by Hope Ford
I sigh, letting out a deep breath. And instead of saying what I want to say, I challenge her to another game. “Pool it is then.”
4
Olivia
I can’t believe how much fun I’m having with a guy I find so attractive. Usually I’m tongue-tied and can’t think of anything to say. The alcohol must be helping me feel more confident because the way we are clicking just seems too easy.
I call him on his claim that he’s best at pool, and we go over to the pool tables.
He pulls a pool stick out and hands it to me. I reach out to grab it, but he holds on to it, instead pulling me toward him. We stare at each other for so long I’m pretty sure I’m about to go up in flames from the heat his gaze is putting off. I want him. There’s no doubt about it. By the way my body is reacting to him, the way my nipples are pebbled against my shirt and the hard pull in my lower belly, I definitely want him.
“Your go,” he challenges me. He’s daring me, I know he is. Is he hoping that I make the next move? I want to take him up on it and tell him I want to get out of here, but at the last minute, I chicken out.
I break my gaze, and only seconds later, he releases my pool stick.
I lean over the table to break. He stands clear of the cue stick but close enough behind me that I can feel how hard he is against me, and it drives me crazy. If I had any doubt before, I don’t now. It makes me weak in the knees, and I screw up the shot so badly that he has to know how he’s affecting me. I know I shouldn’t, but I grind my ass against him, taking pleasure in the hard ridge of his manhood pressed against my backside.
When I straighten up from the shot, he tilts my chin to look at him over my shoulder. His big hand cradles my face, and our eyes meet, and my goodness, I could drown in their blue depths. He leans down to meet me and kisses me, his other hand still at my waist holding me so that he is close behind me.
His kiss still takes me by surprise, especially when it isn’t a drunken sloppy mess. He is an amazing kisser; he has my knees weakening again, and I’m pretty sure that’s because he’s so fiery hot that I’m melting from the inside out for him.
We continue to kiss, and I turn in his grasp so that I can touch his blond hair and look into his blue eyes between kisses. Every kiss seems to make my body ache for more.
“Get a room,” somebody yells out, and there’s enough laughter that we can’t help but laugh too.
He takes my hand. “Let’s get out of here.”
Derrick
I say the words and it’s like I’m holding my breath, waiting for her response. If she turns me down, I won’t push, but fuck I’m hoping that she doesn’t say no.
She closes her eyes, and I prepare myself for rejection. I start to release her, but she surprises me by opening her eyes, smiling bigger than ever. “Let’s go, cowboy.”
As if I’m afraid she’ll change her mind, I hold her hand in mine and pull her to the exit. “Put it on my tab, Jared,” I say over my shoulder as I usher the sweet woman out the door.
“What’s your name? I don’t even know your name.”
She flushes a deep red, and I know instantly she’s embarrassed by the fact that she’s about to leave with someone she doesn’t know. “Uh-uh. None of that. I’m Derrick. Tell me your name, sweetie, and it will be like we’re old friends instead of like we’re meeting for the first time tonight.”
“Friends, huh?” she asks with a smirk.
I laugh then, and it comes from deep in my chest. Oh, she’s going to keep me on my toes. “You know what I mean.”
“Olivia. My name is Olivia.”
I force myself to look away from her. “Where are you parked?” I ask, looking at the parking lot of trucks and sports cars. I’m guessing the sports cars are the frat boys.
“I walked here.”
“You walked here?” I point out to the main road. “That’s the main road you walked on and you had to know you’d be walking back after dark.”
She just shrugs her shoulders like it’s no big deal. “This is Forest Grove.”
The thought of her walking on this long road at night causes my heart to flutter in my chest. Forest Grove is a small town, but we still get college boys that are sometimes up to no good, or people passing by from the big city of Knox. The thought of any of them messing with her as she walks the main road home pulls at my chest. I just met this woman, and already she’s causing me to have possessive thoughts. Thoughts I shouldn’t be having for a woman I just met.
I pull her to my truck, open the passenger door, and don’t even wait to see if she needs help. I put my hands on her waist and lift her up into the seat and then reach over and pull the seatbelt around her. “Where do you want to go, sweetheart?”
I’m so hard up for Olivia that all that matters is getting to be with her the way my body needs to be.
“Home.” She pauses to gauge my reaction, and I know she can see the disappointment on my face. “Don’t worry, though. I’d like you to come with me.”
Her eyes widen at what she just said, and she tries to cover her face with her hands in embarrassment. I squeeze her thigh. “Don’t you worry. We’ll both be coming before the night’s over with.”
I bring her in for another kiss because it feels like it’s been too long since I kissed her last. Her lips are soft and sweet, and I groan on contact. It’s as if I can’t get enough of her, and I don’t want to let go.
When we finally break apart, she’s clenching on to the front of my shirt. “I live in the house next to Happy Critters.”
I almost say that’s Old Man Winter’s house, but I’m too distracted to care right now. The last thing I want to think about is the old veterinarian.
