by Rae, Harloe
Cool air whispers across my bare lower half. I wave at the steel hardness proudly jutting upright to salute her. “Satisfied?”
Her eyes lock on my dick. “Not yet, but I certainly will be.”
“Damn, you’re good for the ego.”
Audria bites her lip. “You deserve all the stroking, big guy.”
I palm my cock, giving a few cursory pumps. “If you insist.”
Her gaze doesn’t move from my fisted shaft. The flare of her undivided attention gets me harder. I feel a fever coming on that has nothing to do with this pleasant weather. How I’m going to last longer than three thrusts has yet to be determined.
She strips off her jeans with a swift yank that makes my dick jealous. Her panties hardly constitute a barrier, but she removes them all the same. After dropping to her knees, she slinks toward me with the grace of a panther stalking her prey.
“Welcome back.” I kiss her forehead while reaching for a blanket to fling over us.
Audria sets a palm flat on my chest. “I’m happy to be here.”
“Just happy? We can do better than that.” Skipping more idle chatter and getting straight to business seems mandatory. My balls are blue enough.
I trail a hand up her inner thigh. The briefest connection with her silken skin makes my mouth water. She’s too damn soft for my rough hands, but Audria doesn’t complain. Instead, she bucks her pelvis into me. I take that as a silent command, climbing higher up her leg. Her inhale hitches as I sweep across her slippery warmth. I trace her wet seam front to back before focusing on her clit. That hard nub grants me an earful of breathy moans as she begs for more. I double my efforts while sinking a finger into her molten core.
When her hand clasps around my arousal, I falter and nearly seize up from the sudden onslaught. I attempt to continue delivering pleasure in return but fail as my limbs grow heavy. Audria doesn’t joke around with her snug grip as she twists from root to tip. She speeds up, and pressure begins to build at the base of my spine.
I give a tortured groan. “Oh, babe. What’re you doing to me?”
“You can’t have all the fun,” she murmurs and licks a path along my jaw.
The smoldering in my gut spreads until I’m certain there will be no shot at redemption. My attempt to try spills between my clenching teeth. “I won’t last like this.”
“That’s okay,” she urges. “I want to make you lose control.”
She strokes my length with a sure grip. Up and down, she rolls her wrist to ratchet my desperation higher. The fiery vixen is out to get me. That gives me the strength to reel in my willpower and rectify the situation.
I still her hand. “You need to quit.”
Audria pouts, rubbing herself against me. “Why?”
“I wanna be inside you, babe. Coming in your palm can wait until later.” Which reminds me not to waste a single drop. I pop my fingers into my mouth, sucking deep. Her tangy flavor bursts across my tongue, eliciting a loud moan. Her unique flavor is a hint of forbidden and longing—just out of reach.
Her gaze glosses over with a familiar haze. “Planning ahead? I like that.”
I shouldn’t need to rely on coincidence, but her words knock some much-needed sense into me. The glow from the lantern extends to the tailgate. I skate a palm across the metal floor until my fingers hit denim. With need pressing down on me, I dig in my pocket and whip out the square packet. I rip open the foil and roll on the condom in the next beat.
Audria is fixated on my actions when I glance up. As if in a trance, she reclines back and crooks her pointer to beckon me in. She exposes herself in a bold move, parting with a fluid motion meant to tempt. Little does she know my ability to stem the flow is on its last thread, and I’m barely holding on.
Slowly crawling, I cover her body with mine. Her bare skin against mine is the sweetest sin. I bury my nose in her hair and pull in a long breath. Sweet flowers and intoxicating pleasure saturate my senses. Propping up on an elbow, I stare down at her, trying to create a moral compass from fumes of lust.
“Is this okay with you?”
I can still resist, painful as that might be. Crossing this line could cause a shift we can’t undo. Regardless of what she claims, sex adds a complex layer that can’t be swept under the surface with a simple fib.
“Very much so.” Her nails resemble claws as she digs into me with fervor.
I steal a quick kiss, the small contact propelling me forward. “I’m not like the guys you’re used to.”
