“Not until I get some answers.”
“Answers to what? Why I sucked your cock?” Her eyes narrowed. “We both needed it to take our mind off our troubles.”
His expression hardened. “No, if you go to jail, who is going to take care of the children?”
“The children at the shelter are safe. It’s the kids living outside that haven, being beaten and locked in dark places, who need help.”
His features softened. “That form of abuse is from personal experience?”
She shoved at his stomach and tried lifting her torso off the floor, but he wouldn’t budge. “Get off me.” He pinned her hands above her head. Her chest heaved and her teeth hurt from clenching them so damn hard. “Consider yourself fortunate I finished the blowjob before you said something so stupid. You’d be in a lot of pain right now,” she seethed. “Accept it for what it was. A favor.”
God damn, she looked ready to chew through his jugular. Better to chomp on a vein than manly parts as she indicated in not so many words. “I’m not inclined to accept many favors. I met my quota this morning,” he blurted then lowered his voice, feeling her wrist bones protrude when she fisted her hands. “I’m sorry. Things were blown way out of proportion.”
“How could you be so insensitive?”
“It wasn’t intentional.” What a relief to feel her arms slightly relax.
“You need to work on tact.”
Maybe so, but she needed to work on humor. That, he’d just keep to himself for now. No need to kindle another fire. He thought he knew a lot about this woman, but actually, he knew very little. So far, he’d ingested the fact she’d been physically abused, locked in a cellar, and wasn’t fed breakfast. And all at the hands of her mother. How much more had she endured? “Again, I’m sorry. It wasn’t a wise choice of words. Thought I was offering you well-deserved praise for a phenomenal blowjob.”
Her eyes lightened instantly, and damn, it appeared she wanted to smile.
”My first installment would’ve been much better,” she said sarcastically behind a grin.
Laughing, he raised a brow. “It couldn’t have possibly been any better. What kind of woman works with abused kids, sell sex gadgets, and gives the best blowjob this side of the United States?“
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
True, but he was determined to find out. “When you’re ready to talk, I’m ready to listen. I don’t want you leaving any blanks, Tiff. I want to know your biggest fears and happiest moments, and the hell you went through as a child.”
She stiffened. “Why?”
“Why?” He released her wrists, expecting a struggle, but she shocked him by lying completely still when he sat upright. “Because you’ve become a part of the air I breathe.”
A smile danced in her eyes, but she said nothing.
“I reckon to stay alive, I need air.” Why would such a comment cause tears? Aw shit, he’d done it again. Instead of offering a few nice words, he’d be better off tinkering in the barn. “I imagine I messed up again?”
She shook her head while wiping a lone tear from the corner of her eye. “No.” She placed her hands on his thighs for balance and sat up.
The top of her head fell even with his breastbone. She took the liberty to rest her forehead on it, but he didn’t mind.
“I had no idea.”
“That I’m a heartless ass?”
“That you have feelings for me,” she conveyed softly. “I thought it was just sex.”
He lifted her face to study her eyes. They were still pooled with tears, and her lips quivered, causing his heart to swell. “What can I say?” Hell, it wasn’t love, he hadn’t known her long enough, but something had him clutched. Not often had thoughts of a woman sopped up all his free time. This one had even taken it a step further by growing under his skin. The urge to touch her permanently embedded itself in the tips of his fingers. “When you walked through Bobby’s door, Tiff, you came straight from my dreams. I had feelings for you years before you arrived.”
“It’s not possible.”
“Why not?”
“You can’t garner feelings for someone you’ve never met. Maybe I have similarities to your ideal woman, but I’m not her. Dreams don’t actually come true.”
“I disagree. Do you ever dream?”
“I used to make up stories of escaping the cellar. If you consider that dreaming, then I guess I do.”
The confession knocked a chip off his shoulder. He covered her hands, which still remained on his thighs, and brought one to his mouth to kiss the back. “Is your life similar to how you’d envisioned it?”
“Not really.”
“Are you happy?”
She nodded.
“Then your dream has come true, hasn’t it?”
