“Oh shit.” All of a sudden, Brandon changes things up by dipping his mouth down and wrapping his lips around my hypersensitive nipples. “Oh my God.”
His lips, his tongue, and then even his teeth. He grazes them over me, giving me the most incredible mix of pleasure and pain all at once. I grab onto his hair, I tug it and yank it as he drives me wild, but that just makes Brandon even more crazy. He speeds up and tugs harder until I just can’t take it any longer.
Then, just as he pulls his mouth away, leaving my nipples exposed to the cold night air, he hooks his hand into the waistband of my shorts and he pulls them right down. This action is so rapid and fast that my lace panties fly down with them, leaving me with only my cowboy boots on. I move to kick them off, but Brandon stops me.
“Hold on,” he whispers breathlessly at me. “Leave them on. Let me take your underwear off over them.”
I find it very exciting to be a part of his little cowgirl fantasy so I do as he asks. I’ve never been anyone’s fantasy girl before, and to be honest he’s mine as well. The tall, dark, handsome stranger that sends me to heaven and back and vanishes in the middle of the night… we’re both fulfilling a role here and it’s really kind of fun.
Once my underwear is gone, Brandon hooks his hand under my left knee and he bends it so my foot is pressed up against the wall. Then he nudges my knee so my legs fall further apart, allowing him to move in between my legs so he can press up against me.
Holy hell. Oh my God.
His thick, throbbing erection that’s pressed up against my core is intense. I can already tell that he’s absolutely massive and he’s definitely ready for me. The only question is am I ready for him? I’ve certainly never had anyone so large before and I have no idea what he’s going to do to me. Will I be able to handle it? I don’t know, but I’m excited to find out. I owe it to the girl who sat up on the stage not so long ago fantasizing about what this was going to feel like.
I slowly and tantalizingly unbutton his shirt as we kiss, running my fingers over his thick, strong muscles as I go down. He has an actual six pack which is amazing. Not something I’ve ever experienced before. As I touch it, I can’t help thinking that he should be gracing the pages of a magazine, not messing around with me in my cabin.
I get his shirt off so far but Brandon takes the final steps by shaking it off his shoulders. As he does I actually gasp loudly at the sight of him. He’s so damn gorgeous that it’s freaking me out a little. Then, he curls his fingers around the waistband of his boxers and he pushes them all the way down. While he bends down to pull a condom out of his pocket, I can’t seem to stop myself any longer. I trail my fingers downwards, edging further and further until I feel my own wetness.
“Oh fuck,” I moan as I touch myself. “Oh shit.”
Brandon’s eyes get heavy lidded with desire as he watches me intently, He rolls the condom over his cock but doesn’t connect with me right away. He stands there watching me as I run my hand up and down my soaking slit. This is probably something that I should be a little shy about, I’m certainly not usually so sexually adventurous, but with Brandon looking at me like that, and safe in the knowledge that this will only be a one time thing, I can just be as sexually liberated as I want.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Brandon rasps as he finally makes his way back to me. The fact that he said beautiful rather than sexy touches me, and makes me even more crazy.
Brandon grabs my hand away from me and he holds both of my hands above my head. He pins them there with one hand, then he uses the other to continue on what I was doing only moments before. As he does I buck and I roll my hips towards him. My touch was good, but fuck me his touch is incredible. His rough, yet velvety fingers feel incredible as they slide in and out of me, massaging my insides. I almost can’t contain the pressure that’s starting to build inside of me, it’s nearly too much…
And then he pushes me even closer to the edge by rubbing his thumb over my clit at the same time. My body is overloaded with sensations, I don’t know if I can stand it much longer.
Then Brandon’s hand moves away from me and I feel his tip teasing my entrance instead. I try to encourage him inside of me, I want to push him deep into me, but since he has complete control of my body I can’t. But that doesn’t stop me from bucking like crazy against him.
It’s been far too long since I’ve done something wild that’s just for me. This feels so damn good. It’s freaking incredible, I want more, I need more…
I don’t know how I’ve managed to keep myself away from the rest of the world if I’m honest. It’s seemed so easy to not go near any man, but that’s got to be because none of them have sent me anywhere near as wild. This… this is something else.
Eventually Brandon gives me what I need and he slides all the way into me, stretching me around him as he fills me up completely. I’m so damn aware of every inch of him, more than I ever have been with any man before. He slams into me pressing my butt hard against the wall as he thrusts over and over again. With every stroke he gets harder and faster as the animalistic side of him gets the better of him too. It’s too much for me, so much that I lift my other foot off the ground too and I wrap my legs tightly around his waist, driving him in even deeper.
This might be wrong, I might never usually act like this, but my God it feels so right. My head is spinning, I can practically see stars, and the pressure is still building.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out as the pleasure intensifies. I’m not usually so vocal, but today I can’t stop the words. Luckily my cottage is too far away from anyone so no one will be able to hear me no matter how much noise I make… which is a truly liberating thought. “Oh fucking hell.”