“No, you most certainly aren’t.”
“Is that a bad thing?” Am I prepared to convince her if she wavers?
A low purr leaves her throat. “Quite the opposite, farmer. Show me how country boys get dirty.”
“What the lady wants, she gets.”
I swipe my tip over her folds, and a shudder racks through me at the desire coating us. Her slickness allows me to believe she’s just as needy, the promise of relief already well underway. The head start gives me a chance at tying this race, at least. Without further delay, I slide into her depths with a single thrust. Audria tenses beneath me with a gasp. I begin pulling out, but her ankles cross over my ass.
“Don’t you dare. I just need a moment to adjust.”
I remain still, halfway buried in the sweetest slice of heaven. She wiggles her hips, and I bite back a curse. To distract myself from busting a nut, I allow my hand to delve under the hem of her shirt. She doesn’t protest, spurring me on by arching her spine. I run my palm up the smooth expanse of her stomach. Her torso rises and falls with heavy breaths. Through the lace of her bra, I thumb a peaked nipple. I tweak the hardened tip, and she mewls.
“Yes,” Audria wheezes. “More, please. I’m ready.”
I start with a few shallow glides to test the water. Her silky warmth accepts me with a rigid fit, slowly stretching to accommodate my size. We rock in tandem to a steady tempo as our bodies become intimately acquainted. I’m buried to the hilt, and my vision gets a bit fuzzy. Keeping myself bottled up for too long is cause for retaliation. We could’ve been doing this months ago, but I don’t waste precious energy scolding those choices.
Audria rakes through my hair, using that grip to smash our lips together. I growl into her mouth when she clamps around me. Her teeth nibble my bottom lip as I swivel my hips and stab deeper. I curl a palm around her nape to press us impossibly closer. My pulse thunders louder than booming fireworks. From the quickening thrum of her veins against my fingertips, she’s just as frenzied. Our shared enthusiasm bellows from each frantic beat. That knowledge gives me a boost of momentum as I drive into her with punishing speed.
I break from her kiss with a snarl. “You feel too fucking good.”
“Show me,” she begs. “I want to see you crumble.”
“You first,” I vow.
“Always a gentleman.” Passion bleeds from her voice.
“Does that turn you on, babe? When I treat you sweet?” I ease my pace until each glide out follows a lazy plunge in.
“Uh-huh, so much. But don’t slow down.” Audria grinds her pelvis into mine, seeking more pressure.
“Oh, you want it hard?” I grant her request, increasing my force, our skin slapping with each harsh thrust.
“Yes. Oh, yes. Nice and hard.”
The contradiction makes me smirk. I grab her wrists, pinning them to the floor above her head. My hips piston fast enough to blur. Her ass slides against the blanket, but she’s trapped underneath me otherwise. “Like this, babe?”
She shudders, her eyes rolling back. “Lord, yes. Right there.”
My cock bottoms out with every drive into her slippery warmth. “You gonna come?”
She jerks at my hold, testing the strength. Her arms don’t budge. “Soon. Give me more.”
I do just that, my knees cracking against the unforgiving truck bed. A twinge attacks my legs, but I don’t allow the strain to slow me down. If anything, I use the slight discomfort to keep me grounded. I refuse to leave Audria
hanging.
Only our labored breathing echoes around us. The stars and moon keep us company as our only witnesses, with no other soul for miles. That lack of interruption lets me chase the rush that’s only gaining momentum. It’ll come as no surprise if I lose consciousness from the intensity of this climax.
I lose myself in the rhythmic motions as our gazes clash and sear. Her glassy eyes reflect the wanton lust incinerating me. I’m powerless to look away, not that I want to. This woman’s cravings are mine to satisfy. It’s my sole purpose to provide for her and feed this blistering hunger ripping at us.
That’s why—once again—I switch to a lower gear. My languid movements leave us wired and urgent but keep the explosion of relief beyond our grasp. I push and pull, getting us close only to shove back at the last possible second.
As my tempo wanes further, Audria arches into me. “What’re you doing?”
