by Ivy Jordan
I turned to a chair, realizing he had me on the table. I turned to him, watching as he worked his cock from his pants. Anticipation worked over me as I diligently kept eye on his hands. The belt opened, a button unbuttoned, and the zipper unzipped. He shifted as he worked to kick his boots off, stopping only once to slid a finger inside of my pussy and then bring it to his mouth.
I shook with excitement.
“Show me how you touched yourself that night,” he whispered, sliding out of his jeans.
I blushed as I bit my bottom lip.
“C’mon baby,” he coaxed.
My hand slid down my belly and in between my legs. James watched as my fingers worked in between my folds, around my clit, and then plunged inside of my pussy. He growled as I arched my back to feed my digits deeper into my body.
My eyes still watched, waiting for him to finish undressing. His boxers were pushed out into a tent, his cock so hard and eager to be released. My eyes watched his hand as his watched mine. Finally, he stood before me completely nude, his cock standing at attention in all its glory.
Hot breath poured onto me as James leaned over me, unbuttoning my shirt.
“Don’t stop,” he insisted, taking his hand to mine and guiding my fingers deep into my tight hole.
His mouth played with my breasts, sucking, licking, and pinching my nipples as I moaned with pleasure.
I could feel his cock pressing against my leg, twitching each time I moaned.
He slowly undressed me, taking the time to kiss and lick my exposed skin with each layer.
“I want to make you come,” he whispered, slithering back down my body.
Again, his hot breath was rolling onto my inner thighs, moving slowly back towards my pussy.
His tongue plunged into my body, fucking me without mercy as I squirmed and writhed beneath him. He suctioned against my flesh, sucking hard, pulling my clit between his lips, sucking it into his mouth as his finger took the place of his tongue inside of me, and then a second. I cried out as he worked with the rhythm of my hips. My hands pulled into his hair, tugging him away from my sensitive nub, but he wouldn’t release his suction.
My body shook and my legs quivered against James’s ears as everything started to go black, silent, empty. As if echoing through a canyon, my moans sounded from the silence as my orgasm exploded in a thunderous boom. Arousal was warm and abundant as it coated my thighs, dripping from my throbbing cunt into a puddle beneath my ass cheeks. I was mortified at my mess, but still unable to speak, to move, to barely breathe.
James scooped me into his arms from the table, carrying me like a baby to the back room. We ended up in the bathroom where he stood me in the shower. My legs could barely hold my weight as he worked the faucet until he was satisfied with the temperature, and then water exploded onto me, cleansing me of the sticky cum that still oozed down my thigh.
James didn’t take his eyes from mine as he stepped in beside me. He worked soap all over his body frantically, removing the smell of his days’ hard work. I had noticed it when I arrived at the bar, but I didn’t mind it. He smelled like a man to me, at least what I expected a man should smell like.
I reached out and took the soapy rag from him, continuing the cleansing as he stared into my eyes. My hand worked around his hard cock, taking extra care to stroke it clean nice and slow as he growled.
After the water rinsed him clean, he reached out towards the bathroom vanity, opening a drawer and pulling out a condom. Without effort, it was open and slid onto his hard muscle. His hands gripped my ass cheeks, squeezing them tightly as he lifted me up from my feet as if I weighed nothing. I reached forward, letting my arms wrap around his neck as my back pushed into the tiled shower wall.
His cock teased my entrance, the tip spreading me open as he held me in place. My breathing was as wild as my thoughts as I pushed away from him, dropping my weight onto his manhood, taking him in deep and swift.
My lips parted as moans rolled from my throat. I leaned forward, biting into his shoulder, sucking at the flesh of his neck. I searched with my mouth until finding his, still tasting my own juices on his lips.
His hips rocked, pushing himself deeper and harder into me as I dug my nails into his back. My pussy was so satisfied, so filled, that it began to pulsate as my legs quivered around his waist.
