Love Me ~ Without Regret

by Renee Kennedy

  “It makes me happy, too.”

  Her eyes are dark and hooded, her voice all smoky. She’s a little breathy as she nips my lip and grabs my ass.

  “That’s what I’ve wanted to hear from your lips for some time now. You’re staying with me tonight.” I unbutton her shirt, letting my hand linger in the opening.

  I have a weakness for her. Her breathlessness is sending me to my point of little control.

  “Okay. I’m ready for this now,” she says.

  Suddenly, Lizzie has become compliant. Her sarcastic nature has vanished. I lick her neck and suck gently on her earlobe while skimming my hand along her abdomen.

  Lizzie sucks in a sharp breath of air.

  “What’s wrong? Are you scared? I don’t bite. I only nibble. You’ll be very fond of my love tastes and licks,” I say while I do that very thing.

  “I’m not scared of you, Clay. Didn’t you know that I’m the Cock Whisperer? I can do things you’ve only dreamed about. Get ready for your world to be rocked. You think a chair is something? Wait until we tear up your whole damn house. Are you sure you can handle that?” Lizzie comes in for another kiss.

  Holy shit. I can’t wait to find out.

  “Bring it on, Feisty Britches, because I’m going to have you dripping like honey.”

  She pulls at my shirt.

  I unbutton her blue jeans. She lifts her hips, allowing me to pull them down with ease. She looks delectable in her lace panties, and I want nothing more than to devour her right now. I need to make sure this is good because tonight might be my only chance. Who knows how she will feel tomorrow.

  When I slide my hand down to make sure her pussy is wet, I encounter a piercing. I raise an eyebrow. She just gives me that cute little smirk of hers. I’ll have to investigate that further when I have more time and better lighting. Never taking my eyes off hers, I find her clit. She is so soft and moist, I want to ram into her right now. I venture a little further until I find her honeypot. I knew she would be dripping wet.

  She lets out a soft moan of pleasure.

  If she pleads like that with my finger, I can’t wait until I get my mouth down there. Shit, I think I’m going to blow my load, just thinking about it. I stroke her rhythmically, moving my fingers in… and out.

  Lizzie wraps her arms around my neck, still staring into my eyes. “Clay, make me come, now.”

  “You want me?”

  “Yes, but don’t make me beg.”

  “You’ll never have to beg. Just tell me what you want and I’ll happily give it to you anytime and anyplace.” I remove my fingers and put them in my mouth to taste her. “Mmm, you even taste like honey. How did I pick someone so sweet?”

  She doesn’t need to answer that because she’s freaking amazing.

  I fish a condom out of my pocket then pull down my pants and kick them off. “I promise to make next time better, baby.” I tear the wrapper with my teeth and roll the rubber down my penis.

  I slide in and stop, just so I can feel her surrounding me. That warm, moist, velvety pocket of hers is sending currents of electricity from the tip of my cock up my spine. I’m in here snug, just the way I like it. I rock into her, gaining momentum as I go. God, I hate condoms. The pleasure would be so much more intense if I didn’t have to wear this damn thing. But I don’t want to think about that right now, I only want to think about how good this is.

  We are going hard now, and Lizzie has her forehead against mine. I’m so hot, sweat is pouring off me. She’s letting out soft little ahs, ohs, and uhs.

  “Look at me, Lizzie. Let me see you come.”

  She looks back up at me with a lazy haze in her eyes.

  “Come with me, Clay.”

  I’m pumping harder and faster. Lizzie is tightening around me, making me feel so good, I can feel my own release about to unload. I give her one more grind of my hips and relieve myself. She comes with an ‘ahhhhh’ moan. That’s my new favorite song.

  That was fucking amazing. I lay still with her wrapped in my arms for a minute or two, coming down from my high then I roll us onto our sides and pull the cover over us. I can’t make up my mind. Do we want to lay here in front of the fire, or go to the house?

  I cup her face, “Do you think you can contain yourself until we get back to the house?” I lick the corner of my lip.

