Bobbie sighed in annoyance. “I’ve never taken a man’s penis in my mouth. I’ve never even given a hand job. There, are you satisfied?”
“Not yet, darlin’. Not yet, but I will be very soon. Tonight you’ll do all that and more. And you’ll learn to do it just the way I like it.”
Chapter Eight
Clay sat next to Bobbie and watched her from the corner of his eye as he removed his boots. When his feet were bare, he stood up and turned to face her. “Now help me get these off,” he ordered, tugging his jeans down.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she helped remove his jeans and he wondered if he was being too aggressive. He looked down into her wide green eyes as he stepped out of his jeans and he couldn’t help but caress her soft cheek. “What if I don’t do it right?” her voice quivered.
“That’s what I’m here for,” he said, as he tangled a hand in her hair and gave a slight tug.
Clay groaned when the tip of Bobbie’s pink tongue peeked out to wet her lips. When her cool hands touched his shaft, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. Then she added the warm wetness of her lips in a tentative kiss. She flicked her tongue on the head of his cock, driving him crazy from the erotic torture.
“Like this?” she asked.
“Oh yeah, that’s good, baby,” Clay coached. “Squeeze a little tighter down low and take the head of my cock in that naughty mouth of yours.”
He could tell his words turned her on because she did as he asked with the voracity of a woman tried and true in the art of giving head. Her hand stroked and squeezed the length of his shaft as her mouth worked the head. The sensations were overwhelming “That’s good, Bobbie. So good ... so good,” he growled as he felt her hand tug at his balls.
She gave a little purr in the back of her throat. The animal-like sound vibrated through Clay. It was a purely feminine sound, one that sent him quickly over the edge. “I’m going to come, darlin’ Take me as far back as you can and still be able to swallow,” he instructed.
Bobbie increased her suction, pulling him in deeper and as a result, he came, filling her mouth with his semen in a climax unlike any other he could remember.
“Damn baby, you’re a fast learner,” Clay croaked as he sank to his knees in front of her.
He looked up and caught a devilish gleam in her eyes and a saucy smile spreading across her face.
“If that’s what you consider punishment, I’m thinking I ought to start hanging out with sailors and truck drivers.”
Clay’s booming laughter filled the room. “Shh,” Bobbie scolded. “You’ll wake everyone up.” Her saucy smile broke into a full grin.
“Brat,” he growled. He got to his feet, grabbed Bobbie and tossed her on to the center of the bed, straddling her hips. “If that didn’t keep your mouth busy enough, I’ll find something that will.
He tugged the neckline of her blouse down until it lodged beneath her big, beautiful breasts. The twin mounds were covered only by a thin satiny type of fabric and he could see her dusky nipples clearly.
Dipping his head, Clay sucked first one nipple into his mouth and then the other. The feel of her giving flesh made his mouth water. He continued to tongue and tease Bobbie through her bra until the cloth covering them was wet with his saliva, the fabric transparent. He lapped, nipped and teased until Bobbie’s chest heaved with her panting breaths, until she was chanting his name and grinding her hips against him in search of release.
“Sounds like your mouth is busy to me,” he taunted as she called out his name.
“Oh, Clay. You’ve got to do something,” she begged.
“I am doing something and I’m going to keep doing more somethings until you can hardly breathe through the excitement. Just when you think you can’t handle it anymore, I’m going to make you come until you’re hoarse from screaming my name,” he stared down at her luscious body. “Then maybe you’ll remember to watch that sassy mouth.”
He kissed her quick and hard; then removed every stitch of clothing she had on.
“Stay right there, darlin’.” He climbed from the bed and headed toward the bathroom. When he found what he was looking for, he quickly made his way back to the bed, the belt of her robe dangling from his hand.
“I think before we go any further, I’d like to try something new.” He held out the belt from Bobbie’s robe. “Stretch those arms up here,” he said, pointing to the headboard. “I’ve got a need to see you tied and at my mercy.”
He watched her eyes widen, a bit of worry in them before she did as he asked. A thrill shot through his entire length as he wrapped the soft fabric around her wrists. The fact that she trusted him enough to give up her freedom, if only for a while, was a huge turn-on.
