by Virna DePaul
She shivered as his fingers skimmed the waistband of her jeans and his mouth landed on the back of her neck.
With a swift move he swept her hair off her back and groaned.
“Jesus,” he murmured, more to himself than to her. “So beautiful.”
He unclipped her bra and slid it down her arms, planting her hands back on the beam when he was done. And then her breasts were falling into his hands as he nipped at the lobe of one of her ears.
Lexi was unprepared for the electricity she felt when his thumbs raked over her nipples. She’d been with guys before, sure. But she’d never felt anything like this.
And then the heat of him was gone and she whimpered. Lexi’s eyes fluttered open, the air suddenly cool around her. Immediately, he ducked under her arms and fell to his knees in front of her. Reverently, he flipped the button on her jeans then pulled them down her hips.
There were a million things she could have said in that moment, but all she could do was feel and feel and feel. The scrape of her jeans over her hips, his strong, sure hands at her ankles, helping her step out of her shoes and jeans, and then the stubble on his chin as he dragged it up the inside of her leg.
Lexi gasped as he nipped at the inside of her thigh. He grinned up at her in the silvery shadows of the barn and nipped at the other side.
She was certain that her heart was going to beat out of her chest. Her breaths came in ragged puffs. Wearing only her underwear now, her hands clenched at the beam in front of her.
“Lexi.” His voice was deep and gruff and literally made her toes curl. “I want to kiss you here.” One of his hands touched feather light over her core. She whimpered and spread her legs further apart. A grin flashed across his face but he kept going. “And then I’m going to suck on you here and here.” Again, his thumbs electrified her nipples and she couldn’t help but arch into him. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties and started inching them down her legs.
“And then what?” she asked breathlessly.
His gaze collided with hers as he helped her out of her underwear, one strong hand on her ankles at a time. He ran his calloused palm up one of her legs before grabbing her at the knee and tossing her leg over his shoulder.
He was so handsome and so dangerous as he stared up at her, half of his face in the moonlight and half in shadow. His hair tousled, his shoulders stretching his shirt to the limit.
“If you can still speak after, you’re going to tell me what’s next.” He licked his lips and reached up for one of her hands, still gripping the beam. “You’re going to want to hold on there and here.” He dropped her hand into his own hair, tipped her hips forward and dove in.
* * *
She tasted like a piece of fruit, Eric thought. Hot and ripe and bursting on his tongue. He’d always liked going down on a woman, but this was hand’s down the most erotic experience of his life. Lexi gripped his hair, shivering against him, her leg like a vice over his shoulder. He’d never seen a woman lose herself like she was doing, her hair cascading almost to the floor as her head bent back.
“Oh,” she moaned, like she couldn’t believe what was happening. “Oh, god.”
Eric had always wanted to please the women he was with, of course he had, but with Lexi, he needed her pleasure. He tasted her and tasted her, circling her perfect little clit with his tongue, suckling when the need for her overcame him.
She was panting, moaning, grinding herself against him and it made Eric groan. The feel of her. The coltish, whipping energy of her. One of those mile-long legs over his shoulder, she was a goddess as he let his eyes trail up her body. Her breasts were perfect and full, bouncing with each thrust of her hips as she rode his face. He wanted her orgasm more than he wanted to wake up tomorrow morning. He would swallow it down if it killed him.
He suckled and suckled at her, groaning at her flavor, the slick, soft feel of her. And then his tongue was inside her, lapping at every slide of heaven he found there. Lexi cried out and she stiffened as her channel clenched and clenched at his tongue. He never stopped, drove her right through her orgasm and to the other side.
“Eric,” she said, halfway between a moan and a pant. “Eric.”
Rising up further onto his knees, he steadied her. Put her foot back on the ground and her hand back on the beam. He was big enough that with her leaned down just a little, he was eye level with her breasts.