Just then, her cell phone rang from the porch. She tried yanking her legs free from beneath his ass to run outside, but he wasn’t allowing it. He applied more weight to her thighs. “They’ll call back, Tiff.” For once they’d indulged in a serious conversation—he didn’t appreciate the distraction. Especially at the specific moment while on the brink of talking about her past. “Let it go.”
“I can’t,” she yelped desperately. She managed to wiggle one leg free. “It might be the detective. If I’m not available, he’s going to issue a warrant for my arrest.”
“Aw, shit.” He jumped up, pulling her to her feet then dashed to the door. He grabbed the phone off the swing, flipped it open to prevent it from going to voicemail, and placed it in her outstretched hand.
“Hello?” she said anxiously, then paused. “Oh hi, Nan.” Tiff’s shoulders sank. She gazed at Brock’s face, running her bangs over the top of her head. “When?” She rolled her eyes. “Friday will be okay. It’s not a bachelor party, is it?”
Brock smiled at her broadened eyes and watched as her guarded expression transformed into a warm smile. “Sorry for assuming. I’m a bit skeptical about surprises now.”
Damn, she was beautiful standing on his porch, her gaze fixed on him, watching his every move.
“Yes,” she replied into the receiver. “I’ve already told you that the cowboys were perfect gentlemen. All but one.” She lifted her hand, palm facing the roof, and shrugged her shoulders. Then she giggled and her face lit up, and damned if it didn’t fluster his cock.
“I’m just kidding,” she continued. “He was my protector.”
He pointed an index finger at the porch and twirled it, instructing her to spin. She followed the order well, and within three steps he stood at her back, pressing his cock into her lower spine. Because he hadn’t zipped his pants, his briefs provided only a thin barrier between her backside and his rod. Damn, she felt good. Curvy and soft and a perfect fit.
She reached to her side and clenched his thigh. “Yes, Nan, I got it.”
He wrapped an arm around her waist, tugging her flush to his body, and bent his knees to lower himself to her height. When her ass molded to his crotch he held her tight and began rotating his hips.
“Around—” She paused, wiggling her backside against his hard-on. “Seven o’clock,” she released on a sigh. Her head fell back to rest on his collarbone. “Email me the itinerary.”
The pressure was his undoing. That, along with thoughts of her earlier blowjob, shot his cock above the elastic of his briefs, something akin to Jack’s beanstalk. Being completely throated was something he’d seen in a movie or two but never had the pleasure of experiencing. He’d thought he might’ve been too big for a woman to take it all, but now he knew that wasn’t so.
This tiger side of Tiff was much more appealing than the grizzly who wanted to rip out his throat moments ago. Tightening his arm at her waist, he pulled her yet closer and ground his cock deep into the cleft of her ass.
She gasped and bucked against him. “Enter backdoor. Okay, Nan.”
As he pressed his mouth to her temple, she licked her lips and closed her eyes. His free hand slid under her skirt at the hip.
After inserting it inside the elastic of her panties and hose, he inched it past her stomach to her pussy. She was already drenched, which aided in drawing a dribble of pre-cum from his throbbing cock head. He parted her slit and rubbed circles around her clit, eliciting her hips to jerk. Hot juice poured from her body, saturating his fingers.
“Yes, Nan,” she murmured. “Anything…else?”
He dipped a finger inside Tiff’s cunt. Her knees buckled. He tightened his grip on her waist to prevent her from collapsing to the wooden porch boards. Taking the tip of her ear between his teeth, he shoved his finger deep. She squirmed, driving it deeper, her tight, cushiony vagina opening to accept his fat knuckle. Rather than ride it, she clenched it as if fearing he’d pull it out. To loosen her up a bit, he massaged her clit with his thumb, in circles at first, then up and down, stopping to pinch the tiny bud. Instantly, she started bucking her hips. While grinding her ass into his cock, she rode his finger hard.
“I’m there, Nan,” she said on the tail of a sigh. “Gotta go.” She snapped the phone shut and tossed it on the swing.
