Chapter Six

Blaze

The drive from Dallas back to Springvale had never been longer. And I didn’t know why. Neither one of us had said a word about afterwards. If I was being a gentleman, I’d drop her off at her door with a chaste goodnight kiss.

But the air between us reeked of sexual tension.

When she scooted across the truck seat, and pressed up next to me, putting her hand in my lap, I nearly lost control of the wheel.

I cut a sharp look in her direction. “Think real hard about what you’re doing there, sweetheart.”

The minx pressed her finger to her lip, and tapped, pretending to ponder. “I have been. All day,” she answered.

My cock hardened, straining against the thin material of my slacks and I shifted in my seat, knowing my arousal was now fully evident. “Woman,” I growled. “Don’t do this to me.” Even as I spoke her hand returned to my lap, and her fingers wandered up to the waistband of my pants, hovering above the zipper.

“We’re almost back to the ranch.” We had a good ten minutes to go.

“My house is closer,” she purred, just as she undid the button on my slacks. I jerked the wheel hard, turning towards town, and stepped on the gas.

I had to fight her off to keep from crashing as we hauled ass through town. It took everything in me to mind my manners and come around to her side to let her out. If it had been my place, I might not have, but she had the key.

When she jumped down, I scooped her into my arms and over my shoulder, slapping her ass as we walked towards the front door. “That is not safe behavior. You might have gotten us killed if I didn’t have such good control,” I lectured as she fumbled, upside down over my shoulder in her purse for her keys.  When I heard the clink of metal, I put her down, and waited for her to unlock the door.

As she stepped inside, she turned to me, with a saucy grin. “Oh, yeah? What are you going to do about it?” she asked, just before she took off running.

It was a small duplex-there wasn’t very far she could go. But I had never been inside before- so she had the home advantage as I chased her, keeping one eye on my feet for the lay of the land. She ran around the kitchen table, back into the living room, around the coffee table, over the couch and into the hallway.

I stood back and watched with amusement. Then I walked from the dining room into the connecting hallway and followed her to the bedroom door, reaching it at the same time she did.

I flattened myself against it, crossing my arms over my chest as I smirked at her. “That was very naughty.”

Her nose crinkled as she looked up at me with wide eyes. “You use that word a lot. It does weird things to my tummy.”

I couldn’t contain my smile. This was very good news. Most girls back home hadn’t shared my proclivity for certain bedroom activities. And I wasn’t sure Lucy would, either. But I was testing the water.  So far it was very warm and inviting.

“As well it should, little girl,” I told her, hooking her chin with the crook of her finger, and tilting it up so that she was forced to look into my eyes. Her lip quivered, but she didn’t break contact. “What do you suppose happens to naughty young ladies who can’t keep their hands to themselves and start trouble at inappropriate times?”

She blushed, deeper than I had ever seen her blush before and bit her lip. God. She was killing me. “I think I might have an idea,” she admitted. “And I think I might like to find out for myself if I’m right.”

It was all the invitation I needed. I stepped away from the door, and threw it open, pulling her inside with me.

I had her around the waist, and she had me by the fly. “There you go being naughty again. Did I say you could touch?”

I backed her into the corner, until she was flat against the wall, and pinned her arms over her head, claiming her lips in a kiss that was hard and thorough. She tasted like sweet wine and strawberries. It must have been her lip gloss.

“I’m going to show you what happens to naughty girls,” I murmured against her lips, right before I broke contact. Grabbing her around the waist, I quickly flipped her body, turning it so that her breasts were pressed hard against the wall, and watched her shudder in anticipation.

With one hand pressed against her lower back to hold her in place, I grabbed a handful of luscious ass through the fabric of her dress. God, I had wanted to do that for a long time.

I pulled my hand back, even with my own backside, and let it fly through the air, landing on her left cheek with a resounding smack. Then I waited for the cries of outrage. None came. I smiled to myself. This was good. This was very, very good.

I repeated the same action on the other side, watching as the fabric of the dress flattened and quickly bounced back, much as I knew the skin underneath it was doing.

“This dress needs to go,” I growled as I leaned in, whispering in her ear.

“Then get rid of it,” she answered back. Damn.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I hurried to free her of the menacing fabric, grabbing it by the bottom and pulling it over her head in one quick tug. It was a good dress. Stretchy fabric, wide opening due to the off the shoulder style. No pesky zippers or buttons to bother with. Easy access, just the way I liked it.

Her bra and panties matched. Thin black lace left nothing much to the imagination, yet just enough. She squirmed in place, and I knew she was wondering if I would take them too. But I left them on. I was the type of man who liked to unwrap my packages slowly. With care. Savoring each moment of the unveiling.

She bounced on her tiptoes, and her ass jiggled, begging for my attention.

I was more than happy to oblige, landing smack after smack in quick succession, waiting to see how many it would take before she cried out. It took eight.  I was impressed.

Her cry wasn’t one of outrage or begging me to stop, either. It was one of intense arousal. I landed two more smacks for good measure, and flipped her around, pulling her against me, claiming her in a kiss as we slowly made our way over to the queen sized bed.