“Clay?” she asked in a shaky voice.
“It’s all right, darlin’. When you want me to let you go, just say the word, okay?”
“All right,” she answered.
Clay started with her feet. He rubbed and flexed them until she relaxed the muscles in her legs a bit. When he nibbled at her arch, she giggled. She did the same when he scraped her big toe with a fingernail.
Her giggles turned to moans of delight as he made his way up her leg to her inner thigh and higher. She was wet and ready but that wasn’t enough
“I want you crazy with arousal, Bobbie, begging for release. When I think you’re ready, I’ll make you come over and over again before I release you and even then, you’ll sleep in my arms where you belong.”
* * * *
“Please fuck me already, Clay. Hard and fast. Please,” she heard herself say as he repeatedly licked her clit. Her climax was just out of reach.
“You going to watch your mouth from now on?” he teased.
Bobbie wanted to scream at him. “Yes. For the love of God, Clay. You’re going to kill me.”
“Only with pleasure, baby. You’ll see.”
He lowered his head, burying it between her thighs to suck her clit between his lips. His actions sent her spiraling. The mind-blowing orgasm held at bay for too long shattered her soul into a million pieces before slamming it back together again.
Before she could gather her thoughts, he plunged his entire condom-sheathed length into her wet pussy. Bobbie gasped at the wicked intrusion, which only seemed to spur Clay on. The stiff length of his cock retreated and then plowed back into her in a frenzy of lust that soon had Bobbie in the throes of another climax.
Her inner muscles tightened and released as wave after wave of sensation flowed through her body, staling her breath. Her knees shook as her body spasmed. It seemed to last an eternity and then she felt Clay’s shaft swell within her. His movements slowed and with one last thrust, he buried himself deeply. The feel of his cock pulsing within her sent her rocketing over the edge.
* * * *
Bobbie finally roused herself enough to move. Clay was behind her, his large arm wrapped around her, making her feel penned in. It was only then that she noticed her hands were free. Her cheeks flamed when she thought of all she’d said, all she’d done. And now it was morning and Clay was still in her bed. Mildred and Chance would know exactly what was going on between them. She silently cursed herself that she’d ever insisted he move the armoire against the connecting door from his side.
“Clay,” she said, nudging his shoulder. When he didn’t budge, she pushed a bit harder. “Get up.”
He sat straight up, his hair flattened on one side. Sleep lines marred his face making him look soft and cuddly, adorable.
“What in the hell did you do that for?” he barked, breaking the spell. So much for adorable, Bobbie signed.
“Its morning and you’re still in my room. You need to go.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Why?”
Bobbie couldn’t help but roll her eyes. The man wasn’t a dunce so why start acting like one all of a sudden? “Why? What kind of a question is that? You need to leave because this is my room, yours is next door, remember?”
“Don’t get sm
art with me, Bobbie,” he warned. “I know exactly what you’re saying, I just don’t understand why. We’ll be married as soon as my parents make it home, so what does it matter if I stay in the same room with you?”
Bobbie hadn’t heard anything after “We’ll be married” because her ears started ringing and her hands shook from the shock. She jumped off the bed but realized that she was still completely nude. She grabbed her robe off the back of the bathroom door and gave an angry frown when she realized her belt was still tied to the headboard.
“What’s wrong with you?” Clay asked, no longer sounding angry but concerned. Bobbie wasn’t sure what to say so she tried to play it off.
“If that was a proposal Clay, you need to practice,” she laughed.
“Aw shit, darlin’,” he started, but Bobbie quickly held her hand up to stop his words. The last thing she wanted him to do was to give some asinine reason, like love, for wanting to marry her. They hadn’t known each other very long and to be lied to that way would hurt way too much.
“I have no idea what you’re thinking,” she said, trying to smile. “But I don’t ever plan to marry.”
At her words Clay climbed from the bed, still gloriously nude and equally aroused. He took a threatening step toward her, and it took everything in Bobbie not to take a step in retreat. When they were toe to toe, Clay grabbed her by the upper arms and pulled her close. His voice was low, dangerous.
