by Jaye Ripley
She’s not quite ready for what comes next yet, but she will be. I grab the brush beside her that I took from her bag earlier. Running the bristles against her thighs with light pressure, I watch her face in the moonlight as she’s still up in her head, guessing what the object is. The bristles scrape slow paths down her legs, awakening her skin underneath.
“Where’d you get the brush, Hunter?”
“From out of your bag. Found the condoms as well. Good to know you like to be safe.” If she can still talk, then I’m not doing my job right.
Change of tactics. I move back to focus on her thighs, moving the brush in small circles, abrading her skin. My fingers follow the brush to give a different sensation. Her body shifts in response.
I have to adjust myself and tell my dick to have patience. Yet I can’t hold back much longer from at least having a taste.
“Lift up your skirt,” I command.
“Take it off,” she counters.
Fucking woman topping me. Instead of insisting she follow my orders, I push the skirt up her legs. She lifts her ass up, and the skirt bunches around her waist.
I kneel in front of her. A woman like Mel deserves careful worship. Her scent rises from her parted legs. My lips and tongue skim inside her thighs as my fingers knead her. As my kisses come closer to her pussy, she runs her fingers through my hair and pulls me in right where we both want me to be.
I blow hot breath against her, and she scoots closer to my mouth. Knowing my effect on her heightens the pleasure.
Taking one of her legs, I maneuver it over my shoulder, opening her up to me. My thumb runs over her panties. So soaked. My fingers follow, rubbing and pressing in patterns close to chords on a fret. The first moans fall from her mouth.
She squirms and pushes her center closer to me, but I resist. When I taste her, I’ll lose all control. And she needs to lose it first a few times before she’s ready for me.
“Dammit, woman. Stay still.”
Her hand leaves my hair. It snakes its way down between us, brushing against my cheek. She moves my own fingers out of the way and rubs over her panties. Her leg tenses on my shoulder as she rocks against her touch. When her fingers shift the panties out of the way and dance over her slick swollen lips, she drops her head back and moans.
The sound makes me snap. I seize her hand and place her fingers in my mouth. Mel touching herself almost makes me come in my pants. The taste of her juices changes the game. I lick and suck off every last drop.
“You taste as sweet as you smell.” I kiss her palm. “Damn, I had plans to tease you until you couldn’t take it anymore.”
“Mission accomplished, Cowboy. If you don’t do something about this fire, I’ll put it out myself.” Her hand returns to its wet target.
“Oh, fuck the plans.”
In one quick moment, I strip off the R&R T-shirt Mel stole for me, rip off her shirt, and lift her body to shimmy her skirt down her hips. Her nipples pucker in the salty night air.
“My god, Melody, you are gorgeous. I love your body.”
Even in the darkness of night, her beauty shines under the moon and stars. I can’t keep my hands off her. With each touch, I’m greedy for more. My hands can’t consume enough of her. It’ll take time to worship the beautiful creature in front of me.
Her body goes from pliant to tense. She moves her hands to cover her breasts. Some insecure girl replaces the sexy, confident vixen. She no longer squirms out of pleasure. What the hell just happened?
“It’s not perfect.” She touches a tattoo on her side. “And I’ve got tattoos all over.”
I take her hand and kiss it. “Mel, stop.” I strip off the bandana from her eyes.
She blinks, disoriented at her sudden vision. Her eyes study mine at first, searching for the lies she thinks I just told her. When they fall to my chest, they linger there long enough to show her pleasure in my physique. But when her gaze returns to my eyes, I can see how deep her doubt runs. She turns away from me and shuts me out.
“Look at me, Melody. Mel, please,” I implore.
My stomach clenches during the seconds it takes her to look back at me. “You are truly beautiful.”
She scoffs, but I won’t let her look away.
“Your. Body. Is. Beautiful.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “I love your ink, if that’s what worries you, and I can’t wait to explore every inked inch of you in the light to enjoy the artistry and know the stories behind them. But it’s all of you that turns me on. Can’t you tell?”
