CHAPTER FIVE
Reese
As Kelly slipped into the seat beside me I felt my poor body start to throb. She was so close and so sexy and I couldn’t quite believe how long it’d been since I felt this way. I leaned over and pushed her back against the headrest, my tongue plundering those pink lips.
She moaned and I felt myself almost lose control. She was so soft, with those round breasts pressing into me, the natural spice scent of her wafting to my nose.
“Okay,” I shivered as I drew back, focusing on the wheel. “Let’s go.”
We drove to my home in silence. I think we were both feeling a bit overwhelmed. My whole body was shaking as I stopped outside my house and got out, slamming the door shut. She followed me in and, feeling a bit like a truant schoolkid I led her into my home.
In the living room, we leaned against the door, kissing. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and felt my control slip away as I lifted her shirt, wanting to take those hard breasts into my hands. I pushed my body against her and she moaned as I drew it off over her head. My hands reached for the hard breasts, and I shuddered as I felt the silky bra.
“In my room,” I growled. I took her shoulder and dragged her into my bedroom. There, I threw her back onto the bed.
I was almost bestial in my need. I tore off my own shirt and then I was on her. Her bra came away under my clutching hands and I pushed my face in between her breasts, drawing the scent of her into my nostrils. She was making a noise in her throat, a low rumble and it turned me on as I sucked her big fat nipple in between my lips.
“Oh, baby,” I groaned. I was almost helpless with my need then and I unfastened my pants, knowing I was almost bursting with my own longing. My cock was already turgid and I wanted to push it inside her.
She sat up and I pushed her back imperiously, struggling with the fastening of her jeans. She laughed and helped me draw them off. I stared at her curvy body, now dressed only in pair of briefs. I drew them off over her legs, throwing it onto the bed.
She sighed as I ran my hands down her body, devouring her with my eyes. She was so pretty. I could have looked at her all day. Her breasts were high and firm, her tummy slightly rounded just above that mound, satiny with red hair. I ran my hand between her thighs, grunting as I felt her wetness.
Then I was on top of her. I pushed my cock into her and gasped. She was so tight and wet. I thrust into her, first slow and then fast. We were moving together in a dance that made the desire rise in me, rising and rising and…
“Oh, man!”
She was crying out almost as I started to come. It had been ages for me and I couldn’t quite believe the force and strength of my come as it raced over me. I tensed, growling, and collapsed.
A few minutes I just lay on her, panting and unconscious as the force of my load raced through me. Then I rolled off her and lay on my back. She was sweating. I could feel the wetness on my skin, sliding on me.
I looked at her. She looked satisfied, eyes closed, lips open. I felt my longing rise again as I sat up and stared down at her.
She opened her eyes. Looked up at me. She smiled.
She reached out a hand and stroked it down my chest. I felt myself smile.
***
I lay on my side and studied him. With that fine, elegant nose and those rugged, deep-set eyes he looked like something from teenage fantasy. And I wasn’t even thinking about that bod. I couldn’t resist touching it. He was so densely muscled I could barely believe it—a six-pack and rippling biceps that could have sold workout equipment just by being photographed nearby. I sat up.
“Where’re you going?” he grunted. I laughed.
“Nowhere.”
“Good.”
He sat up and pushed me onto my back. I let out a sigh, feeling my heart thump. I liked the way he was so overpowering. He made me feel wanted. I let him run his hands down my body and gasped at where they were going.
“You want me, huh?” he whispered.
As his hand found my places of pleasure in between my thighs I nodded. “Yes.”
He gently stuck a finger into me, working at my clit as he did so. I gasped. It was such a wonderful sensation that I swore I was going to come again. Then with an insistent hand he pushed me onto my front.
“Stay there,” he whispered.
He went around behind me, and I felt his hands gently part my thighs. Then he was pushing himself into me, gently moving me so that I lay with my bum in the air, my legs open, and him thrusting into me from behind. I sighed.
