by Gigi Thorne
My breathing gets faster and shallower when I feel him bend his knees a little to get closer to me. His breath is tickling the hair sticking to my nape with sweat. The rise and fall of his chest caresses my back, fueling my body with anticipation.
He brings one arm to wrap around my waist. Not tight, but firm enough to keep me where he wants me, against his crotch. He’s hard and knowing I have this effect on him makes me euphoric.
Biting my lip, I push my ass against him. He groans when I press harder, rolling my hips and rubbing him through his jeans. My eyes roll back when his hand moves up to my stomach until he cups my tits. He peppers kisses on the length of my neck as we rock against each other.
“I want you. I’ll go crazy if I can’t get inside you,” he growls, sucking and biting the sensitive skin under my ear.
God. It’s fast. We shouldn’t be doing this.
Without meeting his eyes, before leaving the barn behind my fast steps I murmur, “Thank you for the tour. I can’t wait to work on the first draft of the project.”
11
Rhett
It’s been ten fucking days since I kissed her. The first and only kiss we shared haunted my every memory. I’ve never been this fixed on a woman, or this wired up over a kiss, but fuck me Aubrey Watts has made me ready to climb the walls just to taste her lips again. Her lips and every other inch of her delicious little body.
My Princess isn’t afraid of nature in the daylight. Instead, every day I find her next to Lily and Ares. I wake up early, but she wakes up even earlier than me to see them.
Every fucking morning, her flower scent fills my lungs when I enter the bathroom. And each damn time, I’m assaulting my dick, telling myself this will clear the lust filled fog around my mind, but the moment I came all over my hand and the tile shower walls, I want her even more.
Every day I see her around in those fucking cut off shorts. What was I thinking when I bought those shorts? Her ass. That’s what I was thinking. I was dreaming how hot her ass would look in these pieces of fabric and now I’m cursed to be teased with that same delicious curve of her ass. Every. Fucking. Day.
From an outsider, she may look innocent. Wearing those seductive little shorts with tank tops that hugs her curves like a second skin, lying on a blanket as she works on the designs about my ranch, but I know different. I know she enjoys torturing me with looking the way she is. She’s a siren I can’t resist her call.
Whenever I’m in the stables, she’s on the grass, showing off her petite but mouth-wateringly curvy body. It’s not just that, I can feel her gaze on me. Those green orbs burn holes all over my body. Especially, when I’m shirtless, and the masochist in me likes that. No. Loves that. I love that she can’t take her eyes off of me just like I can’t.
In the daylight, she’s everywhere. Wherever I look, wherever I go, she’s there. In my eyesight if not in my reach to touch. She calls it research. Research on the place, to understand what design would be the best, but I call it cocktease, because I catch the spark in her eyes every time we “accidentally” touch. I hear her gasp whenever she feels my breath on her skin. I see the smile she tries to suppress whenever she notices the hard-on I'm supporting.
She’s fucking teasing me. I enjoy that almost as much as her even though one of these days my dick will get chaffed with so much hand loving I show him.
When the sun sets, she disappears. She says she’s working on the project. That she’s excited to show me what she’s come up with. She keeps teasing me during the dinner with the sweet noises she makes to delicious food and then poof. She leaves me high and dry.
Just like I am right now.
I’m still watching the door she’s left through.
Cursing under my breath, I finish up my beer and head for my room.
Just when I’m about to open the door, I hear her. That sweet noise she lets out when I kissed her. That moan.
I pad to her door, leaning close to hear her better. My hands turn into fists against the door frame as her moans get louder. She sounds frustrated. Desperate.
“God. Please,” she begs, and that’s when I have enough.
I knock on her door. I want to rip the door from its hinges, but I stop myself. I want to see her come to the door with the frustration written all over her face. I want to see her face flush.
When she opens the door, all I feel is the fucking blood rush down to my dick, because she looks like she’s just been fucked. Her red hair tousled around her pretty head. Her face is a shade of pink that makes her hair pop even more. Her eyes are wild and angry. Just like I wanted to see her, she’s frustrated. Almost as frustrated as me.
I swallow as my gaze roams over her. She’s standing in front of me with a pair of pink shorts. The waistband is rolled on her tiny waist a few times, revealing her taut stomach. The white tank top is another story. The material looks so thin it’s almost see-through, and it hugs her tits like a second skin. Her nipples pushed against the fabric.
“Rhett?” she finally breaks the silence. Her voice is breathy and almost like a moan.
I curse under my breath and backs her in the room until I can close the door behind us.
“I… I’m glad you stop by. I… I was gonna come looking for you,” she murmurs.