I watched James, taking in the pure pleasure that was written all over his face. His lips parted, a loud growl rolled through his body and into the small shower, and his head snapped backward right as I felt his cock throbbing between my legs.
I clenched onto him, using muscles that were now aching with pleasure as my orgasm roared alongside his. Water splattered into my face, rolled between us, tracing our bodies as if it were only one.
Fuck. What have I done?
Chapter Nineteen
James
My arm stretched across the bed, searching for Evelyn, but coming up empty. I lifted my head from the pillow, turned towards what sounding like someone mumbling. Evelyn stood at the edge of my bed, naked, gorgeous as the sunlight beat against her skin from the bedroom window.
“I have to get home,” she mumbled, continuing her frantic search through my messy room.
I leaned up, resting my head on my hand and watched as she tossed my dirty clothes around, picked up towels from the floor, more dirty clothes, and then started shuffling through a laundry basket on my chair that was filled with clean clothes I hadn’t had time to put away.
“You are so beautiful,” I sighed.
Her cheeks were pink as she snapped towards me.
“I need my clothes, and you need to get up,” she demanded.
“I know exactly where your clothes are, and I’m already up,” I smirked as I pulled the blanket from my erection.
Her cheeks turned red now, but her eyes lingered on my manhood for a moment before turning her attention to my face.
“I’m serious,” she scowled.
“I am too. Come here and give me a ride, then I’ll take you home,” I pleaded.
“Didn’t I ride you enough last night?” she giggled.
“Apparently not,” I motioned towards my cock using my eyes.
“You have to take care of that yourself,” she said, but I could tell she was teasing.
Her nipples were starting to harden, and her eyes were filled with hunger as she glanced again at my arousal.
“At least come here and give me a proper kiss good morning,” I pouted.
She hesitated at first, but then slowly walked towards the bed. Her body smelled so good, of sex, sweat, and the mixture of my body wash and laundry detergent. I gripped her tightly around the waist and pulled her onto me in the bed. Her skin was warm, smooth, and felt amazing pressed so hard against mine.
“James,” she squealed as my grip tightened around her.
I knew she could feel me, hard beneath her, grinding into her with a yearning that I couldn’t control.
My lips covered hers, giving her a proper kiss, and then I released her to run away as she had pretended to want to do. She didn’t run. She didn’t move a muscle as she grew limp against my hard chest.
“See, was that so bad?” I asked.
Her head shook slowly, a smile rolling onto her face as her eyes stared into mine. I couldn’t remember ever seeing a pair of eyes so green before. She leaned in slowly, letting her lips press into mine as her hand slid between us, gripping me tightly by the cock.
I was fascinated with Evelyn Pierce, the little nymph that Axel sent into my life. She was smart, ferocious, and surprisingly uninhibited in the sack, at least once I could get her there.
She had her way with me, leaving me breathless on the bed, my legs heavy and my head light as she jumped up, back on her pursuit of her clothes.
“Come on,” she called from the living room as I finally settled enough to get up.
I grabbed my clothes, slid on what I could and carried the rest with me into the other room.
Evelyn wore the sam
e navy skirt from the night before, the one I slid up her hips while she unlocked the door. She wore the same silk blouse that I unbuttoned while she pleasured herself on my table. I growled at the sight of her, my blood fighting its way back between my legs.
“What is wrong with you?” she laughed.
I moved towards her quickly, causing her to let out a high-pitched squeal. She moved back a step, and then two, and then took off running as I chased after her through the house.
Cornered in the kitchen, nowhere to run, she giggled hysterically as I approached her like a lion to its prey.