She was in front of me, her backside to the bed, and I pushed her down on top of it, lifting her to the pillows and kneeling over her, as I worked the zipper on my pants. Watching her watch me with lust-filled eyes had me aching to be inside her. Not yet.

She was an impatient one, pulling into a sitting position, and helping to divest me of my slacks and boxer briefs. She pushed the fabric down with both hands, and my cock sprang free of its restraints to greet her.

She was a quick little thing, and stubborn. Before I knew it, I was the one on my back, my legs folded awkwardly beneath me as she sat on my stomach, looking quite pleased with herself.

“Well, this is an interesting turn of events,” I teased. “Just one question though, now that you have me where you want me, what are you planning to do?”

“Whatever I want.”

*****

Lucy

I might have had too much wine at dinner. Blaze had ordered a whole bottle, and then only had two small glasses because he had to drive. I had pretty much finished the bottle.

I had known what I wanted to do, and known that I would need liquid courage if I was actually going to do it.

It was worth it. I wasn’t very experienced, and I had certainly never approached sex with so few inhibitions. I could not get enough of this man. I wanted to do everything with him, and I wanted to do it tonight.

And the spanking! Where had that come from? I had never done it, or even thought about it before, but it had been hot. Actually, it had been beyond hot, leaving my pussy primed for what came after.

And here we were. In my room. On my bed, with him pinned beneath me, fully naked.

With the ball in my court. What had I been thinking?

Easy. I hadn’t been, and the best action I could take would be to continue on that course.

So I kissed him, deeply, exploring every inch of his mouth with my tongue as my pussy shimmed against his rock hard abs.

When I was done, I pulled away, leaving him with a forlorn expression. It would only last a moment. I shimmed lower, scooting my body down his stomach, over his hips, and squeezing in between his legs, as I grasped his throbbing cock with both hands. I could do this. I never had before, but how hard could it be?

I drew a deep and fortifying breath, and lowed my head, taking him fully into my mouth, as I still gripped with both hands. His deep groan of appreciation was fully worth any awkwardness I felt. Curling my tongue around the head of his penis, I worked my magic with my hands around the base of his shaft as I sucked and licked, applying pressure with my lips as he moaned and wriggled beneath my ministrations.

I could feel the pressure building, and I knew instinctively that if I didn’t stop he would come. Not yet.

Shaking my head, I pulled my mouth away and blew softly on the tip while I took deep gulps of air. What next?

I didn’t have to decide. As soon as he had recovered, he scrambled to the foot of the bed, and pinned me down once more. I held my breath as I waited to see what he would do. I couldn’t imagine. This night had already greatly increased my personal level of sexual experience by tenfold.

My back was flat against the mattress, and my legs hung halfway off the bed. I watched, as he settled me exactly how he apparently wanted me, and then stood on the floor between my legs. Then he lowered himself to his knees.

My pussy tingled, and my stomach sank as he knelt on the floor.

“What are you doing?” I whispered, one wrong answer away from complete devastation.

He looked up with amusement, and cocked his head, crinkling his eyebrow as he frowned at me with a confused expression.

And then he smiled. “I’m returning the favor.”

*****

Lucy

I woke up with a man in my house, not just that, but in my bed, and I squealed with happiness. Suddenly moving on in Sunnyvale didn’t feel so damn scary. When I was tucked into Blaze’s arms, nothing felt scary. Everything just felt right.

That was the weird thing. I had never let my defenses down this much, with anyone. Not even back home.

Blaze had this way about him. I felt like we had so much in common. Even though we really didn’t have anything. Not if I was real about my backstory. But still, he managed to put me at ease, even while he made every nerve in my body stand on edge with want for him.

He was snoring softly behind me, and I pressed against him, relishing the feel of his morning wood against my backside. He would wake up soon. I couldn’t wait.

“Mmmm,” he mumbled beside me, rolling onto his back as he stretched. “Good morning.”

I couldn’t wait another second to wish him a proper good morning. Diving under the covers, my mouth found him, and I took him, just as I had last night, teasing in gentle circles with my tongue.

When he was good and primed, I climbed on top, gripping his cock as I eased it inside of me.

Our lovemaking was hard and frantic, nothing like the slow dance of anticipation and exploration from the night before. My hips gyrated against his pelvis, taking him deeply, as I rode him back and forth. Another first for me. His large hands gripped my hips, guiding my motions as we rocked together- crying out as we came as one.

I collapsed against him, panting, sticky and satiated. “Thank you,” I whispered rolling off of him and onto my side. I was ready for a nap.

He poked me, as he stood, and dressed. “I don’t want to leave, but if I don’t Rusty is likely to start blowing up my phone. The old man worries.”

I could relate. No doubt Mike would be calling nonstop today until or unless I answered. I might not. Depending on how the day went.

“It’s Saturday. I have a few chores to do, but the whole house to myself by noon. You want to come over?”

I gazed up at him, one eyebrow raised in mock consideration. “To do what?”

“Oh, I can think of a few things.”

So could I. My body ached in all the right places, and I was basically running on fumes, but nothing sounded sweeter than a day at the ranch with Blaze, no matter what we ended up doing. I’d happily spend my day off mucking stalls just to be with him.

“Fine,” I groaned. “Let me put clothes on.”

“Clothes are optional.”