by Dani Wyatt
She’s digging for information and it sits just fine with me. The thing I notice is she hasn’t said anything about a boyfriend or a husband wondering why she’s coming home with a basket full of roses.
“No date, Dove. Those were friends of Roger’s.” I gesture with my head toward where the Rover disappeared a minute ago. “I’m as single as they come. Haven’t even been on a date in longer than I can remember. Guess I was waiting for the right girl to come along.”
“Why do you keep calling me that? Dove.” I pull her hand toward me, examining it in the moonlight, coaxing her to lean forward.
What is it about her that lights my fuse like this? Every time I meet her eyes it’s like a current zaps me.
“Because. You remind me of a dove. Pure and innocent with a look in her eye like she wants to fly away somewhere.”
She pulls her knees together as my thumb rubs back and forth on the side of her hand. I give her a little tug, grabbing her attention and holding it with my eyes.
“Your name tag at the bar said ‘Lori,’ but you don’t look like a ‘Lori’ to me, you look like a dove.”
“Rachel.” She blurts it out. “Lori’s a fake name. I don’t like using my real name there.”
“Well, Dove.” I emphasize the word, because it means so much more already than a simple white bird. It takes on a life of its own. “I can get your truck going here, but I’m wondering if you plan to thank me for the roses and for fixing it.” My voice is playful, but I need things from her and I want her to need them from me too.
Her eyes go wide and my gentle tug on her hand becomes a pull. She slips down off the seat giving in to me and my entire body comes alive.
Her feet hit the ground in front of me and I want to hold onto this moment. She is all woman, her tits bountiful. That top is cut too low and then some, but there’s no better view in all the world.
“Thank you?” She mutters, unsure, and I like that she’s unsure.
I grin. “Hmm.” I snap my lips together. “Not quite sure that’s good enough.” I lead her along behind me to the back of the truck. I’m in heat and she’s giving me a wide-eyed, innocent look, but I see that twinkle in her eye, and the fuse she lit is burning down fast.
“Well, maybe that’s all I have.”
“Oh no, Dove, that is not all you have.” The beast she’s awakened comes roaring to life, but I choke him back.
I am teetering between the urge to throw her down in the dirt and take what’s mine with all the fury of a caveman, and the civilized part of me that wants break her in gently. She’s a fragile bird, I feel that, but this moment has once in a lifetime written all over it.
“I have a boyfriend.” She blasts me with both barrels with a direct hit to my heart. But, just as quickly, my sixth sense kicks in, and I hear the slightest hesitation in her voice.
She’s lying.
My steps toward the dark rear of the truck stay even and steady with her soft steps behind me. I took note of the feed sacks stacked two high and I’m a country boy. That is going to make a comfortable place for me to lay her back while I decide just how far this is going to go. My instincts tell me I need to give her just a taste, not push too hard, no matter how much my dick would like to argue his case and go for the home run.
“What’s his name?” I take my free hand and unhitch the tailgate, settling it down before turning toward her. And for the first time since I got home I take off my ball cap, set it down on the open gate and rake my hand through my shoulder length hair. I only wish I was more presentable.
For her.
Her mouth is agape as I push back the hair that keeps falling forward, my other hand still bound to hers.
“Jimmy,” she mutters, but it sounds more like a question than an answer. “His name’s Jimmy.”
“Uh huh. Well, Jimmy’s a fool for leaving you at that bar all alone. If you were my girlfriend, I’d never let you out of my sight at a place like that. And I sure as shit wouldn’t let you drive home alone. He doesn’t sound like he knows what he’s got.”
I look down to drink her in, the moonlight highlighting just the right spots and I see her tuck her toes together. I love that shy, little girl air about her. It’s not a game either, it’s her and she’s digging farther and farther into me with each moment.
She tugs her lips to the side as I stare down her little white lie. She’s lost her smile and I hate that, so I give her an out.