He couldn’t have stopped her had he wanted to. She was all hands, slipping off her panties and hose then reaching back to shove his pants to his thighs, giving his balls free rein to slap the firm underside of her ass cheeks.
“Make love to me, Brock.”
No need to tell him twice. “Let’s take this inside.”
“No, right here.”
It was a great thought. Having the warm outdoor air petting their bare skin felt real nice, but Ryan was due to arrive at five to work with the mare. Taking Tiff in broad daylight on the porch wasn’t worth the risk of getting caught by the boy. “Ryan’s due shortly. Not sure you want him seeing this.”
Quicker than lightning she bolted upright, pulling the skirt over her thighs. “Will he come in the house?” She picked the hose and panties off the porch boards and balled them in her hands.
“Not without a proper invite. He knows what he needs to do when he gets here.”
After he yanked up his pants, she grabbed his hand and pulled him along behind her toward the door. Hell, it was more like a tug. No sooner had he stepped into the kitchen, she spun around, slipped her fingers beneath his waistband and tried shoving the denims over his hips. He latched onto her wrists. “Think we might want to get away from the windows since he’ll be passing them on the way to the barn.”
Hell, her desperate actions spurred his cock to peek its head higher above his briefs. Lifting her off her feet, he carried her to his room and sat her on the bed. But she wasn’t having it. Instead, she scooted off the mattress, stood up and stripped naked, dropping the clothes in a heap on the floor. She then helped remove his pants and shirt. She turned all mouth and hands, not depriving a single part of his body.
Damn, his cock was on fire, ready to blow, and he hadn’t even touched her yet. Backup sat in his drawer if that’d be the case, but he didn’t want to resort to the rubber dick until he had first dibs on her hot pussy. If she kept biting his nipple while squeezing his balls, though, she’d rob him of a choice in the matter.
He lifted her face. A heavy-lidded gaze peered into his eyes. She was literally trembling. “Easy, darlin’, no need to race. We’ve got time.”
“Easy for you to say.” She rubbed herself against him, her firm nipples prodding his ribs. Then she spun around, her shoulder blades to his chest, and treated his cock to a long sweep of her tailbone.
Instinctively, his rod jerked. He bent at the knee and lowered his crotch to her ass while wrapping an arm around her waist. As her arms rose along his chest and hands locked behind his neck, she swiveled her hot ass against him. Over and over she rocked her hips in a sultry version of a standup lap dance. Raw ass on raw cock. Heat on heat. His nuts tightened. Blood pumped rapidly through his cock vein, establishing a pulse as if it were his lifeline. The thump-thump reached his heart, building pressure to his ears.
A few more gyrations like that and he’d be removing the rubber dick from the drawer. “Get on the bed, Tiff.” He knew damn well it sounded like a command, and it was.
Without protesting, she knelt on the edge of the mattress and dropped her arms, positioning herself on all fours. She glanced over her shoulder. “Come on, cowboy, this girl can’t wait.”
Whether she realized it or not, she’d mastered the role of seductress. He’d never been so fucking turned on. The sight of her swollen pussy and the clear liquid shimmering around it forced pre-cum to dribble from the tip of his cock. He stepped forward, shaft in hand, and began maneuvering the head directly through her folds. When it rubbed against her clit, he pumped his hips back and forth in short, quick strokes, assaulting the teensy bud.
“Yes,” she muttered. Her head drooped forward and her ass bucked against him.
He’d neglected to apply a condom, but he had time. Now that he’d taken control of her, he gained the ability to control himself. Not saying it would last too long with her pussy in sight.
A soft moan filled his ears. Tiff’s body trembled. Tiny pulsations surrounding her opening teased his cock. The woman was on the verge of a climax. “Oh no you don’t,” he gritted through clenched teeth, backing completely away from her. “Not until I say it’s time.”
“Then say it,” she whimpered. “I can’t wait.”
“You have no choice.” He massaged his hands along her outer thighs until her whimpers faded into silent breaths. Tiny beads of perspiration outlined her delicate spine, glistening like diamonds. Carefully, he lay over her back and kissed her shoulder. A flowery aroma lingered around his nostrils, reminding him of fresh air and meadows. He’d fallen in love with her scent.
