by Marin Black
Trembling, I reached out, finding the zipper to his coveralls. The metal was cold, but I met no resistance as I opened it to his waist, the sharp zzzzzip loud in the snow-hushed silence. This winter wonderland was so quiet. Could he hear my heart pounding, or my blood rushing at breakneck speed through my veins? “I want you, Dean.”
He made a sound like the air was knocked from him and groaned. “You must be freezing.”
Suddenly, all I could focus on was the bulge that was rapidly growing larger under his coveralls. I wanted to feel it, have his cock in my hands, hot and throbbing.
Then his mouth was covering my nipple, and my knees tried to give way as a tiny whine escaped my throat. I grasped the front of his coveralls for balance as he sucked—it was like he was pulling on a string that went straight to my pussy, tugging it tight.
Grinding my teeth at the surge of dampness between my legs, I fumbled for his zipper. When it was between my fingers again, I tugged it down as far as it would go and thrust my hand in the opening, my palm meeting warm flannel. He made a movement as if to protest, and I immediately plunged my hand deeper, downward, until I found the hot steel I’d been searching for beneath his warm, soft jeans. Wanting to be sure he wouldn’t try to be the gentleman I remembered, I quickly pressed my fingers around his rod and followed the length to his base, then moved my hand in reverse.
Stooped, his mouth on my breast, he made a choking sound as his whole body tensed. Pushing my hand in deeper, I cupped him, caressing his balls through his underwear.
Dean abruptly straightened, his breath coming in fast heaves, blue eyes now cloudy with desire. He groaned, “What are you doing, Brie?”
I slid my hand provocatively back up his length, smiling when he let out a puff of air. “I want you.” I stood on my tiptoes, so I could better look him in the eyes, and licked my lips. “I know I’m a stranger, despite the times we hung out. Or we’re as good as strangers now.”
“And that turns you on?” His forehead creased into a frown.
I shook my head. “I liked the boy, but the man…well, I want the man. Please, Dean.” I let my body relax against him, my hips meeting his through the thick material.
Dean wrapped his arms around me, running his hands down to curve under my ass, his skin warm on mine. He lifted me up on my toes so I was pressed against him, then he ducked his head, his lips covering mine an instant before his tongue dove into my mouth. Our tongues tangled, exploring, as I took his hot breath into my lungs and felt the instant his body hit urgent.
“In the house.”
I broke the kiss, and over his shoulder I noticed his green tractor, parked so conveniently right behind my car. “No. Tractor.”
It took a second for my meaning to sink in.
When it did, his eyes lit up, and he threw back his head and laughed.
His grin was electrifying as he ran his hand around my hip, brushed his fingers over the tiny scrap of material that was my panties, pushed it aside, and plunged one finger inside me. My back arched, my hips rocked forward, and my nipples got even harder.
“God, you’re wet.” He moved his finger out and then back in, watching me with his intense eyes.
I could barely control my breathing and struggled to keep my eyes from rolling up in my head as I held his hot blue gaze. It took a second after I opened my mouth to get the words out. “Tractor. Now.”
I wanted to strip his coveralls off, see what lay beneath the flannel and jeans. I’d always wanted to know. And I was only moments from finally possessing that knowledge.
He pulled his finger from me and I whimpered. Then he picked me up, wrapped my legs around his waist, and carried me quickly to the tractor, opening the door with a not-quite-steady hand.
When he went to boost me up in the cab, I said, “Nu-uhh.” I ran my finger up and down his torso. “Strip.”
He laughed and set me back on my feet in the snow.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“No clothes allowed in this tractor.” Planting my snow-encrusted boot on the sidestep, I boosted myself up into the tractor cab, stripped out of my thong, and squealed as the cold vinyl of the seat hit my bare buttocks. The cab was simple and straightforward, a seat, a steering wheel, and some controls. No fancy gadgets to break accidentally. Perfect.
