He pulled on his boots, then let her haul him to his feet.
A beautiful naked man in nothing but his cowboy boots. His body rippled with muscle, bronzed skin flowing like someone had dipped a perfect male statue into molten gold. Except, of course for the pale skin of his ass, and his dark cock standing straight out.
He gave her a sexy look under his lashes, and Kelly stepped back, her cream flowing, and took another picture.
She seized his hand and led him over to the Christmas tree. “Sit down there,” she said, pointing. Grinning, he did it. He sat in front of the tree, on the carpet, his knees bent, legs spread, his arms circling his knees. Another shot.
Kelly grabbed a roll of Christmas wrap she’d left on the floor and tore off a large sheet. She came to him and wrapped it around his middle, wadding it high over his still erect cock.
Trey started laughing. “Give me some bows.”
She took fresh red, silver, and green bows from a plastic bag and handed them to him. He peeled of the backings and stuck one on his head, one at his navel, and one on the wrapping paper over his cock.
He leaned back on his elbows and spread his legs. “All ready for Christmas morning.”
Kelly snapped pictures, her pussy hot and wet, her body shivering all over.
Trey posed for her, first lying on his back, legs apart, then on his hands and knees, his butt peeking through the paper, then lowering himself to his stomach, letting her stick bows all over his exposed ass.
He turned over again and Kelly ripped open the paper so that his stiff cock poked through. She took a picture of that, then put a bow on his tip. He laughed so hard, it kept falling off.
Finally, she dropped to her hands and knees and tore off the paper, opening her Christmas present.
His laughter died. He smoothed her hair, his hand shaking. She pushed his strong legs apart and lowered her mouth to fit it around his cock.
Chapter Three
Trey picked up the camera from where she’d laid it next to him, at the same time he felt Kelly’s warm, wet mouth suck him in.
Damn, and I almost decided to spend Christmas in Austin, catching up on work.
He’d never really forgotten about Kelly, her red hair and big brown eyes and smile that could stop his heart. When she’d asked him to ride out with her that day ten years ago and find her father’s mare and foal, she’d looked at him with sweet, troubled eyes, and he hadn’t been able to say no.
Maybe she’d think he was brave and cool, helping her rescue the horses. Maybe she wouldn’t mind if he grabbed her in his arms and planted a big kiss on her mouth. Maybe he could tell her he’d always thought she was hot.
But Trey had been shy, more comfortable around cutting horses than around women. Even in Austin, meeting women from all over the country, he could smile and nod, but not really talk to them. They all thought he was sexy, but that was just his good luck. The long, tall Texan who smiled and said ma’am became popular very fast.
He’d gotten up the courage to ask Kelly to dance at the honky-tonk that night after the horse ride, but she’d come there with her friends. He remembered standing at the
bar watching her laugh and goof around with her girlfriends, wanting to go over to her, and not being able to.
He’d had to drink three beers before he could even walk to her table, and he’d only gone because her friends had trooped to the restroom, and she’d volunteered to stay and watch their stuff. She’d smiled up at him and said, sure, she’d dance with him, soon as her friends came back.
He’d almost scooted away, not wanting to be standing there, blushing, when the ladies returned. He remembered his face burning as they came back to the table, staring at him, smiles wide, and Kelly casually saying she was going to dance. Her friends had nudged each other, snickering, telling Kelly not to do anything they wouldn’t.
Trey had almost dropped the idea, but once he had Kelly in his arms, and they were stepping around the floor, he forgot his shyness. She thanked him for helping her bring the horses back—Trey had carried the tiny foal across his lap all the way, while Kelly had held the mare’s lead rein. It had taken them a long time to get back, and they’d spent it talking like they’d known each other forever.
On the dance floor, they couldn’t talk much over the music, but Kelly smiled at him, so that was fine. They’d danced three dances, then Kelly said she was too hot, so they took a walk outside. Her friends watched them go with knowing grins.
Behind Hank’s honky-tonk, a path led down through cottonwoods to the river below, a pretty walk on a summer day. It had been October, and a little nippy, but that meant the rattlesnakes were hiding, and they could walk under the moon without too much worry. Trey had started kissing her, unable to stop, and then she put her hands on his ass, and then he put his hands on hers, and things had gone from there.
When he asked to go out with her again, and she said she had to help her sister move back to UT El Paso, he figured she was letting him down easy. Sure, this was fun, but they would go their separate ways, and that would be that.
Every time he called home, he asked, casually, if his grandmother had heard anything about Kelly. His grandmother and her aunt were good friends, and usually, she volunteered the information.
“Oh, do you remember Kelly St. Clair? She got a degree in interior design and came back home to work with her aunt’s decorating business. She’s really good. All those millionaires retiring down by View Creek ask for her.” And then, “Remember Kelly St. Clair? Well, she’s getting married. One of those retiring millionaires has a son who inherited his dad’s business. He took one look at Kelly, and that was it.”
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