“You were gonna come? Really?” I ask with a smirk.
She tries to fix her hair, looking around the room trying not to meet my gaze.
“Were you gonna come looking for me, so I can finish what you’ve started, Aubrey?”
She licks her lips with need and hunger written on her elegant features.
Pulling her closer to me, I kiss her with all the need bottled up in me for the last ten days. Lifting her in my arms, I press her back against the wall next to the door. The kiss is rough and hungry. We’re like animals while we bite, claw, and suck every inch of each other we can reach. I can’t pull my mouth away from her skin even when our lips separate for a breath. Her skin is the air I need. Her arousal is what I want to fill my lungs with.
“Rhett, please,” she pants, tangling her fingers in my hair as she presses my face to her neck.
Easily hoisting her up in my arms, I align my mouth with her tits. I lick and tease her taut nipples over the offending piece of fabric. Her moans get louder, her hands get more persistent as she needs more of my mouth. Finally, I suck one nipple into my mouth, and my groan mixes with hers.
“Rhett,” she moans loudly, grounding her pussy over my dick.
Leaning back, I soak in her beauty. Half closed lids, short intake of breath, flushed skin, and the heady scent of arousal. She looks good enough to eat, and I literally growl as my mouth waters.
“Tell me what you want,” I order.
My hunger for her scares me. As I look at her, a voice in my mind keeps chanting the same word over and over and over again: Mine. Mine. Mine.
I’ve never been possessive of my former lovers. Never felt this kind of need to own or dominate someone. My dominant strike was always high, but not at this level. I want to have her, own her, take her. I want to put a fucking claim on her.
I don’t know if this extreme need comes from knowing she’ll leave when her work here is done, but all I want is to keep her. When I look at her, I go crazy.
“Take me. Have me. However, you want,” she wspers like she knows those are exactly what I wanted to hear from her lips.
She’s a siren with a call special only to me. And when she’s gone, I know she’ll destroy me.
12
Aubrey
The moment the words leave my mouth, Rhett’s eyes darken like a cloudy sky that’s getting ready for the upcoming storm.
“Take. It. Off,” he orders in a deadly calm voice, nodding his head to clarify he means my tank top.
With shaking breath, I unwrap my arms from his neck. He holds me so easily I don’t even worry about falling. Reaching for my tank top, I slowly peel it off my body. His gaze follows every inch of skin I reveal. The look he has on his handsome fac
e is dark, intense, and hungry. Throwing the tank top over his shoulder, I lean closer to kiss him, but he leans back and watches me.
I feel his stare on my skin like a touch. His gaze moves from my stomach to my breasts, and he licks his lips like a wolf ready to eat his prey. I shiver. I’ve never felt this desired just by one look.
Using one hand he traces a path from my neck to my chest, circling the swell of my breasts before cupping one in his palm.
His hand feels so great against me, I both want him to continue touching and to stop teasing and just fuck me senseless.
“It’s been just eleven days since you stepped into this place,” he says while taking my nipple between his fingers. “Do you have any idea how many times I thought of fucking you? How many different ways? How many different places?”
“Rhett, please,” I moan, but he continues like I didn’t say a word.
“You were touching yourself before I came in.”
“Yes,” I whisper even though it wasn’t a question. Biting my lip, I add, “I was thinking about you.”
He gives me a wolfish grin. “What were you thinking I was doing to you?”
I hesitate.
“Don’t get shy on me now.”
“I was thinking of you… fucking me… outside.”
He smirks.
“Where someone can see us? Where someone can hear your screams of pleasure? Where someone fucking knows who you belong to?” His voice gets huskier and darker with each question.
The possessive tone under his questions makes me shiver in his arms. I press myself against his erection, trying to get some friction to relieve the need in my body.
Possession has never been a turn on for me. Not in my previous relationships. It was always the reason why I put some distance, but when it comes from Rhett… I want it. I want him to take me, have me, possess me.
“I… I…” I stammer. In my fantasy, I was just thinking of being with him in nature, where he belongs, where he looks in his own elements but hearing the new image he draws for me, I shake with excitement.
He smiles wickedly, before kissing me.
“Hold on tight,” he growls against my lips and hoists me up until his face is buried between my breasts. I moan when his warm mouth wraps around my nipple. The sounds of pleasure he lets out only fuels my need for him. He’s ravenish, wild, and unstoppable as he licks, sucks, and bites my breasts, alternating from right to left.
I feel his right-hand sneak between us, and soon, I hear the strangely erotic sound of him unbuckling his belt. With anticipation and excitement, I press his face harder against my chest.
