Best in Show

by Lilliana Rose

  He pulled her inside, closing the door behind them, locking it before turning to see her. She rushed him. Pushed him back on the door and kissed him hard. Fuck, she didn’t know what had come over her. They might’ve had hot, satisfying sex only twenty-four hours ago, but it was like she’d gone without for a year.

  “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.” She couldn’t believe she’d said those words out loud. Fuck, I sound desperate. But then he kissed her, his tongue gliding over hers, pushing her mouth open as if wanting to greet her properly.

  “Me too, though, I have a mind to punish you for making me wait.” He reached down gliding his hands down her back, over her buttocks, and squeezing hard. She gasped, as a mix of pleasure edged with pain as it coursed through her body. Her head spun with the anticipation of soon being full of pleasure.

  “Really?” She raised an eyebrow deliberately trying to bait him. This was about adult fun after all. She didn’t actually know what came over her when she was with him, but she was hot for him. Moist for him, and the need caused an ache within her.

  He slapped her hard on the arse. She jumped then giggled. She was about to say that it wasn’t much of a punishment when he crushed his lips on hers, filling her with his taste, his hot lips moving over hers. His hands gripped her arse, lifting her cheeks upwards, stretching her sex and overloading her with anticipation.

  She moaned into the kiss. Lifting her hands around his neck, she played her fingers in his soft hair, longing to move them down over his chest, but she was locked in an embrace with Max, which was more than satisfying, for now.

  His hands pushed her tight skirt upwards, the brush of his fingertips on the back of her thighs sent a wave of bliss through her, clouding her senses. She gripped tight around his neck to keep her balance. Then lifted herself up, wrapping her legs around his waist. His groin pushed against her.

  He was hard. Ready. Just like herself.

  She ground her hips into his, small subtle movements, enjoying the feel of his hard cock against her pussy, even through his moleskins and her panties. Fuck, she wanted the clothing out of the way, to feel him fully, to let her senses explore and be explored.

  He slipped his fingers under the edge of her panties, stroking deeper under the material as if trying to reach something forbidden. She could only hold onto his neck, keep her legs around his waist, and let him explore her once more. This time he was taking his time. That in itself was punishment enough.

  She nestled her head on his shoulder, nibbling at the side of his neck, enjoying the salty taste of his skin. She arched her back, pushing her arse out as far as she could, giving him fuller access to where she really wanted him to stroke his fingers.

  The moan from his lips sent a pleasant shiver down her spine, as he moved his fingers deeper between her legs, dipping them into her juices, slipping between her folds as if exploring for the first time. She could feel him struggle to keep his composure. His cock pulsed hard, pushing into her mound as his fingers entered her. Her breath caught as he went deeper. Her muscles contracted like crazy around his fingers, desperately wanting more. He pulled out slowly, dragging against the contraction of her intimate muscles, and she exhaled heavily, struggling to stop herself from crying out with the desire which was fast filling her entire body.

  “Fuck,” she whispered as he pushed his fingers back inside of her. Her hips moved forward wanting to feel him deeper.

  “Exactly,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck, his breath hot on her skin, causing it to flicker into goosebumps. He kissed down her shoulders, sucking hard with each press of his lips on her. It excited her further, along with the movement of his fingers. She held her breath, trying to stave off the orgasm which was bubbling inside of her. She never came this quickly with guys before. Though, they didn’t know how to touch her, not like this, not where she wanted to lose control.

  He slipped his fingers out from her pussy, she sighed with frustration. He held her tight around the waist as he moved further inside the room. “I want more of you.”

  In a swift movement, he pulled down her panties and rested her on a table in the grey-lit room. She looked up at him, his eyes were stormy dark, full of something she was hungry to receive. She kept her legs apart, keen to receive him, but he stepped back, dragging her panties down her raised legs, over her shoes, and then dropping them on the floor.