She shrugs but doesn’t reply.
“Then I’ll make sure you notice.”
I cover her mouth, kissing her with uncontrolled passion. As our tongues entwine, my hands roam over her breasts. The peaks of her nipples stand at attention, and they harden under my fingers. Her body is my instrument to play.
My mouth moves down her neck. I yank one bra cup down and capture her nipple between my lips. I suck it in and lick until she gives me a pleasurable moan. My other hand teases her other breast so it’s ready for me when I abandon one breast to capture the other.
“See. Your breasts fit perfectly in my hands. And my mouth.” I suck her nipple hard and tug on it with a smack, eliciting a gasp and a groan.
My right hand travels down to her perfect round ass and pulls her against me. My erection rocks against her core. Another note of pleasure. She sits up to watch me.
My hand cups her pussy. “God, you’re so wet for me.”
With both hands, I rip off her panties and stuff them in my pocket. My fingers dip between her swollen lips and rub her arousal all over her. Her leg shakes a bit as I circle over her clit. Her eyes flutter open and shut.
My tongue licks my lips, but I wait to taste her. As wound up as she is, it won’t take much to bring her to her edge. One finger dips inside her. Her muscles squeeze it. My thumb rubs her clit as my finger pushes in and out. On the next push, I add another finger and quicken the pace. The light quivers in her channel give me warning.
“Don’t come yet.”
“Can’t. Last.” Her legs tremble against me.
“Wait.”
I capture her moans with a kiss. My tongue drives into her mouth like I want to do to her pussy. She rocks her hips in rhythm with my fingers, chasing the pleasure.
“Hunter,” she begs.
I curl my fingers and hit the sweet spot. My other hand adds pressure to her clit.
“Now.”
She bites into my shoulder as she falls against me, her climax detonating. She shakes against me, unaware of the noises she makes.
“That’s it, lose yourself.”
My fingers pump slowly in and out of her as her inner muscles contract around them. She groans my name in obedience as she fully succumbs to her orgasm.
“Watching you come has to be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever witnessed.” I pull out my fingers, rubbing her arousal and wetness all over her. “Shit, I have to do that again.”
She shakes her head back and forth, but I throw her legs over my shoulders. At intimate level, I breathe her in deep. A growl rises in my throat.
“I have to taste you.”
Opening her wide, I plunge my tongue deep. Her words say she can’t, but she pushes her core into my face, covering me in her juices. I lick her from tail to tip in one long stroke before attacking her clit with a hard suck.
Her body bows under the intense pleasure. She lies back on the truck bed, pushing her hot center into my greedy mouth. She wriggles and whimpers.
“You can take it,” I say from between her thighs.
My fingers add to the sensation as I pay attention to her folds. Once again, her body gives me clear signals as she gets close. The sight of her massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples almost breaks me.
Grabbing her ass, I lift her into me, smothering my face with her. My tongue sinks as far in as possible. Pressure on her clit brings on another climax. She screams my name over and over. I lap up every ounce of pleasure she rel
eases as her body quivers.
Catching my breath, I set her body down and kiss a path up her body, pulling her upright against my chest.
She grasps my face in her hands and kisses all of her juices off me. When she finishes, she plants her lips on mine, kissing me long and slow. Not finished, she looks at me through hooded eyes and licks the drops of pleasure off each one of my fingers. She stares into my eyes, tempting me with what her mouth can do to me. Her other hand fumbles with my belt buckle.
She releases my hand and attempts to release the monstrous erection from my jeans. She gets no protest from me, and I help her with the belt and button of my jeans. She unzips me slowly, and I push the jeans down. My cock springs free, earning an unabashed stare from her.
She runs her hand up and down my length, her bottom lip captured in her teeth. My eyes close at the thrill of her touch, my dick so happy he weeps.