  “I think you’re the one with the problem. Since you’ve had a taste of my sweetness, you won’t ever be able to get enough.”

  Shit, she is right about that. I’ve been wanting this so badly for the last six months, I won’t be able to keep my hands off her even if the drive is only five-minutes. How will I make the drive home without running into one of the many trees out here? Lying bare-assed on the chair isn’t very comfortable, though. I should have thought of some kind of cushion.

  “Let’s go back to the house.” I button up her shirt, which I left on earlier to keep her warm. I pick her pants up from the ground and give them a good shake. I don’t want any extra critters in there with her. Talk about ruining the mood.

  I walk her to the truck and crank it so it will be getting warm. I lean over to give her a kiss and she pulls me into the cab. She lies down along the bench seat, I’m on top of her, and she is kissing me with hunger. Her hands are tugging at the ends of my hair. She is driving me insane with need again, already.

  “Let me put out the fire, and I’ll be right back.” I hate having to leave her for even a minute, but I can’t leave that fire roaring like that. She releases her hold on me and tugs at my bottom lip with her teeth.

  “You better hurry.”

  She smiles sexily, I only thought she was beautiful before. Now, she is astonishing.

  Never taking my eyes off hers, I reluctantly ease backward out of the cab. She has me mesmerized, but the sooner I put out the fire, the sooner I can sink into her sweet depths again.

  I reach into the bed of the truck and get the two five gallon containers of water. I carry them to the fire and empty one to extinguish the flames. The wood sizzles for a second or two and then starts to smoke heavily. I pour the next bucket all around the logs to snuff any lingering embers. When I’m satisfied the fire has been properly put out, I gather up the few items we have around and bring them to the truck.

  I’m thankful for two things right now. One, being that we are close to the house and the other one is my bench seat. Lizzie is snuggled up close to me and I have my arm wrapped around her.

  I pull up beside the house and get out of the truck. Of course, Lizzie is out of the truck before I can even think about helping her out.

  I unlock the door and hold it open for her to go inside. I can’t help that I was raised to do stuff like this, let ladies go first. Hell, I hold the door for Oakley.

  She turns and unbuttons her shirt. I like her take-charge attitude. I follow her lead, yanking my own shirt over my head. She is standing in her bra, blue jeans, and boots. Man, I love a girl in boots.

  I reach around and unclasp her bra and watch as her breasts spring free. I knew she had a large chest, but fuck me sideways, she must have been restraining these babies.

  I cup them in my hands, feeling their weight. They’re like ripe cantaloupes. I open and close my hand, gently massaging them. I’m watching her intently for her reaction. I take one of my fingers and lick the end then run it around the nipple. I’m careful not to touch her nipple, not yet. I walk her backward the few steps to the kitchen then remove her pants and boots. I pick her up by the waist and set her up on the counter by our fridge.

  I bend my head down and take one of her perfect dusty pink nipples in my mouth. Using only my lips, I suck gently at first, increasing pressure as I hear her satisfaction heighten. I stop for a second, open the freezer door, and return to her with a piece of ice. I lightly skim it across the nipple I’ve been pleasuring. I know this has been in so many pornos, but I want to see her reactions to different things. Plus, playing with ice is a turn on for me.

  Lizzie’s breath hitches.
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  I remove the cube and replace it with my mouth.

  She is so responsive to mere touches. When she finally gets in my bed and turns loose, what will she be like?

  “I like your breasts, Lizzie. They are exceptional.” I gently rub them.

  “I see that, but you know there is more of me to love.”

  She wants me to move on, and I was getting to that.

  “I like your tat, too. It’s very sexy.” Lizzie says, running her nails across my lower right abdomen where my tattoo of a treble clef that has the words ‘Live Without Regrets’ going down the center where the solid line would be.

  I take off my pants and briefs then I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. We only make it to the next flat surface because I only have so much restraint. I’m in her again, pounding hard. She feels so good, even better than by the fire. Then I stop cold, remembering.

  “What’s… Why did you stop?” Lizzie’s face is all flushed, making her sexy.