“There’s no Jimmy. You and I both know it, so I’ll let that one go. Don’t lie to me again.”
“You’re awfully bossy. Who says there will be an ‘again?’”
“I do. I say.” My eyes don’t let hers go for a second. “Just setting the ground rules so in the future you won’t make the same mistake.” I’m as sure we have a future as I am that gravity will hold my feet in place.
My lips turn up as a spark of sass lights those doe brown eyes.
“You say? Were you dropped on your head as a child? I don’t even know your name and you’re talking about a future?” She can’t fight the smile that simmers then explodes in the cool late summer night.
Her dimple is on full display, making my balls quiver like a scared little girl. But no way. If anyone is cumming tonight, it’s her. My greedy ass dick will have to cool his heels; this filly is always going to come first.
“I know I served you ice water all night, but maybe you sipped on your grandad’s jar of white lightnin’ when I wasn’t looking.”
I may be jumping the gun, I get it. What I know about her could fit inside a thimble. I know her first name, I’ve managed to hold her hand, get my fingers on the softest skin I’ve ever felt, but even with so little, it’s so much. I’ve gone from a man who hasn’t given a woman a righteous second glance for far too long, to one that takes a leap from holding a hand to thoughts of carrying her over the threshold and a desire to secure her in my life by any means necessary.
I lower both hands to entwine our fingers. The way her soft skin contrasts with my calloused hands is beautiful.
“I did feel drunk back there, I’ll admit that. And I was drinking something. Only I was using my eyes not my mouth.”
As soon as the words leave my lips, my chest constricts at the thought of my mouth between her legs, drinking her, and I have to swallow hard and let go of her hand.
I drop our hands, grip her waist and feel her press her back toward the open tailgate at my touch. “One, two, three, okay?”
“What?” She crinkles her nose when she says it and I like how she doesn’t know what to do with her hands, but she’s also not pushing mine away.
I nod at the open truck bed and secure my fingers at the nip of her waist.
“Ready? On three.” I nod, dig my fingers into the softness. Her eyes are on mine, looking like the most delicious melted chocolate. “One, two, three.”
She gives this little bunny hop and it makes her as light as a Saturday evening breeze. It takes no effort to lift her, and a moment later I’ve got her where I need her, facing me, ready to lay her back and show her just how I intend to worship her.
She goes to adjust herself, scooting back and tugging at the hem of the soft fabric of her skirt and I move in, pressing my body between her knees.
“There.” I lick my lips trying not to drool. “Now, have you decided how to thank me?”
I can’t help it, my fingers toy with a stray hair that dangles over her forehead. An intensity is growing inside of me that could quickly turn dangerous. I want her in a way that scares me, like I didn’t even know what wanting was before, and I don’t know anything about her, but I intend to have it all.
“Thank you. I said thank you. Do you want some money?” The words come out in a whisper, like she’s not quite sure what’s about to happen. Her eyes teeter between twinkling excitement and more than a healthy hint of fear.
“No. I don’t want money, Dove.” I inch forward, spreading her legs with my hips, and I fucking swear I catch the scent of her pussy on
the air and I just about lose my mind.
I want to flip her skirt up and see what’s under there. I’m hoping soft cotton, white maybe with the day of the week embroidered on them. She’s not a thong girl, and that’s only right. Something about her makes me want her to be innocent so I’ll be the first to be here.
Only me. But a beauty like this, she’s surely had dicks after her for a long time. I’m sure one of them has been where I want to be right now and just the thought has my jaw tight.
“I...I have some tip money I could give—” I cut her off when I settle my hands above each knee, gripping the softness there.
“I told you, I don’t want your money. I want your thanks. Those are very different things.”
“I don’t know—” Her eyelids flutter shut as I press my hands a bit farther up her thighs, my fingers finding the skin just under the hem of her skirt. The warmth is radiating straight onto the erection pushing for dear life against my zipper. “I shouldn’t...I mean...I don’t even know...”