He barely gave her a moment to recover before his mouth was on her there. Greedily suckling on her electrified body. He was relentless, using every tool at his disposal. Teeth, stubble, his hands. He knew she would be sensitive after her orgasm and he used that. He wanted her writhing, begging. He wanted her to feel him everywhere in the morning.
He suckled at her until she cried out, halfway between pushing forward and pulling away.
“I need…Oh god…”
“Tell me, sweetheart,” he growled, his fierce eyes piercing into her blurry ones. “Tell me what you need.”
She trembled where she stood and Eric instantly rose, stepping behind her to steady her. He ran a hand over her back like she was a filly he needed to calm. And it worked.
She took a deep breath and tipped her head to one side, her hands still gripping the beam like the good girl he knew she was. “I need you.”
He slicked his hand over her again. “Tell me, sweetheart. Where do you need me?”
Her lips trembled, but her eyes found his. “Inside me,” she whispered.
Well, she didn’t have to tell him twice.
Eric instantly whipped the shirt off over his head, kicked his shoes off, and stepped out of his pants and briefs. He grabbed a condom out of his pants pocket and slicked it on.
He felt a surge of pride when Lexi took him in, head to toe.
“Wow,” she whispered to herself, her eyes landing on his cock. Which was looking pretty fucking happy to be the hell out of his pants and less than an inch away from this gorgeous woman’s dripping wet slice of heaven.
His size could be intimidating to a lot of women and he didn’t want her to worry. He grasped her hands, pressed her palms even more firmly into the beam so she’d have something to balance herself on, then planted his hands on her hips, pulling her toward him.
The movement bent her over and Lexi automatically let her head drop forward. He didn’t like that he couldn’t see her eyes. But he didn’t have any other complaints about the view. Her back was as smooth as ice, silvery and long. Her ass was round and spread and singing a siren song to his cock.
Eric stepped forward, pressing himself against her core. Touching as much of her skin as he could in this position. He lined up their legs and planted his hands on her hips.
And saw stars when the head of his cock speared through her silkiness. He didn’t push inside her yet, just pushed his cock forward, her pussy lips wetting the condom.
Lexi gasped and pushed against him so he did it again. And again. Her pussy fucking the side of his cock over and over. When her breaths started panting and her legs tightening, Eric decided that he couldn’t take anymore. He would lose his mind if he didn’t get inside her.
Pulling back slowly, so she’d know his intentions, Eric used one of his hands to position his cock at her entrance. He pushed in just an inch and Lexi moaned, loud and long.
“More,” she gasped when he didn’t push in any further.
But he couldn’t, not yet. He was too busy tightening the leash around his neck. It wouldn’t do to shove her down and fuck her like an animal, and that was the only thing his body was telling him to do right now.
“More, Eric. God, please,” she moaned and he couldn’t resist when she begged so pretty like that. He pushed forward and she swallowed him whole.
His vision tunneled at the feel of her. So wet and tight. He felt like she was branding him. There was no going back from a pussy like that. Nothing would ever be the same.
He pulled out a little and thrust back in experimentally. He didn’t want to blow too so
on and he wasn’t sure how much of this he could handle. The feel of her, the sight of her, her scent. But then she moaned, so perfectly, so pretty, and he found that he couldn’t deny her anything. He started a rhythm, perfect, hard. Each stroke was long and fluid; he wanted her to feel every inch of him.
Lexi threw her head back and he caught a glimpse of her face. Her mouth open and her eyes glazed and blurry. She screamed his name again before grinding her hips back onto his, taking his strokes from fluid to sharp.
But the movement was too much. Her hands slipped from the beam and they tumbled down. Eric softened their fall and she ended up on her hands and knees, Eric over her, still ten inches deep.
He didn’t have any complaints about that and neither did she. He fucked her from behind, their rhythm barely missing a beat. He planted his hands on either side of hers so that her back was completely covered by his chest as he rutted into her. His mouth fell to her ear and instead of kissing her, he found himself whispering.
