by BJ Wane
“And what do you propose we do in the meantime?” she asked him as she slowly peeled her top off while backing up another step. Thunder rumbled quietly and a few drops of rain landed on her heated skin, doing nothing to cool her down, the storm only adding to the recklessness running through her.
“Let’s go inside and I’ll give you an example of how we can pass the time until you come to your senses.” The sight of her in that plain white bra that was quickly leaving nothing to the imagination as it got wet and those god awful, easily accessible gym shorts had his cock straining for release, aching to be inside her again, an ache that had been with him for the past month as he cleared the path of all the obstacles keeping him from her.
“You can work on getting me to come to my senses out here.” Slipping off her shorts, she tossed them aside then squealed when he made a lunge for her, just barely evading his hands as she ran behind her garden bench and used it as a taunting barrier between them.
“The first thing I’m going to do,” Brody said with a wicked grin despite the light, steady mist now starting to fall, “is teach you not to run from me. That’s a bad habit you have that I intend to break.”
Laughing, turning her face up to the sky, she quipped, “You can try.” She never could resist him and when he simply reached over the bench and lifted her over it as if she weighed nothing, she found herself wrapping her arms and legs around him willingly, fusing her mouth to his eagerly. “Too long,” she muttered into his mouth as she opened for his exploring tongue. “It’s been too long.”
“No argument there, darlin’.” With one hand holding her head and the other clasping one soft buttock, Brody ravished her mouth, biting at her lips, dueling with her tongue, relishing the way she gave as good as she got. It took him only seconds to remove her bra, a few more seconds to lower her legs and strip her panties from her, all without releasing her mouth. Running his hands over her wet skin, he molded her breasts, rolled and pinched her nipples before gripping her ass and lifting her against his cock, rubbing her mound against his hardened flesh.
“Brody,” Piper pleaded as she pulled her mouth from his, an orgasm already teetering on the precipice of eruption, “Now.”
Now, that was his Piper, he thought with relief. “Most definitely now,” he said on a laugh as he turned her and bent her over the bench, placing her hands on the back and pushing her feet apart. “But not until I remind you what happens when you run from me.”
The rain was coming down in a steady drizzle now and Piper discovered that a hard slap on wet skin made the burn that much hotter. Throwing her head back, she let the rain pelt her face as Brody pelted her ass, the pleasure/pain she remembered so well building and sweeping through her with the intensity of the storm she saw brewing and heading their way. “More Brody, please, more, harder.”
“You want more?” he whispered in her ear as he took a moment to release his cock before he had a permanent zipper imprint along his shaft and then, before she could say anything else, he cupped his other hand over her bare pussy, relishing the feel of her plump, soft folds right before he landed a slap on that tender flesh simultaneously with the one he gave her right buttock.
“Oh God,” Piper moaned, the dual slaps firing up her senses on all levels, the burn on her ass now reciprocated on the tender flesh of her pussy, the building pleasure almost too much to bear.
Chuckling at her uninhibited response, Brody slapped her again, her labia and buttocks warming with each stroke, the rain dampening her back and ass, her own juices dampening her folds as he kept up a steady barrage of smacks, moving from buttock to buttock, down under the fleshy globes to the top of her thighs then working his way back up again, all the while keeping up steady, lighter slaps on her pussy until she was hot to the touch front and back and she was pleading incoherently for him to fuck her.
Before he allowed himself that pleasure, he couldn’t resist bringing her to orgasm with his fingers first, wanted to watch her face when she came on his fingers. Changing tactics, he rubbed her ass softly as he slipped three fingers inside her, her slick walls closing in welcome around him, her sheath a fist tight grip. “Come for me, Piper,” he demanded harshly, hoping like hell he could hold back. Not even the cool rain landing on his exposed cock was enough to tamp down his need to be inside her again, to feel her clutching his dick as hard as she was clinging to his fingers.
Piper shuddered when he stopped, moaned when she heard him lower his zipper and then whimpered when he filled her with his fingers, his other hand soothing the pulsing ache he had built on her ass. Her hips jerked against his hand, and when he landed a lighter slap on her sore cheeks, she splintered apart, his fingers milking her clit even as she clamped around them, the feel of his other hand continuously rubbing then slapping her buttocks worked to send her ever higher as her climax held her entire lower body in a tight grip of never ending ecstasy.