“I’ll start it up, turn on the heat…”
His eyes were wide as he gazed at the way my feet were propped up on the steering wheel, legs open, while my fingers played up and down my slit. I returned the favor, surveying the muscled manflesh that stood before me, dotted with dark-brown hair that matched his beard. His chest sported a tangle of dark hair that I wanted to plunge my fingers into; it ran down his torso in a sexy line, meeting the nest of hair surrounding his now-at-attention cock. He was big, a lot bigger than I’d expected. I barely stopped myself from drooling.
“Baby, we’ve got all the heat we need.” I wished it were true, but damn, I was freezing and didn’t know how he couldn’t tell. If he didn’t hurry, I might freeze solid to the seat. Then Dean would have some explaining to do the next time his dad took out the tractor.
“I’m comin’ up.”
I scrambled to make room for him as he shot into the cab, his clothes left in a pile in the snow. Squeaking as I stood and my ass pressed against the icy glass of the window, I pushed him down into the seat I’d warmed.
He slammed the door. “You’re so fucking hot, I’m surprised the seat didn’t melt when you sat on it.” He reached around me, cranked the engine, and blessed hot air began flowing out of the vents. Then he gripped my arms and pulled me down on his lap sideways.
But I upped the game, straddling him.
His pupils grew so large, they nearly obliterated the blue.
“I missed you, Dean.” I barely held in a smile at the sound of my own voice, so sophisticated and sure, like I was talented at seduction.
His eyes grew even wider than before, his hands coming down over my thighs, pulling me closer to his cock, which practically put off enough heat of its own to warm the tractor.
“You’ve grown up.”
A bemused expression on his face, he ran his fingers up over my torso until he cupped my breasts. He pushed them together, drawing his fingers across them and ending in a gentle pinch of my nipples, which shot a spark straight to my core. My hips bucked at the same time his cock leaped, inadvertently rubbing his hardness right down my middle. We both gasped.
Dean’s composure seemed to snap, and he latched onto my nipple, sucking hard. At the same time his hands tightened on my ass, pulling me to his groin so that my sex was locked against his as he rocked his hips up and down.
Moving my body in the opposite direction, so that his hot, throbbing cock was grinding against my rapidly melting wetness, I threw my head back and did the only thing the throes of passion would allow me to do. I gripped his hair and moved my hips to match his, pressing down on him harder until he let out a growl.
He feasted on my nipple, the warmth of his mouth and the scratching of his beard mesmerizing. The hardness of my nub was almost painful. His tongue circled it. Moved in fast flicks across it. He nipped gently, his bites growing harder until there was the slightest bit of pain. The head of his cock slipped into my opening just a tiny bit and back out again, making us both groan. Dean gripped my ass cheeks tighter and switched breasts, sucking the other nipple in and instantly biting down, making me cry out.
When he pulled back immediately, I couldn’t hold in a whimper. He ran his hands up over my collarbone, caressing my neck, and dove into my hair. The way he shifted created a gap between us, and I ached to have his cock pressed against my pussy again. My hips involuntarily bucked in search of him.
He maneuvered my head so I had no choice but to look directly into his eyes.
“I have always wanted you.”
The words took my breath, and for a second I thought I had conjured up my old fantasy, the one where he came to the cabin, walked in, and told me he couldn’t hold it in
anymore, then kissed me. What happened next depended on how old I was. The fantasy had developed in mature ways, very mature ways, by the last time I’d seen him.
“You wanted me?” The old bittersweet feeling of an unrequited crush curled through my chest.
“You were too young. And you looked like an angel with your mane of pale-blonde hair. Every time I saw you, I’d want to touch you and—”
He placed his hand lightly over my mound, and I watched his lips move as he spoke the very words I had longed for since I was a girl. He ran his fingers over the thin patch of hair and lower, then circled my clit. My mouth dropped open and my eyes nearly rolled up in my head.
“—make you look just like that.”
My breath hitching with each circle of his fingers, I asked, “Why…didn’t you tell me?”
“Because you were too perfect. You’re still too perfect.”