  He put his hands on each leg, his palms hot, sending a bolt of desire upwards. He moved them up, stepping between her open legs. She reached out and pulled him closer, her hands on his hips only a moment before she couldn’t resist. She moved them over his hips, her fingers finding the buckle of his belt, she undid it, then pulled down the zip of his pants. His hands rested on either side of her thighs. It was like a hungry desire had taken over inside of her. She pushed down his moleskins, taking his jocks with them, letting them pool at his knees as she locked eyes on the real prize she wanted right now. His cock pointed towards her, thick and hard, the tip purple.

  She wrapped her hand around the base, lent forwards and slipped him into her mouth. He groaned heavily as her lips went down the full length of his shaft. She could feel his cock at her throat and let her muscles relax, letting him in deeper past her gag reflex. She sucked gently, pulling back a little, until pushing forwards once more, letting her lips glide over his hardness.

  His hands moved to her either side of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as she moved back and forth. His hips shifted in the opposite direction, grinding, letting her slip him out from her mouth. She sucked harder with each movement, enjoying the sounds escaping from him, and the movement of his hips. She could feel him beginning to lose control. She kept moving, then suddenly he pulled away from her.

  “I don’t want to come there.”

  She looked up at him, surprised. He smiled. His hands cupped her face. “Not yet, not today.” She liked that comment, it held promise that there were more encounters to come and that there would be more sexual exploring between them.

  “I want to fuck you properly.”

  He pressed his lips to her, moving them with hers, opening her mouth so he could reach deeper inside of her.

  She leant back, resting her hands on the table. He moved in closer between her legs so his cock rested at her entrance. Her heart pounded faster, her breath quickened, causing her resolve to melt away.

  She looked him in the eye. The storm there in the darkness of his irises was stronger, more intense, and she loved how it made her feel. She used her legs to pull him closer. His cock entered her. Louder noises escaped both their lips. Her eyes fluttered closed as pleasure overtook her body. She wasn’t sure how he could make her feel so turned on without really doing much, but she enjoyed every bit of it.

  She pushed her hips forward, gasping uncontrollably as he moved his hips back before pushing down into her, his cock slipping between her contracting pussy. She could feel herself losing control, the tension built to that final point as he pounded her harder and quicker, and she gave back with equal strength, urging him to keep going.

  And then it was like the motion tipped her over the edge from some incredible height and she tumbled down in a cloud of bliss as he thrust inside of her once more before he too came with her.

  She gripped his shirt tightly as the last waves of the orgasm jerked through her body. She was breathless. Spent. Satisfied. Yet, somehow she still wanted to do this again with him.

  Why can’t this be enough? She pulled him in close and rested her head on his chest. She could hear his heartbeat thundering out of control. He wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in a blanket-like warmth. Right now, she didn’t want to move or think, but slowly as the bliss dissipated from around them, reality forced its way back between them.

  She moved her head and looked up at him. “I can’t seem to make it last with you.”

  He smiled, chuckled softly, then kissed her. This wasn’t like before. This kiss was slow. Soft. A promise. Waves of shivers spun down h
er spine.

  There was more to come between them.

  This wasn’t the quickie they were thinking.

  “Me either.” He kissed her once more, sending another tickle down her spine. “I want it too.”

  “Me, too.” She didn’t trust herself to say anything more.

  What am I doing? This wasn’t the sort of man she went for. He was rough around the edges, rude to women, and from the country. Yet, he turned her on, so she was ready and willing and unable to resist. Even now in the afterglow.

  “I want to do this properly.”

  His words stirred a new level of desire within her.

  “Not quickly, but slowly, and longer.”

  She gazed into his eyes. The storm there had stilled, but there was another building. Just like within her own body. The storm within her had broken, but there was another on the horizon which she knew she was going to struggle to ignore.

  “How about tomorrow night you come to my hotel room.”

  She nodded. “Sure.” She tilted her head towards his and they kissed. There was no way she was turning down that invitation.