“I know. I know enough for us both.” I let my gaze wander up and down. It’s dark but clear, and the moon gives me just the right amount of light to see every twist and turn of her. I want to discover it all. My horny-as-hell gaze settles on the crease of cleavage that’s on display and I lick my lips.
I consider tearing that little tank top off with my teeth. Number one, it’s hiding what has to be the world’s most gravity-defying fucking tits, second, it’s not her. From the sweet fluttery skirt to the ballet flats, she’s not a low-cut, bedazzled, black tank top kind of girl. And for some irrational reason, it pisses me off that she has to wear it.
“What do you want then?” She leans back from me. The fear in her eyes is still there but I feel an excited anticipation radiating from her and that throws fuel on the fire.
“I want to know how you taste.” I don’t bother telling her what part of her, but from the way she parts her lips, blinks and swallows I don’t think she’s sure what I mean. “And I want you to know you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
Her eyes widen and I see doubt and some fear in her eyes. She doesn’t know her worth, and that amazes me. Her physical beauty is clear, but I feel the beauty inside her as well. I don’t wait; I lean down, my lips brush hers and I devour the puff of warm, surprised breath that comes out of her mouth, inhaling so that none of it escapes. I want even that part of her.
“Say ‘thank you’ now,” I whisper into her mouth, not giving her any time to respond before my lips capture hers. The sweetness of her runs straight through me like fire on tinder. I part her lips with my tongue, delving deeper into the wet warmth of her mouth and my head is spinning.
She lets out an erotic moan into the rumbling growl that erupts from my throat. I’ve never made a fucking noise like that before.
“Mmmm,” she murmurs when I pull back, and I watch her face for all the little clues.
Her lids are heavy. Even in the moonlight I can see the pink rise in her cheeks and I want to someday see that sort of flush on her whole body. I’m not taking her tonight; I’ve made that decision. She’ll need time to get used to me before she’s broken in and ready to ride. “There? Is that a good enough thank you?” The words are a bit breathless and the sound is like a cool breeze on a hot day.
“Not quite.”
“I don’t even know your name,” she blurts out, but I’m laser-focused on my task. I flatten my hands on top of her legs, pushing my fingers upward, her skirt catching and exposing the soft flesh as I go. “Wait, what are you doing?” The softest hint of panic creeps into her voice, but I hear something else in between the words. Excitement.
Need.
And I know how that feels.
I roll my torso forward, my face in front of hers.
“Lean back. I just want to see something. I won’t hurt you. You know that, don’t you?”
“I don’t know anything about you,” she stutters but she leans back, her hands moving to support her body as she settles against the cotton feed sack behind her.
“Yes you do. You know a lot about me.” I flip the final few inches of her skirt up to her waist, my eyes dropping from her parted, pink lips to see the matching hush of cotton panties covering what’s now mine. “You watched me tonight as much as I watched you. You can learn a lot about someone from watching.”
“I wasn’t watching you.” She does her best to sound indignant and I stifle my chuckle.
“See, like right now.” I drag my fingertips over the slip of fabric between her legs, feeling the warmth and the wetness that’s seeped through. “You’re watching me.” I give her a little grin. Even under my thick beard, I know she sees me.
Fuck, her panties are soaked through and I rasp my fingers over where her clit is hiding under there, listening to the way her breathing hitches and catches with each slight movement of my hand.
I keep my fingers moving, my eyes on hers as I groan the words that fill my throat. “That feels good. So good.” Even my crazy ass knuckles are happy right now just because they get to touch her. That’s how good she feels. My eyes move from her face to watch my hand and the sight makes another few drops of cum drip out of my dick.
“I shouldn’t do this.” Her words don’t match the needy shiver in her voice.
“You’re not doing this, I’m doing this. You’re thanking me. And I told you what I want.”
“What?” Her voice shakes as my fingers trace around the elastic between her pussy and the sensitive crease of her inner thigh making her twitch under my touch.