“You may have never planned to marry but that all changed in the stable the other day.”
Bobbie swallowed her nervousness. “I don’t see how,” she said.
“Damn Bobbie, you were a virgin.” He released her and angrily plowed his hand through his wavy brown hair.
“What’s that got to do with anything?” Bobbie couldn’t understand what had made him so angry. He didn’t love her or anything. “As it stands right now Clay, we’re nothing more than fuck buddies.” Evidently those weren’t the right words to say to him.
Clay grabbed her again, this time he lifted her until they were eye to eye. “Don’t ever let me hear you say those words again,” he thundered. Bobbie was sure his booming voice could be heard throughout the house.
“It matters because you belong to me. Not for a second will I let you forget it, either,” he sat her on her feet and stepped back.
Bobbie watched as he hastily dressed. He had just opened his mouth to say something when Chance yelled from the hallway, making Bobbie jump.
“Clay, Dad’s on the phone. He wants to talk to you.”
“I’ll be right there,” Clay called back through the still-closed bedroom door.
“This isn’t over, Bobbie. Not by a long shot.” Clay swung the door open. It crashed into the wall behind it as Clay stalked out into the hallway.
Bobbie was rooted to the spot, clutching her robe closed when Chance appeared in the doorway. “You all right, Bobbie?” he asked, his eyes full of worry.
Bobbie just shook her head. She wasn’t sure what she was, but all right wasn’t part of it. “That man is crazy,” she whispered as Chance moved closer to her. “He thinks he has to marry me because we ... because I...” she couldn’t finish. When she realized what she had said, she slapped her hand to her mouth. “Oh God. Somebody shoot me now, please.”
Chance just laughed and gave her a brotherly pat on the shoulder. “Get dressed and come on down for breakfast. Things will look better when you’ve had a good meal and some time to think.” As Chance left her room, Bobbie prayed he was right, but knew that he was as far from right as possible.
Chapter Nine
Clay spoke with his father on the phone, then showered and dressed. He was angry and tired but most of all, he was impatient. He wanted Bobbie for his own. It was more than just a fling to Clay. He wanted her as his wife. He could picture them living happily ever after. Bobbie beneath him nightly as he slipped his erect length into her tiny sheath. Bobbie above him as he suckled her swaying breasts. Bobbie face down over his lap as he spanked her ass before turning the intended punishment into an erotic journey worth traveling, but she was as stubborn as he was and as evasive as a wispy cloud on a windy day. It drove him completely nuts that she’d wiggled out of his grasp as easily as she had.
He made his way down to the kitchen, angry with himself for caring so much and mad as hell at Bobbie for not caring enough. Chance and Bobbie were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and talking quietly when he walked in.
It made Clay insanely jealous that they grew quiet upon seeing him, but he absolutely wouldn’t let them know it. Clay kept his face composed, a mask of indifference on the outside while he silently seethed on the inside. He didn’t say a word as he poured himself a cup of coffee and found an empty chair at the table.
He scooted the chair until it was closer to Bobbie and took pleasure at the tiny gasp that escaped her lips as his hand grazed her thigh. She tensed and shot him a look that he returned tenfold. He couldn’t understand why every other woman on Earth seemed to want to get married and the one woman he wanted didn’t want a thing to do with the institution. He’d only brought the subject up once and she had clammed up on him. It was downright aggravating.
“Everything ready for Mom and Dad?” Clay asked Chance.
“Yeah, they should be able to settle right in when they get here,” Chance answered.
Bobbie’s head swung back and forth like a spectator at a tennis match as she tried to follow their conversation. Clay didn’t even know if she knew when his parents were coming. For some reason, that topic also seemed to make her skittish.
“They’ll be here the day after tomorrow,” he said for her benefit as well as a reminder to Chance.
“The day after tomorrow?” Bobbie’s voice squeaked.
“Yeah, is there a problem?” Clay asked, not understanding why the thought of meeting his parents would make her so nervous.
Bobbie looked from him to Chance, then shook her head. “Nope. No problem. Just wanted to make sure I had the day right.”