Brandon grinds, continuing to hit all the right spots, sending me ever closer to the edge of desire… and then I’m falling. The moment simply crashes into me hard and shakes and shatters through my body. I buck and thrust back as hard as I can, just trying to extend the most amazing pleasure that I’ve ever experienced in my life. It has never been as intense as this before. The orgasm is like a tsunami of bliss that continually crashes over and over me until there isn’t anything of me left. Just a shuddering, sweaty, but very satisfied mess.
“That was amazing,” I gasp into his mouth once the bliss has shot through him too. “Oh my God, I don’t think it’s ever felt so good before.”
As Brandon drops me to my feet and he pulls away from me, I wonder if there should be some regret coming to me now. There isn’t, I’m still fully basking in the post orgasmic glow, but there probably should be. I’ve just had my very first one night stand after all!
But then Brandon smiles at me, and I realize that it’s silly to feel that way. We’re just two consenting adults that met and decided to have a bit of fun. Now, we will part ways. I’ll go to bed and he’ll head back to wherever it is he’s staying and we’ll never see each other again. Well… I’ll probably see him in a lot of my future fantasies, but that’s it.
This will just be what it is, one night of meaningless, random fun.
Perfect.
Chapter 6 – Brandon
“So, what do you think, boss?” Hank, the site foreman says to me in a gruff, firm tone of voice “Everything look as you want it to be? Plans all good? Any comments you have?”
“Hmm, what?” I hate to admit it but my mind is elsewhere. I want to concentrate on this job because much as I didn’t like to be the one to take it on, I need to do a good job. If I’m going to work I need to forget Lola and her soft kisses, her lovely skin, the feel of her body underneath me… it’s challenging to think of anything but her. “Sorry, yes. The plan, looks great. Thank you for getting them all together for me, I really appreciate it.”
I glance down at the paper and try to visualize the drawing coming to life in front of me. It looks great but now I can see it through very different eyes. Now that I’ve seen more of the town I can see how it won’t fit in and how it might ruin the quaint experience people get in th
is town. But then again I’m not powerful enough to start putting my emotions before my business. My dad just won’t hear of it. All I can hope is that I can do a good job.
“Okay great, well I’ll get my men on it now. I think Archie might have a break down of the predicted costs if that’s something that you want to look at as well.”
“Yep, sounds great. Let’s do this.”
As we walk to where Archie has his desk set up I fire off a text to my dad. I don’t know how much detail he wants to know about all of this, but I want to keep him up to date anyway. Just in case. I hold my cell phone out for a moment, just waiting for a reply, but I get nothing.
“So how you enjoying the small town life?” Hank asks as we walk. “I bet it’s a bit different from the big ol’ city isn’t it?” He says this as a joke, as if the city is worse, and I actually think he might believe it. “Bet you can hardly sleep in the quiet.”
“The city isn’t that far away,” I tell him with a smirk. “What is it, like an hour or two in the car? And to be fair I’ve only been here a short while so it’s fine.”
“I bet your problem is the lack of girls. A guy like you, must have them all over you.”
I can’t even begin to consider the irony of this remark. Since being here I’ve met the only girl to not bore me as soon as we’ve slept together. Hours have passed and still all I can think about is her. Instead of getting into this with a man I don’t know and I have to work with for the next few months, I don’t say anything. That’s something I’ve found in business, sometimes saying nothing is much better than doing anything.
“Right, Archie.” I take my seat next to him, trying my hardest to just get my damn head in the game already. “Let’s get these numbers crunched, shall we? Work out where we’re headed with this one?”
As he starts to talk me through the financial side of things, I discretely check the screen of my cell phone but I still have nothing from my father. It makes me feel a bit insignificant that he can’t even be bothered to reply to me, not even a yes. He’s always on his phone, sending texts, firing off emails, searching, connecting… I know he’s seen my message, he just doesn’t care enough to reply. Again I’m filled with the sense that I’m a disappointment. That always comes from Dad. I don’t even know if he means to do it or if it’s just his way, but it really does irritate me whatever the case. The rest of the world sees my worth, it’s only him.
I wish I had thought to get Lola’s number, then I could send her a cheeky text to get me through the day. She too, I know is going to be super busy on the farm all day long. I wish I could talk her through it.
Still, maybe there is something I can do. I know we don’t have any plans for tonight but that doesn’t mean I can’t see her again. Maybe I can even do something nice for her as well. I can head to the grocery store and get some food, cook her a meal. Maybe I don’t know too much about her yet, but she seems like the sort of person who gives and gives without expecting anything back. Maybe it’s time for someone to make her feel special.
That someone can be me!
***
“Hey there,” a brassy haired blonde with bright red lips says as she leans in towards me. “You must be new here, right?”
She’s older than me, but that’s hardly surprising. I often attract a bit of a cougar. I’m not quite sure what it is they find so attractive about me, but they do. I usually don’t mind an older woman, I think they expect much less from me. They know what ‘just sex’ is, and they’re happy for that. I’m not interested today though, I only have one thing in mind.
“Yeah I am new. I’ve just come to pick up some groceries.” Maybe my tone is a little colder than I’d like it to be, I just don’t want there to be any misconception here. Sometimes I’ve been known to accidently flirt. “Is this all you have here?”