His cock slid between her thighs, but gravity tugged it downward away from her clit. Any more contact to the swollen notch would’ve thrown her over the edge. And that wasn’t on the immediate agenda; he wanted to prolong things while teasing her a bit. As it was, her knees were unsteady, wobbling and threatening to collapse while she wiggled her ass against his groin. To support her weight, he wrapped an arm completely around her waist and held on tight.
“I ache,” she whined. “Please fuck me.”
Before he had a chance to respond, she reached beneath their bodies, between her legs and grabbed his cock. Dainty fingers pressed the shaft against her slit. Hell, she was hot. Juices slicked his rod, allowing a smooth glide through her labia as he bucked his hips forward. The satin consistency of her flesh aided in tightening the knot in his balls, and tremors shook his gut. The instant the head made contact with her clit, she moaned and her ass jerked backward. The mixture of her soft fingertips and hot wet pussy…damn him, it was time to give in.
She fisted him. To allow room to maneuver, he straightened and pulled his hips back, but not too far where she had to release his cock. And just when he expected her to position the crown at her entrance, she slid it higher, lining it up with her tight asshole. “Here, Brock,” she said breathlessly, trying to breach the opening. “Fuck me here.”
His balls tightened as excitement hung over his head. “You ever done this before, Tiff?”
“No. Have you?”
“I’ve got experience. Sure you can take it?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “I want it.”
“Then slow down.” Slow down, hell! Tell that to his throbbing cock. Damn, his heart raced, balls were on fire, and all he thought about was ramming himself home in that tight little behind. Dribbles of pre-cum seeped from his dick, but it wasn’t enough to use as lube. Shit, to juice her up for easy penetration, he’d have to shoot a full load. By then, there wouldn’t be a need for lubrication. “I want to break you in so we don’t break you. Lower your shoulders to the bed.”
“I won’t break, I promise. People do this all the time,” she rebutted while following his instructions.
With her ass in the air…fuck, he was ready to blow. “Well, we’re not those people, and we’re not doing this until you’re prepped.” Where in the hell were his condom
s? Obviously, in the drawer where he kept them. Hell, he needed a second to unwind, calm down, and reroute his thoughts to remain sane. If he didn’t back away from her for a moment to compose himself, he wouldn’t need a condom, period.
He moved to the night stand and opened the drawer, taking longer than needed to temper his primal instincts. But anticipation hovered in his head, and his heart began beating his chest to death.
He found two condoms lying beside the rubber dildo. After removing one slowly, he tore the wrapper open with his teeth. He rolled it over his cock as he returned to the bed. The friction from his own fingers damn near had him spurting his wad. And when he looked at Tiff, her sex exposed and dripping, damn it, the primal urges turned into a fucking monster.
Kneeling behind her, he placed his fingers between her legs and stroked her clit until she was moaning and bucking against his hand. He dipped a finger in her pussy then spread the wetness around her anus. “Are you ready, Tiff?” But he didn’t wait for a reply, hell, he couldn’t, and he breached her ass with his fingertip.
“Ahh,” fell from her mouth on a sigh. Her muscles clenched his finger. He waited for them to relax before he inserted it to the knuckle.
She moaned, lowering her back, which heightened her ass in the air. A loader moan escaped from her throat as she pushed against him, forcing his entire finger inside. Slowly, he pulled it back, pushed it forward, repeating the motion over and over until it slid in and out of the tight channel with ease. When she was hot and mindless and impaling her sweet ass with his finger, he inserted another.
“Oh God,” she wailed. “More. I need more.”
Unable to suppress his urges any longer, he slid his cock back and forth along her pussy, drenching his rod with her liquid to use as lubrication. Anxious and on the brink of ejaculation, he placed the head at her anus and slowly pushed forward, sucking air into his lungs. He wanted to stroke and feel her at least once, which was about all the stamina he had left. If he took so much as a breath, it’d all be over.
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