“I want this to last.” I punctuate my words with short jabs.
“And it will. I have nowhere else to be,” she clarifies. “We can go again once you’ve recovered.”
“Already expecting more? We haven’t finished a single round yet.”
“As if you aren’t.” She squeezes her thighs, anchoring me with purpose.
“Well, I hope you aren’t attached to sleep.”
“Eh, I can make an exception tonight. Now, finish the job.” Her inner muscles clench my dick so damn tight, as if she’s trying to trap me.
“I never want this to end,” I assure.
“Prove it.”
Audria’s taunt might as well be gasoline on an already-raging fire. After rising into a crouch, I haul her lower half onto my lap without breaking rhythm. This position offers a new angle that allows me to strike the hidden spot that makes Audria tremble. Her thighs drape over my bent elbows, which I use for leverage. She squirms to get me deeper, needy and desperate. I’m all too willing to deliver.
We round the final curve with the finish line in sight. Flames lick at my heels, racing up my calves as I chase the pinnacle of release. Sweat trickles down my temple as I hammer every ounce of brute power into her.
“Harder!” Audria cries. “I’m almost there.”
Pleasure pierces me as I begin ramming into her without remorse. I thumb her clit, detonating the bomb ticking louder with each moment. This woman is velvet mixed with erotic fantasies, and she’s about to shatter from my touch. Audria tips over the edge with a scream that I follow in the next breath. Blond hair thrashes in every direction while the rest of her body quivers with ecstasy. My vision flashes with an entirely different set of stars. The heat of pure satisfaction fills me, spreading through my limbs and farther still.
Her skin flushes a beautiful shade of red as she basks in the afterglow. I bend over her, tracing my tongue along the blooming crimson staining her throat. She shivers in the cocoon of my arms.
“Cheese and rice,” she whines. “I think you broke me.”
I lift her shirt, peppering her stomach with kisses. “That’s not possible. I’m not done with you yet.”
“Come home with me.” It’s more of a demand than a request. Not that I would refuse in either case.
A dimple pops with my smirk. “I was going to come whether you offered or not.”
“Glad we’re on the same page, farmer.”
“And I plan to keep it that way.”
Streaks of sunlight cast across the bed as I blink into awareness. Luxurious fibers whisper across my naked skin when I roll over with a groan. The fringes of sleep cling heavily to me as I take inventory of my surroundings. The fluffy comforter smells too clean. The mattress doesn’t squeak enough to be mine. With each passing beat, the fog of slumber lifts, and clarity rushes in. None of this is normal. Well, that’s not entirely true. The nine inches tenting the fabric certainly are.
That’s when the events of last night and the wee hours of the morning filter into my muddled brain. A smile hikes my lips in the next instant. Forget the crisp yellow walls and framed paintings I don’t recognize. All that matters is the abundance of relief still coursing through my veins. And the softly snoring woman beside me.
Audria lies snugly against me, covering more of my body than not. A man can’t complain about waking up to this view. The sheet pools at the dip of her spine, offering me a tantalizing glimpse of supple flesh and curves. Our limbs are intertwined with lingering passion. The tender embrace gives me pause. This scene does not deliver all pleasure and laughter.
Our arrangement doesn’t call for sleepovers and cuddling. Try as I might to refrain, signals are mixing left and right. The confusion pounding at my temples isn’t new. I can argue with myself until no logic remains. As if hearing my conflicting thoughts, Audria mumbles a string of unintelligible nonsense. I hold my breath, waiting for her eyes to open. She releases another muffled snore instead. Without realizing it, I tilt my mouth in a crooked grin. How can I expect my feelings not to grow? We’re bound to form an attachment. Should I bother trying to divert the progress? Maybe the smart move would be to get dressed and peel out of her driveway before the sun fully rises, but being on the safe side has never appealed to me.