I was so hard I could slide her up into my arms and down onto me right there next to the fridge, but instead, I decided to tease her the way she liked to tease me. My hands pinned her in; my body pressed her against the wall where she stood. Her eyes widened, and tiny squeals rolled from her throat as I pulled one hand from the wall, giving her a clean escape route. She didn’t move. My hand slid to her skirt, then under it. She wasn’t wearing the panties she had the night before; instead, my fingers met aroused flesh, slick and swollen. One finger slid inside of her while a thumb massaged her pulsating clit. In and out, slow and steady as she melted into my palm. Her breathing grew wild, and those tiny squeaks turned to moans as she pushed her weight onto my hand, ground her hips towards me, then away. Warm cum swirled around my finger as her muscles clamped against my digit, pulsating with wild thrusts. My eyes locked onto her, watching every twitch of the eye, every lick of the lips, and every rising of the chest. She was the most beautiful creature I’d ever laid eyes upon, so raw, so real, so majestic.
I slid her long red locks from her shoulder and tucked it behind her ear. My lips leaned in close, kissing the tiny mole I exposed on the side of her neck delicately.
Her eyes opened. Her lips parted, and a sultry sigh rolled through them.
“Let’s go,” I smirked, taking a step back from her and adjusting my shirt.
Evelyn’s body looked molded to the kitchen wall as I turned back to make a face of impatience just to tease her further. I had to bite my tongue not to laugh.
I watched as she fixed herself, trying to put on her professional face once again. Even though she thought she was capable of hiding her attraction to me, she was dead wrong. I didn’t plan on ever telling her though.
Evelyn’s home was actually an apartment situated between my ranch and Amarillo.
“How can you stand living without any land?” I asked before I could stop myself.
“I’m hardly ever home,” she smiled.
“I can see why,” I laughed.
I helped her out of my truck kissing her gently on the cheek before she could squirm away. She was nervous, obviously flustered by a neighbor waving at us as I planted my lips on her soft skin.
“I’m sorry. I have to run,” she breathed, turning quickly to rush towards a large white door with the number four on it.
I sat in my truck for a moment before leaving, watching the building she rushed into. A couple seconds after she entered, a light flicked on in the front apartment on the third floor. I chuckled at the thought that she liked to be on top, no matter what she was doing.
There was plenty of work waiting for me back at the ranch, and I planned to use it to keep my mind occupied, and off of Evelyn.
That plan worked for the first few hours, banging nails into fresh wood to finish up the urgent repairs on the fence surrounding the ranch. I was hot, sweaty, and that only made me think of Evelyn more. Fuck, that little redhead is tearing me up.
“C’mon, Queen, let’s go for a ride,” I stroked her smooth gray coat gently before I climbed onto her back.
Without commands, Queen took off, running towards the lake, towards the place I planned to build my home one day. The wind cooled my skin, calmed my yearnings, and reaching the spot where my house would be brought a new series of thoughts into my mind, still of Evelyn. Would she like living out here with all this land, or did she prefer the close quarters of neighbors? Would she even be interested in entertaining the possibility that what we had was much deeper than just sex?
“I know you’d approve of this one,” I spoke to the sky, to the heavens where I knew old man Jasper watched down on me.
My watch flashed three o’clock. The doc was coming by around four to check on the new calf and his momma. I had to hustle.
“Let’s go, girl,” I squeezed Queen with my thighs, sending her back towards the barn.
While I waited for the doc, I shot a quick text to Evelyn.
Me: I would love it if you came out to the ranch tonight for dinner and maybe a moonlight ride…
I started brushing down Queen, cleaning her hooves, and making sure she was in tip-top shape before she went back to her stall for some fresh water and a surprise carrot.
My phone finally beeped, displaying a response from Evelyn.
Evelyn: Like I said earlier, haven’t I ridden you enough? LOL
Heat shot to my cheeks as I chuckled aloud alone in the barn.
Me: Never. Be here as soon as you can. Come hungry, and bring what you need for the morning. I don’t plan on returning you tonight!
I waited for a few seconds, staring at the screen of my phone like a lovesick teenager, but she didn’t respond before Doc surprised me.
“I didn’t even hear you pull up,” I gasped.