I push the offending fabric away, slipping the backs of my fingers inside. When my touch meets the first soft brush of her hairless lips I think I might lose my shit right there.
“I said, I want to know how you taste. And that, my sweet Dove, is going to require you spreading your legs and my tongue licking right here.” I dip a fingertip into her folds. She’s hot and dripping as I caress just inside her juicy cunt.
“These have to go,” I mutter, my other hand pulling her panties down a bit more, then reaching into my pocket and flipping open my knife. In one swift motion, before she even knows what’s happening, I slice the blade through the soft fabric and it falls free, still caught under her luscious ass but her slick bare pussy is on full display and I’m captivated.
I snap the blade closed and slip it back into my pocket as her wide eyes look down to see her naked flesh exposed to me.
She shudders, her head falling back and her hair cascades off her shoulders and down her back as she loses the last few inches of her upright position and melts against the feed sacks.
When I do put my cock inside her where it belongs, she will own my ass forever, but I’m pretty sure she already does. “You’re going to cum on my fingers, Dove, so I can taste you on them for the rest of the night. Then, it’s going to be my tongue. You want that, don’t you? You want my tongue inside this pretty cunt.”
I massage her hard little button and she collapses the rest of the way, boneless onto the sacks of feed. Her hands fly to her face, her palms pressing to cover her eyes as her mouth opens. She likes my filthy talk, and that’s good, because I’m going to tell her exactly how much I want her and all the things I intend to do to her. I may be a soft spoken country boy, but she’s released every filthy, depraved thought I’ve stored up and in my mind and it’s poetry.
I explore, shifting my thumb to rub in easy, smooth circles around her clit, reaching two long fingers low to scoop out the nectar that is already streaming from her. “Jesus, you’re so wet. It’s so fucking beautiful.” A little more pressure from my calloused thumb and I slip a finger into her heat. She’s tight as fuck, and my mind can’t stop playing over and over how she will feel the first time I sink my dick into her.
My hard-on is painful, but I know I would lose all control if I let him out, and my little dove isn’t going to have her first time with me in the back of a pickup truck on the side of the road. No, she deserves so much more, and I’
m the man who is going to give it to her, just not tonight.
She presses herself upward into my fingers and lets out a whimper, throwing her hands off her eyes and above her head. Her body is tight, like a bow string ready to release.
“Spread your legs, Dove. Wider.” I push my finger into her until she gasps. “Let me see how pretty that pussy is in the moonlight.” Her breath halts, then she does as I say and that bow string pulls back tighter and tighter. When she finally opens her legs to me, I give her what she needs.
My motions turn harder, faster, playing with her, memorizing the sounds she’s making, where she likes my fingers, how she stops breathing when I hit her clit just right with my thumb, because I’m going to use all this information for the rest of her life. My mouth is watering at the sight of my fingers getting sucked in, then pulling back out of her.
“Oh my God.” The delicate flesh tightens, grips onto my fingers as she soaks my palm.
“Your cum is mine. Give me what’s mine so I can suck you from my fingers. Then one day you’re going to know what it feels like to have my cum right here.” I can’t wait, I bring down my face, my open mouth slams down, taking over for my thumb as I shove my finger deep, pressing into the walls of her tight cunt, swirling my tongue around her swollen clit.
Even the crickets are silenced by the sounds she makes. Over and over she moans and mumbles. A minute passes, maybe more, and still she cums, panting and it makes me grin to know how much she enjoys the dirty talk.
My dick is pissed off and bent nearly in half, the tip soaking wet. I’ve never seen nor heard anything more magical than the sounds of her pleasure and I want it all. I want to mark her and make sure the world knows who she belongs to.
I hold my hand in her pussy, giving her clit a sweet kiss as I raise up, watching her face until I stroke the last of her orgasm from her. When she lets out a long, slow breath and opens her eyes, I slip out of her, my hand drenched, the moonlight showing her divine cream all over my hand.