Clay knew damned well she was lying but he wouldn’t call her on it in front of Chance. He was looking for a way to smooth things over with her, not make them rockier. Bobbie excused herself from the table and went to the sink where she started water for washing the dishes. Mildred seemed to pop out of the shadows.
“I’ve got these,” Mildred said. “You go ahead and sit back down there and finish your coffee while it’s still hot.”
The defeated slump of Bobbie’s shoulders tore at Clay’s heart. “I’ve got a few things to do in my room. I’ll see y’all later,” Bobbie walked from the room. He had an urge to follow her and make sure that she didn’t clean his desk for him. The last time she’d done him the favor, it had taken him hours to find everything and they’d ended up in a shouting match over it.
Clay was still kicking himself in the ass for calling Bobbie a menace. After all, it wasn’t really her fault that she stunk when it came to keeping house or anything remotely domestic. The only time she wasn’t a klutz was when she was working with the horses. He didn’t like the fact that she took on heavy lifting and the like, but she seemed to enjoy it so he would keep his mouth closed.
* * * *
Clay went to bed that night with Bobbie on his mind. He slept fitfully as he was in a constant state of semi-arousal.
The next morning, Clay’s need for Bobbie was undeniable. If he didn’t get a chance to taste the sweetness of her delectable pussy before his parents' arrival, he would go nuts.
The sun was just peeking out when Clay opened his bedroom door and padded silently to Bobbie’s room. He made a mental note to move the armoire blocking the connecting door. He wanted access to the redheaded spitfire all the time. He was going to make his courting of her unforgettable. If she wouldn’t marry him after the first offer, he would just wear her down until she said yes. It was that simple.
He let himself into Bobbie’s room without knocking, but stopped short when he noticed her bed was empty. The light
from the partially open bathroom door illuminated the room, so he checked to see if she was in there but it was empty as well. Worried, Clay made his way back to his bedroom and quickly dressed before heading downstairs to look for Bobbie.
The kitchen was empty, although he knew Mildred was up because something was simmering on the stove. Clay was just grabbing for his hat when he heard a horn honk. He made his way back through the house to the front door, but when he got there all he saw of Bobbie’s car were the taillights as they disappeared down the gravel driveway. He noticed movement by the barn and turned to see Chance mounting his horse.
“Chance.” Clay called out.
“What’s up?” Chance replied, nudging his horse in Clay’s direction.
“Where’s she off too?” he asked. He was irritated that he had to ask. Bobbie should have talked to him if she needed something.
“She’ll be back tonight sometime,” Chance said before he urged his mount to a trot, leaving Clay standing in the early morning light to wonder what the two of them were hiding.
The day seemed to pass more slowly than normal. Clay worked close to the house, keeping an eye out for Bobbie. The horse he was attempting to halter train didn’t take kindly to his inattentiveness. After the third go-round between him and the stubborn animal, Clay called it quits. When the sun began to set and Bobbie wasn’t home, Clay’s worry intensified. In the back of his mind a niggling thought took hold. What if she wasn’t coming back? Another hour went by and Clay couldn’t get the thought out of his mind. There was only one way to know for sure.
He made his way up the stairs, his heart heavy even as his anger mounted. By the time he got to Bobbie’s room all conscious thought was gone. Clay thrust the door to Bobbie’s room wide; then stepped inside, leaving it open behind him. He took a deep, calming breath before he made his way to the closet. He wasn’t sure what he expected but was relieved when he opened the door to find her clothes still there.
It was the same in the bathroom. The counter was cluttered with all the things a woman might find necessary. So where was she, then? He turned back to the bedroom and noticed a suitcase. It was perched atop the chest of drawers, which was partially hidden behind the opened door. With a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach, Clay walked over to it. It was half packed with clothes. A quick wave of panic spread over him before it quickly turned to rage. Angrily Clay opened the drawers and wanted to shout at their emptiness. He wasn’t sure what to do, but knew damned well he wouldn’t leave the subject alone. As soon as Bobbie made it home, she’d have some questions to answer.
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