“Sure is.” She pops her gum loudly. “We just get what we get and have to make do. What is it you’re after?”
I sigh loudly. I’m not much of a big chef, but I do know how to make a good Coronation Chicken but I don’t think I’ll be able to get everything I need here. It might have to be a pasta bake and cheap wine night. Not the way I’d like to treat a lady I actually have interest in, but what else can I do?
“Erm no, I think I got it,” I huff out. “Thanks though.”
“I take it you’re a part of that big new development thing?” she continues, not taking the hint that I’m not interested. She leans over the counter while pushing her cleavage together. This gives me a better view of her name badge which reads Erica. “Are you the one in charge?”
“I am.” I brace myself as I run my eyes over the shelves. I wait for the onslaught, similar to what I go from Lola, but somehow it doesn’t come.
“Cool,” she says simply instead.
As I glance at her out the corner of my eyes I realize why. She’s one of those people who doesn’t care enough about anything to have an opinion. She’s more than happy to just let things happen around her. That makes her life content, but without any fire. Lola is nothing like that. I think that’s what attracts me to her, she stands out in so many ways.
Despite the fact that I know I might be treading on thin ice, I decide to delve in and do a bit of digging. From what I’ve learned in life you can tell a lot about a person from what others have to say about them… even if it isn’t all true.
“So, do you know Lola Boots? I went to see her singing last night. She seems pretty talented.”
The woman’s face turns into a glowering expression which suggests she doesn’t like me discussing another female in front of her. "She’s okay, I suppose,” she tells me pettily. “Everyone thinks she should be famous, but she can’t be because she has to care for her dad.”
My blood runs cold, I realize my mistake. I’ve already decided that I don’t want to pry until she wants to share things with me, but it seems I’ve done that by mistake anyway. I press my lips tightly together, trying desperately to keep any other words inside, but Erica doesn’t take my silence as a plea for her not to continue. Subtle hints are obviously not her strong point.
“And after losing her mom so young, I guess she feels that she doesn’t have a choice but to stick around to run the farm as her dad’s MS gets worse. She doesn’t want him to lose the only home that he’s ever known. The link to her mom too I suppose. It’s all a bit sad, really.”
I don’t know what she’s trying to achieve here. Maybe she thinks I’ll start seeing Lola as someone to be pitied rather than attracted to, but it doesn’t work. It just makes me see how big her heart is. I knew that she worked on the farm, but she didn’t tell me that she runs it to keep her dad happy. I know she sticks around for him, she told me that without even needing to use words, but I didn’t know she was his care giver. This just makes me want to treat her more, it makes me want to make our time together, however short it might be, even more special. I know now more than ever how much she deserves it.
“Right, well this is what I’m going to get,” I say while dumping a selection of things on the counter. “Thank you for… you know, talking with me.”
She scans the items, still popping her gum. “You interested in Lola?” she asks briskly. “Because if you are I think you should know you’re barking up the wrong tree. She very much keeps to herself. A couple of the guys have tried to crack on with her, all with no luck. She’s just… I don’t know, empty, I suppose.”
I don’t say anything, even though the words are bursting to get out of my mouth. Clearly these guys, whoever they might be, were nothing compared to me. That’s why I was the one who managed to win her over in just a few short hours.
“Maybe they just weren’t the ones for her,” I say through gritted teeth. “Maybe she’s waiting for the one.”
“Oh come off it,” Erica scoffs. “No one believes in the one. We all just settle for someone we can put up with, that’s all. You aren’t idiotic enough to believe in all that crap, are you?”
“No,” I admit
as I hand over some bills to pay for the food. “I don’t. Not really.”
It takes me a few more moments, but eventually I manage to tear myself away from Erica and her reasons for why we all just settle – a lecture I find very depressing actually – and I start the walk over to the farm. It isn’t far because everything is close together in this place, which also eliminates a lot of the traffic. That’s one good thing, I suppose. On the journey over I can’t stop smiling to myself at the thought of seeing her face again. She’ll be surprised to see me, I know that much, I just hope it’s a pleasant shock.
I spot her long before she sees me and I’m stunned with how rapidly my body reacts to her as she stands with a hoe in one hand and petting one of the sheep from the farm with the other. She isn’t in her sexy hot pants today, she had what looks like sweat pants covering her sexy, luscious legs, but she is wearing a checked shirt and an actual cowgirl hat which is interesting. I might have to get her to wear the whole outfit for me at some point, if she’s feeling particularly kinky…
“Lola!” I cry out happily to her. “I’m here. How are you doing?”
Chapter 7 – Lola
What the…?
I turn in shock to see the man I’ve been daydreaming about all day long smiling back at me as he clutches onto to carrier bags in his hands. He’s like something from a damn fantasy staring back at me with those warm, inviting eyes, chiseled cheekbones, and broad shoulders. All I want is for him to wrap me up in those arms of his once more. I love the sensation of him towering over me, taking control of my body, making me feel the things that I didn’t even realize I’d shut off.
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