When Mel licks her lips and makes the moves to jump down from the truck, I know where she wants to put that mouth of hers. Knowing I won’t last two seconds if she licks me once, I catch her and set her back.
“Wait. I’m not done with your pleasure yet.”
13
Mel
Hunter reaches behind me and pulls on something. He flips me over with his strong arms. A soft pillow cradles my knees.
The unmistakable sound of ripped foil crinkles in the air. His hands lift my hips, and he coaxes my legs open. With his fingers, he dips into my soaked core and spreads my arousal all over my folds and opening. Without a word, both hands grip my hips with force. He drives his hard length into me with a grunt.
“Damn, Mel. You’re so fucking tight.”
Hunter fills me to capacity. I pant as my slippery core adjusts to his deep penetration. My inner muscles squeeze him, and I relish the responding twitch and groan from him.
“Mel, don’t. I won’t last if you do that.”
Heady from the power I possess over his body, I take advantage of my kneeling position, pulling away from him before grinding back to his root. The friction from that small but deliberate move rocks both of us.
“Again,” I demand, hungry to drive him crazy.
Before he stops me, I repeat the same motion, impaling myself on his cock and squeezing against him. My insides quake.
Hunter pulls out of me completely. The sudden void of his absence shocks my body. Over my shoulder, I see him silhouetted against the night sky lightened by the moon and stars. Shadows hide his face, but his shoulders move with rapid breath.
“Woman, when will you stop trying to control things and just give in?”
“When will you just pound me?”
“When you stop being such a smartass.”
I reach my hand between my legs and tease him again with finishing the job myself. “So that will be never?”
His cock duels with my hand for position. “I can’t say never. Damn it all, you know I love it.” With an open-handed smack to my ass, he enters me again.
Like a true musician, Hunter knows the song he intends to play. With short strokes moving into long, slower ones, he builds me into another climax until my groans of ecstasy become the chorus. He reaches his hand around to finger a repeat of the same.
“One more time,” he dictates.
Sure that our song can’t last forever, it surprises me that he hasn’t found his release yet amidst all of the rounds of the chorus he teases from me. After my last orgasm shudders through me, he withdraws slowly.
Sure that the fault of his lack of climax lays at my feet, I turn over intent to finish the job with my mouth. But Hunter, ever the one to maintain control, stops me again.
At some point, he’s shucked his jeans in the sand. His entire naked being makes me drool. “It’s not fair. You’ve taken care of me. Now let me take care of you.” If I can’t be the one to make him happy, then the entire experience will be ruined.
“We’re not done yet.” Hunter strokes my cheek. “In song terms, we’re building to the bridge.” He kisses me with slow deliberation.
“So you were writing a song.”
He shifts the pillow until it rests under my head and pushes me back. The truck dips under his weight as he moves on top of me. His minty breath blows on my face as he cradles my cheeks with so much tenderness that tears pool in my eyes. How can I handle any more of everything he’s given to me tonight?
“I was getting you ready.”
“Ready for what?” I whisper.
“For this. Right now. Mel, you’re my song. My sweet Melody. And I intend to play you again and again.”
I writhe under the weight of his body and his words. No one in my entire life has ever spoken words so full of care and sincerity that didn’t want to fuck me over later. And I don’t want to lose Hunter.
In desperation, I grab the back of his head and pull him into a passionate kiss in an attempt to deny the gravity of his statement. Hunter gives in to me for a few moments, his cock hardening between my thighs.
I spread my legs and hurry to erase the honeyed words and replace them with dirtier ones. My right hand lowers to grasp his ass and pull him into me.
“Stop pushing me away, Mel.”
“That’s the opposite of what I’m trying to do.” I wriggle into a better position to pull him inside me.
Hunter reaches down and takes my hand in his, moving it above my head. He takes my other hand and pulls it up too, holding them both together. He nips and kisses the tip of my nose.