She barely noticed when he grabbed her hips, but definitely noticed and cried out as he filled her with one deep plunge. He felt as big as she remembered, but she was so wet she had no trouble taking his entire length, no trouble feeling every hard ridge and delicious stroke against her swollen, sensitive clit. And absolutely no trouble succumbing to another powerful climax ripping through her, filling her senses with all the molten heat of hot lava, roaring through her body with an eruption of pure, unadulterated pleasure. When he cursed and she felt his cock jerk inside her with his release, she came again, this time with him as they rode through pleasure together so intense it bordered on painful.
By the time Brody was reluctantly pulling out of her still spasming sheath, the light rain had turned into a downpour and the sky had gone from milky grey clouds to roiling black ones. Picking her up, he tossed Piper over his shoulder and ran inside with her, both of them laughing by the time he shut the door and lowered her to her feet.
“My clothes are still out there,” Piper stuttered, laughing.
“They’ll dry. I hope this passes before Gary’s retirement party tomorrow.”
“You know about that?” Piper asked as she went down the hall to grab some towels.
Brody grinned as she sashayed those red cheeks knowing he was watching. “Of course. I’ll be working with him for a few weeks before I fully take his place.”
Piper came out of the bathroom, her face once again reflecting surprised shock. “You’re the new sheriff?” She swore her heart wasn’t going to survive one more surprise today.
Brody walked to her, grabbed the towels, tossed them aside and drew her into his arms. “I told you I was here to stay, with you, darlin’.”
And for the first time since she met him, Piper let herself believe that they might have a future after all.
Six Months Later
Ian pulled up in front of Haley’s shop, his cock already hard and ready and he hadn’t even set eyes on her yet. For six months he had fought returning here to this small bumfuck town with its quaint streets, friendly residents and awesome scenery. He had managed to go a whole five days after leaving here last summer without calling Haley even though it had practically killed him to wait that long. When he finally caved, hearing her voice again was all it took to have his cock hard and eager for her slim body and shy smile, which he told himself at the time, simply wouldn’t do. They talked and talked and then delayed and delayed before hanging up only to repeat the same routine a few days later and every few days since. He didn’t ask if she was seeing anyone, she didn’t ask if he was fucking anyone. As a matter of fact, they talked about everything except that.
He now knew more about Haley than he did any other person besides Brody and he liked it. He liked her. But more than that, he wanted her. He just hadn’t figured out yet how to have his cake and eat it too and he hasn’t figured out what she wants. She had never let on in any way about wanting to resume their relationship, getting together again, even for a weekend of nothing but sex, which just irritated the hell out of him. Now that he was finally ready to explore th
e possibilities of an all-out relationship with a woman, she was proving to be impossible to pin down. Brody and Piper’s wedding was the perfect ice breaker and he wasn’t above taking advantage of his required presence this weekend as Brody’s best man to spend another night in Haley’s bed and convince her to give them a chance at something more.
Getting out of the car, he hurried into her shop out of the cold, thinking the hint of snow in the air might be nice since it was two days before Christmas, but made for a damn cold wedding day. A young girl stood behind the counter and beamed at him as he walked over.
“Merry Christmas. Looking for a gift for someone special?”
More like looking for someone special he thought as he didn’t see Haley in the shop. “I’m looking for Haley Parsons. Is she around?”
“Oh, sure, she’s upstairs. Just go on up.” The girl pointed to the stairs even though he knew damn well where they were.
“Thanks,” he muttered, his anger at the way she told a total stranger the way to Haley’s private apartment churning through him. Didn’t the kid, or Haley for that matter, have a lick of sense? By the time he reached the second floor and found the door to her apartment unlocked, his anger had him cursing as he entered her apartment without knocking. “Damn it, Haley,” he called out. “Get out here.”
Haley couldn’t help but smile when she heard Ian’s blustering voice, and then practically went giddy when her body responded with just as much pleasure, her pussy warming in the hopes of feeling his thick, hard cock fucking her again. She had been surprised and inordinately pleased when he had called her a few days after leaving, and had relished every conversation they had had since. She felt as if she knew him better than she had known her husband when she married him, knew Ian almost as well as she knew Piper and she wanted him with every fiber of her being. But she never thought they could have anything except friendship, despite the awesome sex they had shared that one night.