He dropped his gaze from mine, tracing a hot trail down my neck, over my breasts, my abdomen, to where his fingers moved over my opening and played, teasing in and out.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Brie.”
A dam of emotion that I’d held back for years broke inside me. Tears rushed to my eyes as my heart nearly exploded with the knowledge that he’d thought of me, too. To cover my tears, I crushed my lips against his, letting his tongue plunge into my mouth as his fingers dove deep and hard into me. My hips searched for and found his cock, and I pressed my heat against his as he worked his fingers in and out of my pussy.
Kissing him. Sealing my body against his.
His heat, his touch, weren’t enough, and at the same time it was too much.
Excitement built inside me, forcing its way low in my abdomen until my inner muscles clenched around his fingers. I wanted release and rode his fingers, chasing it. I could feel it there, just a flick away, but he wouldn’t let me have it. When I pulled back, I discovered him looking at me as if he were watching the most exquisite personal lap dance.
The heady sensation of power—the power to make him so mesmerized that he seemed to worship me—shot through me, and suddenly I wanted to make the feeling last. And give him a real reason to worship me.
When his fingers slid up to my clit, I scrambled backward, determined, but the loss of his touch was nearly like a blow.
His eyes flew open. “I’m clean. I haven’t—”
“Me too. It’s all taken care of.” Slipping between his legs, I kneeled on the cold rubber floor mat as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft.
His whole body tensed.
Catching his gaze, I held it, watching pale blue heat to a near boil as I slowly slid my tongue over my bottom lip and swirled it around his head, skimming over his tiny hole and taking the treat of pre-cum there waiting for me.
He choked out my name, and I didn’t try to hide my smile as I took him as far as I could into my mouth. He gently held the back of my head as I came back up, then guided his cock deeper until it was touching the back of my throat. I fought my gag reflex and came back up, sucking as hard as I could. Shifting on my knees, I put my mouth and his cock at an angle where I could take him in farther, letting him touch the upper part of the back of my throat. He groaned, spurring me on. Up I went, then back down. Faster the next time. I glanced up to see that he was staring down at me, eyes glazed, mouth ajar, his face flushed. I slowed, and he took a shuddering breath.
I wrapped my cool hand around his base as his head fell back against the window, and pumped my fist once, then joined it with my mouth. Following my hand with my mouth, I went down, then up slowly, gradually upping my speed with each stroke, until the muscles in his thighs were tight with tension and he hadn’t taken a breath for a while. I stopped abruptly and slid my mouth from him with a pop.
“You left and never came back,” I said as his cock pulsed. I pulled it hard against my chest, rubbing it against my tits.
Our breathing was the only sound inside the tractor, audible over the idle of the engine. The tractor windows had steamed up, so the cab was our own little personal paradise.
“I. Had to.”
His hands tightened on my hair as I continued to slide my hand up and down his erection.
“Or I would have…taken you too young.”
Elation welled in me and my pussy throbbed, wanting him inside me so badly. I would have let him take me back then, that was for sure. But my heart would have broken in two when he went off to college. Plus, I’d been so focused on doing everything right, that I might have actually turned him down. I had to mentally shake myself to believe that I was on my knees in Dean’s tractor, having sucked his cock until he was putty in my hands.
“Taken me?” Slowly, so he realized my intent and his anticipation began to build, I crawled up his body until I was perched in his lap once more, my legs spread wide over him. “Like this?”
I dropped my hips lower, letting gravity press my dripping wet pussy onto his cock. We both gasped as his hard shaft seated on my center. After the long moment we both savored, I rocked back and forth over him. I was so slick, and with each pass let him slide closer to my opening. At just the right moment, when his tip was in the exact right place, I pushed my hips downward, impaling myself on him. I held his gaze as I sank all the way down his rod until he was deeply seated inside me.
He closed his eyes for a second and his teeth clenched together while he sucked in air through flaring nostrils.
He throbbed inside me. His eyelids shot open and his eyes locked on mine.
“I won’t leave you again.”
He planted his hands on my hips, lifted me until he nearly exited my body, and pressed me down over him again.