“God, you feel so good, sweetheart.” The words tumbled out of his mouth. “You’re so pretty when you come. So perfect. You going to come for me again, sweetheart? You going to come on this cock?”
Lexi moaned at his words, her pussy tightening involuntarily. And when she threw her head back, she bared her neck to Eric and he gladly dropped his mouth there. He could feel her scream in her throat, under his lips, as she bore down and came and came. It went on forever this time, her body tight and vibrating. He licked a long line up her neck and back down. And then there was nothing to do but clamp his teeth over her shoulder, hold her in place to take everything he was giving her as he rutted her through her orgasm.
When it ended, he sensed that his weight was too much for her.
And he was done with that anyways.
“Your face,” he murmured. “I need to see your face.”
He pulled out of her and instantly went to his back. Not caring about the dirt floor of the barn. All he could think about was her. For those moments, she was his entire world.
* * *
Lexi was on another planet. She’d never come through intercourse before and it was the best orgasm she’d ever had. She thought she could have come from his words alone, but then there was his monster cock inside her, doing the dirtiest things imaginable. Oh god, this man was trouble. But she couldn’t, wouldn’t stop herself. She whimpered when she felt him pull out. But then she felt his hands tugging on her hips and dragging her on top of him.
He wanted her to ride him. Yes. Yup. Let’s go.
She’d never been more eager for anything in her life. Lexi straddled him, positioning herself over his cock and taking him in. He was big—it would never be an easy fit—but she was so wet from coming like a nuclear bomb that he slid right to the hilt.
His eyes practically rolled back in his head.
“Yes,” he ground out through clenched teeth, his hands digging into her hips. And now it was her turn to take him apart piece by piece.
Lexi lifted up off him and then back down. Setting a pace that had her biting her lip against the pleasure. Good god, was it possible she was going to come again? What was it with him and his magical cock? Her strokes were fast and soft and he groaned through his clenched teeth, his head falling back.
“Oh Christ,” he growled. “You’re going to kill me.”
And then his hands stilled her hips, holding her in place as he slammed up to meet her, thrusting into her from below.
Lexi’s head fell back as her body tightened. It was happening again. It was happening. It was—
Lights exploded in front of her eyes and she felt pulses of pleasure through her fingertips and even the ends of her hair. She was nothing but white, vibrating light as she came and came and came. Her orgasm doubled, tripled. She felt him everywhere. On her skin as well as inside her. She pictured him kneeling in front of her, swallowing her down. And how he’d looked, his feet between hers, as he’d fucked her standing up. She heard once again his dirty words in her ear when he’d taken her on her hands and knees.
She forced her eyes open and burned the image into her brain. Eric on his back, fucking her from below, his face tight and straining, his strokes erratic and harsh. And then his eyes found hers, his pupils dilated and he grew even harder inside her.
Lexi whimpered as his cock swelled even larger and his orgasm overtook him. She was still coming, and she rode that feeling, his orgasm and hers smashing together, until she couldn’t anymore. Finally, she collapsed on top of him.
It might have been ten minutes or an hour before their heart rates evened out. Before they had enough breath to speak. For a moment, Lexi struggled against the urge to say how awed she was. Moved.
Better to keep things light.
“You’ve got some face, Eric,” she said, leaning over him, her hair tickling his chest. “Like Paul Newman in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.”
“Come on.” He shifted underneath her, his hands falling away from her ass for the first time in an hour. He raked one hand through his hair, before dropping the hand to her back in a light caress.
He was embarrassed by her words and she couldn’t be more delighted. “No, I’m serious. You’re beautiful just like he was. You’ve got that whole carved-from-stone-I-can-see-right-through-you-panty-melter thing that he had going on.”
“First of all, Paul Newman was blonde in that movie.”
“It was in black and white,” she interrupted. “So it’s hard to tell.”