“Impatient wench. You can’t rush a song to its end. You have to ride it out.” He grinds his crotch into mine, and my head bends back in enjoyment. “It seems I need to fuck you into submission. When you’re on the brink of an orgasm, you give me everything I need.”
“What’s that?” I breathe.
Our hot cores meld into each other with one push of his hips.
“You.” Hunter covers my mouth with his to capture my moans, and thrusts deep inside.
My legs wrap around his back and hold on tight. I focus on making sure he hits a home run, sinks the ball, makes a touchdown, or whatever guys with muscles need to do. But each of his strokes rips my concentration back to my own body and how his touch—or how he—makes me feel. I close my eyes, tears rimming them. Now that I’ve found someone like him, I know with each stroke he strips my ability to go back to the way things were in my life.
“Open your eyes.”
Amidst the crests of pleasure, I shake my head. A tear escapes and rolls down my cheek.
Hunter wipes the moisture from my face while covering me with gentle kisses. He slows down his pace.
“Melody. Open your eyes for me.”
Prepared to obey him one last time, my eyes open, and more tears trail down my cheeks.
“Are you okay?” Concern etches his brow, and his motions slow to a stop.
I give him half-hearted reassurances with a simple nod.
“What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?”
I shake my head no.
“Then what?”
The tears stream out of my eyes as I let him in and feel everything. This man has torn down every barrier I’ve built over the years until I lay beneath him, naked in every way.
“It’s just too much,” I admit. “It can’t be this good.”
Relief wipes away his worry lines. “I’ve been thinking the same thing. But I’m not going to hold back anymore. All of me. Do you hear me?” He kisses the tears off my face and links his hands with mine. “You can have all of me.”
Hunter thrusts inside of me, and for the first time, my mind and body connect every dot together until the full picture comes into view. His face in front of mine becomes the only landscape I care to stare at. Instead of kissing each other stupid, we lock eyes, our bodies tumbling in the ebb and flow of our connection.
As my body can no longer deny another building climax, my hips match his movement power for power, knocking our breaths with each contact.
When it all engulfs me again and I clos
e my eyes, Hunter grunts short commands. “No. Here. Stay with me. Not yet.”
His face strains under the effort to maintain control, sweat dripping off him and raining on my face. Our guttural groans escape from us in increasing harmonic intensity.
As I reach my peak, I beg. “Hunter!”
He leverages his body so that his last few thrusts plunge deeper. He pounds hard and fast before grunting, “Now.”
With permission, my body quivers and vibrates like a snapped guitar string. His heavy body quakes on top of me as my insides milk him dry. Our sweat fuses our slick bodies together as we ride each crashing wave of euphoric pleasure.
As my hot depths twitch, Hunter’s body jerks. The trembling slows, and I squeeze once deliberately to make him jump.
“Smartass,” he breathes into my ear.
“Control freak.”
I rub his back, and we both enjoy the afterglow. When the cool air sends chills over our heated bodies, he withdraws with a reluctant sigh. He deals with the condom, and opens the creaky toolbox behind us. Something soft and warm covers me as he adjusts the pillow so we can share, and pulls me into his body to cuddle.
“Blankets and pillows? This is starting to feel a little like a moving fuck pad.”
Hunter tickles me before embracing me again. “Brat. I’m a musician. I haul equipment in the back of my truck that has to be cushioned. Hence the pillow and blanket. I’ve got some rope in there as well if you feel like some light bondage in a little while.”
He fake-cries in pain when I pinch his arm. “Maybe later, sir. But if anyone’s getting tied up, it’s you.”
“You’ll get no complaints from me.”
My smart mouth plays a good game, but a familiar pang of doubt hides underneath. If anyone’s getting tied in knots right now, it’s me.
14
Mel
We relax in a comfortable silence. Hunter’s fingers rub my arm. For the life of me, the smile on my face won’t go away. How in the hell did I get here? This country singer god has sexed all rational thought out of me. The realization makes me giggle.