She hadn’t spent the past six months pining for him. She had dated a man she had known for years, a high school coach and science teacher, but soon discovered there were no sexual sparks and slowly let the friendship revert back to its platonic state. When Cole came to town and was looking to hook up since Piper was now with Brody, she hadn’t hesitated to jump at the chance of a few days of uncomplicated sex with a nice, really hot guy. But the only thing she got out of those few days were some mediocre orgasms and an even bigger desire for Ian. When Ian told her he’d be here for the wedding, she asked him to stay with her and was pleased and excited by the way he gruffly replied, ‘Where else would I stay?’ She just hoped the difficulty of getting over him again will be worth the pleasure of having him in her bed again.
Unable to reach the zipper in the back of her dress, she finally gave up and left her bedroom to see what had him so irritated. “It’s nice to see you again, too.” God he looked good. Still dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, his dark hair was windblown and his dark eyes were snapping as he glared at her across the room.
“That idiot kid you have working for you sent me up here without even asking who I was. I could be a deranged psycho for all either of you know.” Damn but she looked pretty, he thought as he took in the deep red dress that skimmed her knees and hugged that slim body. But she’d look prettier out of it. At least that’s what his cock was telling him.
Haley laughed softly. Was it any wonder she had missed him so much? “I told her I was expecting someone, Ian.” Walking to him, she wrapped her arms around him and whispered, “It is good to see you again.” And to feel him again as his arms came around her and molded her against all those hard muscles.
“Ah, fuck it,” Ian swore tightly as he gave in to the inevitable. He was done pussy footing around this woman. Fisting his hand in her blond hair, he pulled her head back and simply devoured her mouth with all the pent up frustration of six months of indecision.
Haley could do nothing but meet him willingly and return his kiss just as eagerly. When he backed her against the wall, she was grateful for the support, when he slid his hand under her dress and ripped her panties off she didn’t complain and when he grabbed her ass, lifted her and thrust into her all without releasing her mouth, she welcomed him with a wet grasp and a low moan. “Ian, God, I’ve missed you.”
“Here’s how it’s going to be, Haley,” he ground out as he ground into her over and over. “I’d go fucking nuts in this town day in and day out, but there’s a position open on the Branson PD for a detective that I’m looking into.” He withdrew until just his head was enfolded by her sweet pussy then shoved back in with a well-aimed thrust, pulling her hips forward to meet his plunge. “God you’re tight. Where was I?”
“Right here, with me,” she answered still reeling over the feel of him taking her again with those deep, hard strokes as well as what he said. “You’re going to be working in Branson?”
“Maybe. Pull that damn dress down.”
Haley quickly lowered the top, glad she hadn’t been able to zip the dress and even gladder that she was braless when he closed his mouth over one turgid nipple and took a deep pull that went straight to her pussy. “Ian, I can’t wait,” she gasped right before she clamped tightly around his pistoning cock in the first of several spasms of pleasure. Rocking against him, she rode out the pleasure, relishing his deep, guttural groan against her nipple as his cock swelled and drove relentlessly into her spasming sheath jerking out his release.
“You’re just going to have to find a way to make this work, because I simply can’t get by with sex every six months,” he told her as soon as he could manage to speak again. Nothing beat coming inside Haley.
Haley giggled again at his irritated tone. He was abrasive, rough and blunt, exactly the opposite of what she had before and exactly what she needed now. “We’ll make it work because I can’t get by with once every six months either. But, right now, we have to get ready or we’re going to be late for our best friend’s wedding.”
Looking at his watch then lifting his gaze to look at Haley who was standing there bare breasted, her lips wet and puffy from his mouth, his cock ready to feel her clutching him again, he said succinctly, “What the hell, we have time to rip off one more,” before turning her to the wall, flipping up her dress and slipping back into her again, his hand coming down on her right cheek in a sharp smack. “We can blame Brody and Piper for introducing us if we’re late,” he said with a grin as he drove them both up again while thinking this town did have its finer points.
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