He ignored her interruption and just plowed right on. “Second of all, I’m not ‘beautiful,’ I’m rugged. Handsome. The manliest of men.”
She bit her bottom lip to keep from smiling. “Sure.”
“And third,” he continued, once again ignoring her. “You’re right about the panty-melter thing.”
She laughed as he rolled them over, tangled his hands in her hair and kissed along her neck for a minute.
“And fourth…”
“There’s more? Jeez, Eric, you’re a real talker.”
“Fourth, you’ve got some face yourself, Lexi Fischer.” He caressed his knuckles over said face. Firm pressure, nothing delicate. She liked that about him. “Like Sophia Loren in Houseboat. But your hair is long.”
Now it was her turn to squirm. “Oh, give me a break. You already melted my panties, Paul Newman, no need to turn on the burners.”
“See! It’s not so easy when you’re the one in the hot seat.” He slicked a hand over her side and paused to lean over and look at something. “We’re filthy,” he grinned, holding up his hand to show how much dirt and muck they’d subjected themselves to. “We need a shower.”
And then he was tugging her up off the ground and picking her up like a baby. “My hero,” she batted her eyelashes at him. “But you know I can walk, right?”
“Indulge me,” he responded. “This is my King Kong moment. You know, ‘Me Tarzan.’”
“I believe such an introduction would have been more appropriate before you ravished me, Tarzan.”
He shrugged, bounding up the front porch of his house. “Can’t win ‘em all.” Then he grinned. “Which is just fine with me considering I’m pretty fucking happy with what I did win.”
As he leaned down and kissed her nose, she laughed. “Me, too, Eric. Me, too.”
Chapter Three
A few short hours later, the sun was just starting to wake up and it turned the light in Eric’s bedroom gray. They’d fallen asleep only an hour or two ago but already, Lexi was sitting on the edge of his bed, stretching that smooth, beautiful back and tossing her hair up into a messy bun.
“You going somewhere?” Eric asked, only cracking one eye open but unable to resist tracing a hand down her spine.
She jumped a little, turned and looked at him. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Well aware that she hadn’t answered his question, Eric forced both eyes open and sat up, the sheets pooling at his waist. He watched as she rose then looked around.
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bsp; “Damn,” she muttered, standing up. “I just realized we left our clothes out in the barn.”
He kept his eyes trained on her face, trying to figure out her mood. Usually, he was really good at reading people. In fact, it was one of the many reasons he was so successful in the business world. But as she shifted from one foot to the other, crossed her arms over her chest, he was having a hell of a time pinning her down.
“Dresser,” he said to her, motioning to the set of drawers behind her.
She turned and squinted at him through the dark. “You’re offering to let me wear some of your clothes?”
“Sure, you can borrow whatever you want.” He stretched too, swinging his feet over the edge of the bed.
“Yeah. No, I don’t think so. I’ll just go get mine.”
Now Eric was the one squinting at her. She looked like a deer in the headlights. Nervous, unsteady. He doubted that even she was keeping up with the racing thoughts in her head.
“Alright,” he said, raising a hand to show he wasn’t going to force her into anything. “You stay here, I’ll go get your stuff.”
She looked like she was going to argue but she clapped her mouth closed when he stood and sauntered over to pull a pair of shorts out of his drawers. He could feel her eyes follow him and it went a long way toward boosting his confidence. At least she wasn’t having second thoughts about whether or not she was attracted to him.
Though she was definitely having second thoughts about something, he reflected as he bounded out of the house and back toward the barn. He grinned as he stepped through the hole in the destroyed wall. He looked over the mallet that lay haphazardly where she’d tossed it. There were muddy marks in the dirt where they’d rolled and grappled and taken from each other. He raised his eyebrows at the distance of each piece of clothing. They’d really gotten their clothes the hell away from their bodies as fast and as hard as they could.
He couldn’t remember ever feeling more urgency or passion for somebody in his entire life. Not even Brianne.