“Oh.” I moaned as he went right into me, his hard cock so long that it was almost sore when he filled me.
He drew out and pushed back again, then repeated the action. The soreness went away, lost in the masterful way he used his size, not hurting me but filling me in a way that was so satisfying I was soon shivering.
I came again, and he kept on, moving and moving and moving…
“Agh!”
He shouted out a sound that was so satisfying it made me shudder. He came and collapsed on me.
We lay like that for a few minutes, and I was sorry when he rolled off me.
In the cool of afternoon wind, coming in off the land outside, I lay there and felt too drowsy to do anything. My body felt like someone had put me back together, almost like I was made anew. I was relaxed in ways I hadn’t been in years.
He sighed. “I feel amazing.”
Laughing, I agreed. He chuckled.
“Well.”
He sat up and I felt the loss of his warm presence beside me. I heard him washing himself in the bathroom, and then he came back to me.
“You need a shower?” he asked.
“With you?”
He grinned. “Could try.”
I nodded. We went into the bathroom and I looked hesitant. The shower was tiny—a small glass-fronted box that would never fit two in. I sighed. “You first.”
He looked disappointed but agreed. I stayed where I was as he shut himself in. I watched the steam cloud up the door and delighted in the sight of his body, shiny and glimmering under the lamp.
When he came out, he drew me against him. His skin was hot and smelled fresh. I held him to me and he laughed as my hands slid down his hard-muscled frame.
“You go now?”
I nodded. I slipped into the shower. As I rinsed myself, I was conscious of his presence outside the cubicle. I could feel his eyes on me as my hands washed my intimate parts and I felt a strange arousal start in me. I’d never been so closely observed and it was arousing.
When I came out, he grinned. “Nice.”
I shivered as he drew me against his chest. I felt warm and calm.
He kissed my neck and then his hands were all over me. I felt desire rise again as he led me through to the bedroom.
We made love again, fast and passionate, and I lay beside him. His arms held me.
It was later that I realized that I’d slept a bit. He was still beside me but awake now. I rolled over sleepily.
“How late is it?”
He shrugged. “About three.”
“Oh.” I rolled over, stretching. It was all surreal. It had been about two when I left Grandpa, and now it was quarter past three. I looked at the clock on the wall. I stood.
“I should go,” I demurred. “I have to go get groceries.”
He looked sad. “Okay.”
I laughed. “Well, I’m here to work.”
“I guess,” he agreed. He stood too. “Let me give you a lift back.”
“Thanks,” I whispered.
Putting on my old clothes felt weird. I wasn’t in the same frame of mind as I went back out to the car. I was no longer the same person I had been when I arrived. I was falling for him.
As I drove back, I wondered about him. Who was he? How long had he lived here? And what was it about him that repelled me just a little?
I could get addicted to that stunning body. Those full pecs, those hard biceps, his narrow waist…I shuddered just thinking about them and about the way his body felt pressed to mine. He looked like something out of a gym advertisement made of flesh and blood. And that smile was so hot.
“He’s sexy, stunning and funny,” I told myself aloud. It’s just that…” I frowned. What was it?
I think it’s that rude, dismissive thing he does. Like when he’d said I was too much of a girl to help Grandpa. Or the way he’d laughed at my ability to help him out. Why would I expect someone who thought I was an overgrown child to be able to support me with adult stuff?
There was a wall around him, too, some invisible barrier that kept me out and stopped me from being any closer. I wondered if Grandpa knew anything about him, and whether I could ask him about it.
I sighed. It was a weird thing to even think about, really. I mean, I just met him. I liked him, it was true. But why was I even thinking about whether or not he’d be the kind of partner I’d like?
“I’m silly.”
We’d spent time together—a lovely time—but that didn’t mean anything. I would probably not see him again unless I happened to walk past the fence of his farm while he was working outside.
I put my foot on the brake and turned into the drive.