The breath whooshed out of my lungs as a fire was lit within me, passing through my veins and sending needle-like tingles throughout my body. I threw my head back, bringing my hips forward, and let him clamp my body down on to his again. He mouthed my breast and I cried out as my insides clenched around his hard cock, a precursor to what I knew was coming. I brought my hips up again and back down. Then I rose up again, taking each stroke downward faster. But I couldn’t move fast enough because my knees were bumping loudly against the cold steel walls.
Dean laughed. “You’ll be frozen and bruised.”
He surged up out of the seat, taking me with him, his fingers digging into my flesh. I gasped when the cold steering wheel pushed into my buttocks. But he didn’t give me a chance to complain; he perched me there and plunged inside me again. Pulling out slowly, he tantalized each nerve on his way, then slammed inside again.
“We’ll break the steering wheel!” I protested, trying not to laugh.
“I hope so. To be stuck here with you, with nothing but fucking to do.”
Ice-blue eyes warm with passion stared down at me, and his mouth curved into a mischievous grin as his gaze went to where we were joined. He pulled himself from me as he watched our flesh rubbing together, making me whimper then gasp as he stepped back, leaving me feeling empty and cold.
Seconds later, he’d stooped between my legs, his hot mouth clamping over my sensitive skin.
I let my head fall back against the glass, taking in gasping breaths as he ran his tongue all around my sensitive lips before centering it over my clit. The flat of his tongue flicked up and down, slowly gaining speed until my clit was a rock-hard nub. The pressure inside me built until my stomach muscles were screaming from being so tense, and I couldn’t breathe.
He stopped suddenly, to wipe his chin.
I let out a little whine.
He responded with a growly laugh.
It suddenly seemed surreal, that my lifelong fantasy was coming true. Only this was better. I’d never imagined him with his head pressed between my legs, his soft beard tickling my inner thighs.
Suddenly, he stabbed his tongue into my pussy, and my hips lunged up off the steering wheel, pressing him deeper inside me. He pressed the flat of his thumb down on my clit, and my first spurt of heat released. Covering all of my sensitive skin with his
mouth, he sucked and released me, pushed his thumb inside me, and repeated the motions. With a suck and a flick of his hot tongue, I came, wailing as I gripped unknown knobs on the dash, fleetingly hoping I wouldn’t accidentally throw the tractor into gear. I screamed with the next spasm and braced myself for the next wave. But he brought his head up and stood, fisting his engorged cock in his hand, sliding it up and down.
My head fell back, my forehead pressing against the cold glass as he wrapped my legs around his hips, tilting my hips upward to let him in. With a serious scowl, he plunged inside me. So deep. No one had ever been so deep.
Growling, he muttered, “Brie, you feel so good. So damn good.”
The last word came out in a croak as he increased his tempo, fucking me so hard that my head pressed uncomfortably against the windshield and I shifted until I could tilt my head sideways. The view, the white deserted landscape, was a stark contrast to the heat building between my legs with each of his thrusts. He pinched my nipples, both at once, and I cried out, raising up as my inner muscles clenched hard, and cracked my head against the glass.
Dean pulled away, out of me.
I pressed my hand to my forehead, if only to keep myself from begging him to come back.
“Are you okay?”
“Okay? I won’t be okay again until your big cock is inside me. Dean, don’t stop. Please.”
His mouth dropped open, and he laughed, the sound I’d missed so much reverberating through the tractor cab.
“I’ll give you what you want. But you have to be patient.”
“I’ve always been patient, too patient, and I—”
He leaned over and attacked my breasts, taking one into his mouth and biting, then the other.
I arched my back, pressing my flesh tighter against his mouth so he could take more of me. I curled my hand around the back of his head, pressing him closer as he laved my nipple with his tongue. Then his tongue was moving lower, across my stomach, down to the edge of my thin strip of barely there hair. And to my center. I let out an impatient sound. Teasing me on purpose, he thrust his tongue straight in, as far as it would go, and fucked me with it while I panted.