I slam the door shut and walk around to my side of the truck. Happy Critters is only a few blocks away, and I get there in record time. Neither one of us says a word the whole way, and it gets me even more antsy, wondering what she’s thinking. Is she going to back out? And what if she does? Going home and wrapping my hand around my cock is not going to be enough. No way, no how. If that ends up being my only option then I’ll do it, but I’ll be thinking of her the whole time.
I help her out of the truck the same way I helped her in, with my hands on her waist. I walk her, my body cocooned around her. As soon as she closes the door and turns the lock, I begin kissing the back of her neck. “I hope you bringing me back to your house means we’re having sex because if it doesn’t my balls are going to fall off they’ll be so blue.”
She laughs as she turns toward me and wraps her arms around my neck. “I want you, Derrick. Is that clear enough for you?”
I kiss her passionately, loving the way my name sounds from her lips, and the way her brown eyes stoke my fire when she looks at me.
I begin unbuttoning her blouse, and following my lead, she starts to unbutton my pants. What started off slow speeds up as our need for each other burns hotter.
Olivia
What am I doing?
The crazy thought comes to mind as I’m practically ripping the pants off of Derrick. He’s a big man, and when I peel off his pants to find the tree trunks he has for thighs, never mind the huge bulge in his shorts, I almost fall back on my ass.
I’ve never done this before. I mean I’ve done “it” but not a one-night stand and definitely never with a man that looks like Derrick.
We both jerk and pull at each other’s clothes, and when he reaches down to take off my boots, I find that we’re already in my bedroom. I fall back onto the bed as he yanks off my boots, then pants and panties.
He stares openly at the smooth slit of my pussy, and I clench the sheets with my hands. Slightly embarrassed because I can’t remember anyone ever looking at me like he is, I start to close my legs.
He shakes his head, muscling his upper body between my thighs to hold them open. “Oh no. No way. You aren’t keeping this from me.”
He lowers his head, and the stubbles of his chin stroke across my abdomen and then to my mound. It’s roug
h, but fuck, it feels good.
His fingers slide through my wet, swollen slit, and now instead of closing, I’m opening my legs even wider, wanting him to touch me there.
When I feel his hot breath on me, I tense, waiting for what’s to come. “You don’t have to…”
He raises his head and looks into my eyes. “I want to. And unless you tell me no, I’m devouring this pussy, Olivia. And I know you want it. The sweet cream I can smell”—he stops to lick along my slit before moaning and sucking on his lip—“tells me you don’t want me to stop.”
“Don’t stop,” I beg him.
And he doesn’t. He strokes his fingers through my slit, up and down until they are soaked, and then he latches his tongue to me, circling my clit over and over until I’m holding on to the top of his head. The feelings he evokes in me are too much. It’s more than I can handle, I’m sure.
But no matter how hard I pull at his hair, he just groans and keeps working that little bundle of nerves at my core.
“Derrick,” I moan, about to beg him for mercy.
But as if hearing his name on my lips pushes him harder, he applies more pressure until I feel like I’m crashing over a cliff and don’t know where I’m going to land.
He’s relentless. He doesn’t soften his strokes or let me wiggle away. His hands are gripping my thighs almost painfully, his arms holding down my legs, urging me to give him my everything.
And I do. I come, an unladylike growl leaving my lips as I tremor and shake underneath him.
The wave seems to go on forever, but when I finally start to relax, he lifts his head to look at me.
His chin is soaked with my juices, but he’s licking his lips as if he’s feasting on my taste. His eyes are locked on me possessively, and it starts a whole new wave of longing inside me.
He climbs up the bed, kissing along my belly and breasts, nuzzling each one, but he doesn’t kiss them.
No, he waits until he’s up to my face, and he kisses my lips. I can taste myself on him, and the mixture of us, together, his taste and mine, makes me want him even more. It’s like a drug I can’t get enough of.
Our kisses are sloppy and all over the place. I push him backwards onto the bed, and even though he’s twice as big as me, he goes easily. I start to crawl down the mountain of man, smiling up at him along the way. “My turn.”
Derrick
I’m not going to last. Her breasts are swaying as she crawls down my body. And each touch of her hard peaks skimming across me has me ready to jump out of my skin. She’s kissing my nipples and down my stomach, and when she gets down between my legs, I feel as if I may burst.
Her hand wraps around me, and when she tightens her hold, I suck in my breath. “Fuck,” I say between clenched teeth.
She smiles up at me. “You okay up there?”
I wrap my hands around her hair and pull it off her shoulders, wanting to see her face. She’s breathtaking, and when she kisses the tip of my cock, it takes everything I have not to surge my hips up, pushing myself into her mouth. She smirks, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me. If her ass was within reach, I swear I’d give it a little smack for playing with me.
But then she opens her mouth, and I lose all thought. She takes me in, lowering her head until I’m hitting the back of her throat. But she doesn’t lift off or start to gag. No, she swallows, taking me even deeper.
I throw my head back against the pillow. Her scent is surrounding me, and it’s too much. An internal battle rages, and I’m fighting not to shoot my load into her mouth. I shake my head as I feel her go up and down, up and down. Unable to take it anymore, I lean up and pull her by her upper arms until she’s up my body and I have her lips pressed to mine.
When she breaks away, she’s panting. “Was I doing it wrong?”