  “I lost my mind for a few minutes,” I blow out a long breath and I set her down on the floor.

  “Like fuck you did.” Her mouth is agape and her eyes are narrowed.

  I laugh then bend down to my discarded jeans and dig a condom out of my pocket. “I thought we might need one of these.” I hold up the condom.

  “I’m on the pill, Clay and I get checked regularly for every known disease, but I never go bareback unless I really know someone.”

  “Ladies can miss taking pills or maybe they aren’t a hundred percent effective. I always wrap this bad boy up for protection.” This is such a mood killer.

  “Okay, just put it on and let’s get in bed. You’ve got some work to do with your bad boy.”

  Maybe I didn’t completely ruin the evening. I let out a growl and Lizzie makes a run for my bedroom. I chase after her. I’ve never had this kind of playfulness with a girl. She just turned what could have been a shitty end into the beginning of a fun romp.

  I make it to my room about five seconds after her, and she turns to face me. The backs of her legs are against the bed. She reaches up on her tiptoes sweetly to give me a kiss. I take one of my hands and push her backward. She lands with a bounce. Her legs are hanging off the side of the bed. I look at her gorgeous body and notice the piercing I felt earlier. I kneel to inspect it since I’ll be down there anyway. My baby is a freak. I love it.

  “Lizzie, this is the most beautifully erotic thing I’ve ever seen. It’s fucking hot, it makes me grrrr.” The piercing has two balls, one that was slightly hidden to me at first, tucked away, resting against her succulent engorged clit. The other ball is the one I noticed first. It sits about two inches north and makes me instantly hard again.

  I lick her up, and then eat her like I’m a fucking pig. I get her all wet and then pull back and blow cool air on her clit. She raises her hips off the bed, groaning. I move her legs wider apart. I lick her up from the edge of her ass to her mound. I flatten my tongue and give her another slow assault.

  Lizzie is pushing my head closer to her pussy and raising her hips at the same time.

  “Mmm.” I’m going to be craving her forever. I’ll probably never have my desire quenched.

  Every time my tongue passes over her clit, she convulses. She is highly sensitive. I focus entirely on her clit now, rubbing it with my tongue and applying pressure. I circle around and suck gently on it. I slowly move down to her opening, thrusting my tongue inside while I massage her clit. I repeat my activities several times until I have her singing my name. I continue to fuck her hard with my tongue. Feeling her squeeze it with her inner muscles almost sends me to my own utopia.

  Her legs quiver with her release and I know I’ve been her good boy, just like she wanted.

  I crawl on the bed and straddle her. I rip open another condom, and she takes it and rolls it down my painfully hard erection.

  “Lay down, Clay.”

  I do as I’m told. I love her taking charge.

  She gets on top of me and sinks right down on my cock.

  I’m in her deep, and it feels juicy and warm.

  She moves in a rhythmic motion, bobbing up and down.

  This is incredible. I fucking love how good it feels to penetrate her at this angle.

  I reach to tickle her nub as she leans back, allowing me greater access. After it is soaking wet, I put my thumb in her mouth. “Suck it, Lizzie.”

  Never breaking her stride, she leans forward. First, she licks around the tip then takes my entire thumb into her mouth, leisurely sucking on it while she rides me.

  I pull my thumb out of her mouth. “Look at us, Lizzie, see how well we fit together. Feel how my cock fills you, like we are made for each other.”

  She watches until I move my thumb back to her tight little slit.

  Lizzie increases her pace and throws her head back. Her core tightens around me as she explodes and I think she is going to make me come, too. Thankfully, she slows just in time,

  “Get on your hands and knees for me, baby,” I say.

  She is quick to comply with my wishes.

  “Oh, Lizzie, your ass, I want it, too. Fuck, what have you done to me?” I run one finger in between her folds. She is soaked. I enter her pussy from behind, God how I love this position. I grab a hold of her ass and groan while I pump into her hard and she takes every single inch of me.