  All the way driving home, Zoe couldn’t believe what she’d agreed to. But then again she could. This is not a quickie. She swallowed hard against the rising emotions that were burning up from within her. I should’ve said more. Asked questions. But for some reason, the words hadn’t come, and they didn’t matter. A part within her, not her head, and she wasn’t sure it was her heart, had decided she was going to see Max again for another sexual encounter. A fuck, a voice in her head reminded her.

  She giggled. This was a hell of a lot of fun. And why would she turn down a fuck with him? Another one. Third in as many days. Yet, was it just that? The way she lost control, allowed herself to be in the flow of the desire which was so strong between them, it couldn’t be anything more.

  The heat that was between them still burned pleasantly on her skin and within her body. She could taste his manliness on her tongue. She’d never noticed any sort of details before when she was with a man, and she’d been with just a few, always older, much older. But none of them compared with Max.

  What is it going to matter? She wasn’t sure when Max was going home, but it had to be soon. And there was no way in hell she was moving to the country. If she was going to move anywhere, it would be to the city, Melbourne or Sydney, and work in a top law firm there. Not live in the back and beyond and raise a family. Family would come later. First, she wanted a high flying career, and so far she was well on track. And this was just a bit of fun on the side, a pick me up from working so hard. Her stomach churned. Somehow it felt like it could be more. She knew she should ring Ellie or Billie and talk with them. She’d texted them both to say she was safely on her way home. She didn’t want to speak to them knowing damn well Max wasn’t right for her. She didn’t want a lecture on the topic of how reckless she was being. Or a reminder that this was a fling.

  Why? A cold shiver of realisation went down through her body from head to toe.

  Why? Because there was a small part of her that was hoping that this could be so much more.

  And that scared the hell out of her.

  Max rolled over, uncomfortable. He was on the bed in his hotel room after the session with Zoe and he was satisfied. Less stressed. He could almost feel his bitterness melting away and being replaced with…

  He sat bolt upright.

  Not possible.

  He’d vowed never again.

  No. No. No. He couldn’t commit to another woman. And as sure as hell is hot, not a woman from the city. Not one so much younger than him. Zoe needed to be in the excitement of the city, not isolated on a farm, he could tell that. He ran his hands through his hair. There was a twist in his heart. He knew that feeling, though this was different. It’s just a short fling.

  He would go home on Saturday morning. The guy working on his farm was bringing the truck down early, like 6:00 a.m., to load the cattle and take them home. Then this fling, thing or whatever it was, would definitely be over.

  But then he’d told her where he was staying and invited her back to his hotel room tonight. Sex with her for the past three days was nothing like what he’d done in the past. He was much more aloof with the women he slept with after his wife. Not that what was going on with Zoe was anything like what he did normally. It was like he couldn’t control himself with her and he wanted her all to himself. Over and over and over. And he just knew he was never going to tire of her. Her taste, her smell. The way she groaned softly with pleasure when he simply stroked her arm. Or the way she leaned into him when he kissed her as if she needed his support to keep her upright.

  Max groaned into the pillow as if he were in pain. No way. He could feel what was happening without a doubt. I won’t let it happen. He struggled to push the delightful thoughts of Zoe away. I can’t risk it. He’d nearly lost the farm because of his ex-wife, and he wasn’t about to go trusting another woman. Ever. Not even if a simple thought of her made his cock pulse and go rock hard.

  He rolled out of bed. There was only one option right now. A freezing cold shower, then he would hurry down to the showgrounds and get busy with the work that needed to be done today. There were also a few people who’d shown interest in his cattle, so he wanted to make sure he saw them. There was one reason why he’d come to the show and it wasn’t because of a woman. He would be focussed today. And then he could have some pleasure tonight, but it would have to be the last time. No excuses. He would think about Zoe later if he could hold off for that long.

  Maybe I won’t go tonight? She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was freshly washed and tied up in a towel ready to be styled. There were light shadows under her eyes. It annoyed her that they were there, but the reason why spending her evenings with a hot fuckable man turned the heat up in her body.