I push the hair off her face, and even though she’s smiling, I can still see the self-doubt there. “No, you were doing it perfectly. Too perfectly, actually.”
I roll us over until she’s underneath me. I’m so hard I could about hammer nails with my dick right now. But that’s not what I want. I want to hammer her.
I lift her legs, about to enter her when I look down at my angry cock that is dripping precum. Fuck! I haven’t had a need for condoms in a while, and I sure as fuck don’t have one now.
I look at her glistening pussy, and if I was less of a man, I’d slide right into home without a second thought, because she’s way too tempting.
But my own moral code won’t let me.
“I don’t have a condom,” I mutter.
She lifts her head. “What?”
“I don’t have a condom,” I tell her again.
“Fuck, no. I don’t either,” she says, confirming to me that I’m going to die of fucking blue balls right here and now.
“I’m clean. And I’m on the pill,” she says.
“Me too. I’m clean,” I vow to her.
She reaches between us then, grabbing on to my straining cock. She lifts her hips up to where I’m right at her center—one thrust of my hips, and I’m in.
“So how about it, cowboy? You going to go riding or what?”
Fuck me, my head falls back, and my eyes about roll back in my head. Her talking dirty is going to have me coming in .2 seconds flat.
I nod my head, not even able to verbally answer. No, I do what I’ve been wanting to do all night. I bury my cock deep inside her and ride like it’s my last rodeo.
6
Derrick
I wake up with Olivia in my arms, and I’m ready to go for another round. I don’t know what it is about her, but she makes me quake with sexual desire, and my hunger for her was only temporarily sated last night and again early this morning.
I woke up and texted my brother Trent that he was up for the morning duties. I’ve covered for him enough while he was getting back with Lacy, I figure he owes me. Of course I know I’ll get the third degree when I do get back to the ranch. I stare up at the popcorn ceiling. I can’t remember the last time I missed a morning of work. Every day I’m up at five am or even earlier to take care of our family’s ranch. I roll to my side and look down at the curvy bundle next to me. Getting up early and working every morning has never bothered me. Being raised on a ranch, I’m used to it. And after my parents died, I didn’t have a choice. I had two younger brothers that I had to take care of. But now, feeling the heat of Olivia’s naked body pressed against mine – well, it starts putting all kinds of thoughts in my head. The first being that a man could definitely get used to this.
Olivia is snuggled into me, and she looks so peaceful I almost don’t want to wake her up.
But I can’t resist her. I wake her by kissing my way up her arm to the top of her shoulder.
She squirms and laughs. “Your beard is tickling me.”
“You weren’t complaining last night,” I brag.
She smiles as if she’s remembering the two times we went at it last night. I lower my head to peck a kiss to her lips, and she shrinks away, surprising me.
“I’m just gonna go brush my teeth and freshen up really quick.” She kisses me with a closed-mouth peck.
As she steals the blanket, taking it with her to the bathroom, I laugh to myself. Women are silly creatures. Does she not remember that I saw, touched, and tasted every part of her last night? I may have to remind her.
Then again, maybe I should do a little refreshing too.
I spot a little bottle of mouthwash on the vanity that is near the bathroom. As I’m swishing a little around in my mouth, I hear her phone ring in the bathroom. She must have taken it in with her or left it in there the night before.
She answers, “Hey, Kyle, what’s up?”
Kyle? Who the hell is Kyle?
I spit the mouthwash into a tissue and toss it in the trash bin but linger near the bathroom door to hear what I can.
“…I would love to, yeah. No, no you didn’t wake me. I was… just eating my morning bagel.”
I smell a blow off
coming my way. I should’ve known she was too good to be more than just a fun roll in the hay.
I’m surprised at myself too. I went into this thinking it would just be for fun, so why am I so disappointed that she’s clearly got another guy on the hook?
I walk away from the door and dress quickly. It’s probably best to leave on my own and avoid the awkwardness.
Olivia
I still can’t believe Derrick just left while I was in the bathroom. I wasn’t gone that long. No note, nothing.
What a dick move.
I drop to the edge of the bed, the blanket still wrapped around me. Last night was amazing. I had no idea it could be like that. I won’t lie. There were a few times in the night that I snuggled deeper into him, loving the feel of his arms around me and his body next to me. And if the way his massive arm held me to him most of the night, he liked it too. Which is why the fact that he left without saying a word is bizarre.
It’s super early, not even daylight, and I have a few hours before I have to be at the clinic. Instead of stressing about it, which is exactly what I want to do, I get dressed in my leggings, T-shirt, and tennis shoes. A workout is just what I need.
I go to Get Fit and am a little down that Chrissy, my friend that owns the gym, is not here. Of course, she is a single mother and she probably doesn’t come in until after she drops her daughter off at preschool. I could really use someone to talk to right now. I run almost an hour on the treadmill and then start lifting weights to get the frustration out of my system. I feel better after using the gym showers, but there’s still a tinge of self-doubt I’ve got going on, and all I can think about is what did I do wrong? Why did he leave? And then I want to kick myself. Why am I getting so torn up over a man I met last night? Obviously if he’s going to leave like that, he’s not the man for me.