Both of us are responsible for making outlandish claims in the throes of euphoria. Talk about misleading. Those impulsive confessions have since lost meaning. The light of day exposes our farce for what it truly is. A hollow pang resides in the cavern that was overflowing mere hours ago. Do I ignore those slips and continue with business as usual? It’s best not to add turbulence before assessing the conditions. Sounding the alarm yet again—and so soon—in my mind is bad enough. This entire ordeal is a minefield, and we’re on shaky ground.
Audria still snoozes without any sign of distress. She must have some sense of my presence, considering she’s currently using me as a mattress. I swipe a stray lock of blond from her cheek. Her face shows no hint of a furrow or frown. She looks so peaceful in the clutches of sleep. Should I leave before she rouses and finds me overstaying my welcome?
I try to reach a conclusion when Audria shifts against me. She’s sprawled across the sea of blue cotton, completely oblivious to my internal panic. Her hand flops dangerously close to my dick, which is more than eager to accept a stroke and screw. I attempt to scoot from the hot seat, and she groans in protest.
“Too early,” Audria mutters. Her coarse rasp makes me chuckle. She bounces against my chest, which only heightens my amusement. “Not funny, farmer.”
“Not a morning person? I warned you about the lack of sleep.” I dip my chin, brushing my lips over her forehead.
She nuzzles against my shoulder. “You certainly delivered on that promise.”
“Do you nap?” The random shit that drops from my mouth never ceases to amaze me.
“I will today. Are you planning to zap all of my energy until then?” She peeks up at me from under lowered lashes. The suggestion in her voice wraps a velvety fist around my cock.
“That depends.” I slip my hand beneath the sheet and palm her ass, adding a squeeze for good measure. “Are you gonna leave more scratches down my back?”
Audria laughs. Her hair is a nest, and creases mark her cheek, but she’s still the finest sight I’ve ever seen. “It’s not my fault you have a magical penis meant to bless me with endless orgasms.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Absolutely not. Just making a statement. You’re an insatiable beast that I very much appreciate.”
“It just takes the right partner.” Fuck, that comment just spills without warning.
She doesn’t miss a beat. “To turn you into an animal? I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“As you should.”
Our banter flows without restraint. I’ve never been much for conversation, but it’s easy with Audria. Talking, just for the hell of it, has a new purpose because of her. She brings me amusement with every witty retort. That knowledge spreads warmth through me, which has nothing to do with her acting as my personal blanket.
&nb
sp; I take stock of our position yet again. Why does it seem like I’m the only one overthinking shit? The events of yesterday don’t appear to faze her in the least. She’s relaxed and well mused, wearing a smile that’s wider than a prom queen being crowned. Although, that could be because she’s been properly fucked.
Audria stretches across the mattress until her spine arches to contortionist proportions. A wince pinches her features. “Damn.”
I still on instinct. “What’s wrong?”
Her features twist tighter when she rotates her hips. “I think you bruised my tailbone.”
“Shit, are you okay?” I should’ve known that the constant creaking signified her being crushed against the metal floor.
She waves off my concern. “Never better, farmer. Best idea yet.”
“Oh, really?” The disbelief in my tone boomerangs between us.
Audria drifts her nails across my abs, heightening my issue under the sheet. “Your stamina is top-notch, big guy—totally worth not being able to walk straight.”
“There you go again, stroking my ego.” If that’s not encouraging, I don’t know what is.
“Seems that’s not the only thing demanding attention.” She wiggles her brows while nodding at my morning wood.
“Are you offering to give me a hand?” I lift my groin in clear invitation. We might as well get busy while I’m here.
“Maybe after I gather my bearings.” Her eyes dart to the clock, blowing wide at the sight. She smothers a pillow over her head with a groan. “Good grief, farmer. Why are you awake? It’s not even eight o’clock.”
I shrug. “Force of habit. You not wearing a stitch of clothing got me up and at ’em in a hurry. Watching you drool all over me sealed the deal. One peek at you gives me a better jolt than five cups of espresso.”
Audria scrubs at her face, which has zero traces of saliva. “I don’t drool.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” I jest.
“Yeah, yeah, joke is on me. I need food and caffeine, not necessarily in that order. Let’s go, farmer.” She gives my leg a smack.