The old potbellied man laughed, his belt bouncing with the blubber it held in with each chuckle. He’d gotten old. His hair was mostly gone, but what little he had was combed over the top of his age-spotted head like thin white yarn. His cheeks were bright red, exaggerated circles high on his jawline like pictures you see of Santa Clause around Christmas time. Old man Jasper and the doc went back a lifetime, and I knew he missed him as much as I did.
“I’m glad to see you here, James,” Doc smiled as he patted me on the back.
“There’s no other place I’d rather be,” I sighed.
“I hear you’re having some trouble with the kids,” Doc inquired.
I nodded.
“Nothing I can’t handle,” I smirked.
“Martin told me time and time again that he wanted this place to be yours,” Doc inserted.
“Yeah, he knew I’d kill myself to keep this place running, to get it back to what it was, even better if possible,” I grinned.
Doc nodded, letting out another belly buster that bounced his belt.
“So, where are momma and baby?” Doc asked.
I guided Doc towards the pen and started explaining how scared I was delivering the calf without old man Jasper. He laughed but encouraged me with nods of approval as I explained how I’d handled it.
I leaned over the fence from the outside of the stall as Doc inspected the little calf first.
“He looks healthy, how’s he eating?” he asked.
“He took to it right away, but he seemed to be struggling a bit this afternoon,” I noted.
Doc gripped the heifer’s udders in his hands, stroking each one and fiving a tug to get milk to squirt towards the hay. He guided the calf over, got him to start feeding, and stood to look the mom in the eyes. He made everything seem so easy, just like Jasper always had.
“She’s running a fever,” Doc said calmly.
The calf laid down in the hay, giving up on feeding while Doc tended to his mother.
“Has her placenta fallen out yet?” he asked.
“No, but it’s only been a couple days,” I queried.
“Usually they are okay to drop it themselves, but I think it’s retained,” Doc stated.
I knew what that meant, and if I knew Doc as well as I thought I did, he was gonna make me do the dirty work.
“Grab the gloves,” he nodded towards the long pair hanging on the post behind me.
I must’ve had the look of death on my face because Doc couldn’t stop laughing as I moved towards the back of the heifer.
Elbow deep into Gretta the Heifer, and of course, Evelyn’s car starts up the lane towards the barn.
Chapter Twenty
Evelyn
As I parked my car next to James’s large red pickup truck, I noticed an older truck on the other side of his. It was green and white, sported an old-fashioned camper shell over the bed, and it was covered in mud.
I stepped onto the porch, knocked on the door, once, twice, a third time. My hand turned the knob, half-afraid of walking in on something I shouldn’t, but pushed the door open anyways. The house was quiet, empty, so I closed the door and walked towards the barn.
The sun was already setting, the days still ending early even though the air was growing warmer each day. I noticed a light flickering in the small barn, the one that sat next to the larger one where the horses were kept.
I walked towards the light, stopping once I made it to the large open entry space. James was inside a pen with his arm shoved deep into the backside of a cow, nearly to his shoulder.
He was covered in sweat, dirt, and lord only knows what else, but he still brought weakness to my knees and a flutter to my heart.
The older man outside the pen noticed me first, nodding in my direction with a tip of his hat. His action caused James to look towards the entry, and his face turned bright red once he saw me standing there, watching.
“Hey, darling; I didn’t forget, I promise,” he stammered, his arm still deep inside the cow.
It was hard to look at him without laughing, but I thought it would be rude, or somehow ignorant. When it came to farms, to ranches especially, I was ignorant. It was part of the reason I often wondered if James and I could even work, not that I was certain that’s what he wanted. But, we were so different, so very different.
“I can see you have your hands full,” I smirked.
He laughed, and the cow bucked against him, his arm causing a strange tremble inside of her I was certain.
“I didn’t realize there were gonna be any complications when Doc came out, but as you can see,” James grinned mischievously.
“How about I go inside, find something for dinner and get it started?” I suggested.