  Tonight was different from the last two times. She shivered, even though she wasn’t cold. Even being home right now in front of the mirror getting ready to see him was so different from the other two times. This was deliberate. This was like getting ready for a date, albeit a fuck date. Despite being tired, her mind was alert. She knew exactly what she was doing, what she was getting ready for. And she didn’t want to stop. But that’s what would happen if she spoke to one of her friends. Maybe that’s a sign I should? That and the uncomfortable feelings under the surface which spoke to her that this was more than just a fuck, a fling, a few day encounter. She shook her head. It has to be. She removed the towel and began drying and straightening her hair.

  Another long day in the office was made a hundred times worse as she couldn’t get Max out of her mind, and whether or not she should turn up tonight. Logic said no, her heart said yes, and the lust that still burned in her body told her to go now. I have to work this out. Plus, Ellie and Billie wanted her to catch up again. Tomorrow… or maybe Wednesday. But what if I want to see Max again? This is becoming ridiculous.

  Not for the first time that day she tried to remind herself it was just a fling. Seriously that thought was wearing so thin it was starting to scare her. She focussed on applying her makeup and then finishing with a plum colour lipstick. This definitely felt more like a date. Her stomach roiled at that thought. Even though she didn’t have a lot of time, she knew she’d put in a lot of effort into her appearance.

  I want to make an impression on Max? She knew damn well she did, but seriously couldn’t help thinking she’d already done that. I want more? A quick glance in the mirror at her perfectly styled straight hair. Her light makeup emphasised the blue of her eyes and the dark liner bordered the shape of her eyes against her pale skin, which gave her the answer she didn’t want to see. Yes, she did. A lasting impression.

  Zoe inhaled deep and slow. It was time to go. She went into her bedroom, slipped on some black heels that went with her plum coloured wrap dress, which emphasised her bust line, waist and had a slight flare in the skirt that ended just above her knees. She emptied her handbag on her bed,
took out the essentials for the night, transferring them into a shiny black evening clutch.

  With a buzz of excitement and nerves thick in her gut, she walked from her bedroom.

  “Where are you going? And on a weeknight?” Jen, her roommate, asked her as she looked up from watching television. She was sprawled on the lounge in her PJs with a hot drink in hand.

  “Nowhere.” Zoe blushed straight away. She was hoping she could’ve snuck out without her roommate seeing her. It was bad enough Billie and Ellie were giving her grief about the fact she was still seeing Max. She didn’t know why they were so concerned. She could handle herself. Besides he’d done nothing to cause her concern. Perhaps he was a bit grumpy yesterday because she made him wait just a little longer. But still, that was nothing that raised any red flags or rang alarm bells.

  “Is it that guy from the show?”

  “Yes.” Zoe grinned.

  “My God you look like you could be in love.”

  “Yeah right, you don’t fall in love in a few days.”

  Jen put on a thinking expression. “You could if you were making love.”

  “We’re fucking, not making love.”

  “Hmmm… if you say so.”

  Zoe rolled her eyes. “Don’t wait up.”

  “I won’t. Stay safe.”

  “Always.”

  Zoe went down in the elevator to the basement and got in her car. Public transport wasn’t going to get her to his hotel on time—the Goodwood Park Hotel or The Goody as everyone knows it. Besides she wasn’t planning on drinking. It wasn’t like she needed any Dutch courage for how she wanted things to unfold.

  A shiver of delight ran down her body, prickling her skin pleasantly. She started her car and drove for about fifteen minutes to the Goody. She got out. She was amazed at how busy the front bar was. She went around to the back of the hotel, through the entrance Max suggested. There was a more high-dining area there, but even so, she felt overdressed for this pub. I should’ve just worn jeans and a shirt. She glanced at what everyone else was wearing. It was obvious from the amount of denim, striped shirts, and work boots that the majority of people here were from the country. It was just another reminder she didn’t belong. Not here with her designer dress, flash heels and styled in a modern look.