  Lizzie is already panting again, I knew she would be great, but I couldn’t have imagined this. I pop that ass just slightly to see how she will react, and she goes buck wild. She pushes back into me and is getting more vocal. But what sends me to my own oblivion is the sloshing sound that I make each time I pump into her. Her juices run down her leg, and I want to lick them all up. Those are mine. She gave those up for me.

  I drill into her a few more times then I explode, feeling my dick throb deep inside of her. We both collapse on the bed. I pull her to me and kiss the back of her head. I feel like I should say thank you. That’s how amazing this woman makes me feel.

  five

  Lizzie

  I don’t even recognize myself lately. I’ve been all bouncy and giggly. Clay and I have been together for two months now. I don’t know how he got through my protective force field, but I’m glad he did. I finally feel what it’s like to be loved. I know he can’t really love me yet, we haven’t been together long enough. But I do think I’ve fallen hard and fast for him, not that I’m going to admit that to anyone at this stage in the game.

  We have spent every possible minute together, sneaking away here and there to have a moment alone. We both have busy schedules, but we have worked every charity event side by side to spend more time with each other. Now when I want to study, I bring my books to the ranch. Just being close to him makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.

  Crap, I sound like Bailey. I swore on my life, I would never be this way over a guy. I guess I’ll be eating those words.

  Bailey couldn’t be happier for me, not that we see each other often any more. She is happy that I finally let someone in. I hope I haven’t made a mistake, but at this time, being with Clay feels real and right.

  Even Denise said she was happy for us. She has been flirting around with Kane, now. I can’t see them together but more power to her if that is what she wants. He is one fine ass, but he’s not Clay.

  Clay and the band got a call from their old manager in Nashville. He’s booked them for the Bluebird Café. This is the pinnacle for up and coming bands. That’s where we are all headed, Nashvegas. Where country music was born and died, according to Bailey—who self -proclaims to know everything about country music.

  I’ve never seen a group of guys as excited as these goober smoochers. You would think they were actually getting signed for a recording contract. I personally can’t see my man leaving the ranch. His heart and soul are with the kids and his horses. The other guys can take it or leave it. They really have nothing tying them to Alabama other than the band.

  Bailey has been as excited as the guys.
That doesn’t surprise me though. She gets excited over rainbows and puppies, too. She has been shopping for the perfect outfits and accessories. She drags me along with her. I don’t mind really. Who doesn’t want to look hot for their man?

  “Check!” I tell Bailey. She has gone over her packing list three times. I see why Cash had last minute errands to run. He didn’t want to help her pack.

  “Are you sure, Lizzie?” Bailey runs her finger down the list.

  “You know, you’re not going to be wearing half of this shit. Cash isn’t going to let you out of bed.” I laugh. I’ve been in an exceptional mood. Here lately everything is right in the world.

  “You’re one to be talking, horndog.” Bailey winks. “I was with you at Victoria’s Secret. Three new nighties, thongs, and a push-up bra, like you need it.”

  “You’re just jealous that you had to buy your tits and mine are natural.” We exchange blows for a few minutes.

  “You know, I’m proud of you, Lizzie. You’ve overcome your fear of relationships and you have something special with Clay.” Bailey gets all teary eyed.

  “It’s only been a couple of months so don’t rush the something special. Is he the best thing that has ever happened to me?” I’m bubbling over inside. “Yes, I guess he is, he does make my toes curl.” I smile at her wide and we both eek!

  “Okay, Cash and I are all packed and ready to leave bright and early in the morning. Do you have Clay all packed?” Bailey is going to make a wonderful wife. She is a natural nurturer.

  “He can take care of himself, I’m not doing all that crap. Besides, I don’t even have myself packed. Oakley decided not to go with us. She has some big project due in history and she is staying with Raelynn again.” I quirk an eyebrow.

  Bailey tilts her head to the side, “Clay’s alright with that?”

  I nod slowly, pursing my lips, “Yep, but I suggested that he call Raelynn’s mom and thank her for her hospitality this weekend.” We really think Oak is hooking up with Raelynn’s older brother Colt.