God, I want him to swallow me whole. Like that’s the only possible way for me to end this craze he creates in my body.
I feel his hand at the hem of my shorts this time. He pushes one side out of the way and touches me.
“No panties,” he drawls approvingly.
When he rubs between my folds, I almost sob with pleasure.
“I’ll take my time with you. I’ll fuck you every night until you quiver in my arms. I’ll make you come with my fingers and with my mouth so many times you’ll lose count before I finally fuck you with my cock,” he promises while circling my clit. He’s playing me like a musical instrument with every different button he pushes I moan in a different tone. He’s bringing me close to the crescendo. I can feel how hard and intense my pleasure is, moving up until it finally releases, I don’t want to come on his hand.
“Rhett. Please… Ah... I want you... I need you. Now. Please,” I beg, trashing in his stronghold, gripping his body like I can mold our body together.
Kissing me roughly, he ignores my begging before adding, “But not right now, darling. Right now, I’ll fuck you hard and fast.”
“Please,” I moan as everything he says is what I want.
Looking deep into my eyes, he pushes one digit into me painfully slowly. It feels great, but still not enough, not what I want. Thinking he’ll tease me and won’t give me what I really want, I let all the modesty out over my tongue, I half groan-half scream, “I need your cock. I need you inside me. I want you to fuck me.”
“I don’t have a condom,” he says, clearly teasing me.
“I'm clean and on the pill,” I blurt out, arching my back while rubbing myself against him to hurry him inside me.
“It's been more than six months since I last had sex and I've never been without a condom,” he says in a serious tone.
“Good. Just put it in. God dammit!” I yell, but I’m silenced by the exquisite pleasure no words can describe when he slowly pushes into me.
I roll my head back, resting it against the wall behind me. Even though I want to close my eyes, I can’t. I’m watching him closing his eyes like he’s savoring the feel of me.
He pushes even deeper without pulling back by bringing me down on his cock, and that’s all it takes for me to come. With an orgasm so intense, I shake with a silent scream. Even my bones are shaking with the force of the release, he locks his arms around me to protect me from falling or hitting my head against the wall.
I can feel him everywhere. His scent, his arms, his cock inside me that fills me, completely overwhelms my every sense. Even my vision blacks out, I think I pass out for a second before coming down to catch my breath. Instead of moving to the after-bliss state he keeps me at the high, over the clouds by thrusting his cock into me deeply but slowly. I don't know if he's just prolonging the bliss or giving me small orgasms with each thrust, but I know every second he's ruining me for someone else.
With loud moans I can't keep inside, I let my body take and take the pleasure he gives and watch his face pinched with pleasure and control. He looks wild, open, and real as he chases his own release while I still shake between his arms.
Every muscle in his body tenses when his own release shakes him. Putting his head into the crook of my neck, he fills me while he murmurs the same thing again and again:
“Aubrey. Aubrey. Aubrey.”
13
Rhett
I'm ruined.
There is no chance I'll ever forget how it feels to be inside her, how her soft warmth sucks me in, how delicious her skin taste.
As we lie down on the bed, tangled up in each other, I enjoy her tits pressed into my side. She traces an invisible path along my torso over and over again. I like having her hands on me.
“You’re so big,” she murmurs.
“You’re stroking my ego, darlin’,” I chuckle.
She hides her face in my chest and murmurs something.
Lifting her chin up to look into her eyes, I tease her, “I couldn’t catch that.”
“I said, I didn’t mean it that way,” she says, biting my shoulder.
“Why were you looking for me?” I murmur, drawing circles on her naked back.
She looks at me confused before realization hits her. “Oh.” She giggles. “I was going to show you something,” she says, sitting up.
I watch her as she gets out of the bed to grab the papers on the desk. “I was working on the draft of my project for the ranch.” She unwraps the big roll of paper in front of me on the bed before sitting next to me. “This is a general idea. I’ll shape it with what you have in mind and with the things you want me to change.” Opening her laptop, she shows me a file full of pictures. “And these are the visuals you can check to have a better view at what I’m talking about.”
“This is a lot,” I muse.
“I’ve been working. Did you think I was lying in bed and dreaming of you all night?” she teases.
“Well, a guy can hope, since that’s pretty much all I did.”
Leaning close to my ear, she whispers, “Then why did you wait this long to come to me?”
“I think I was angry a little princess makes me lose my control.”
She blushes and smiles before turning to the project in front of us.
“This is basically what we can do and where we can do it,” she murmurs.
That’s w
hat I’m thinking too. I can fuck her in every inch of this ranch in every different way. Shaking my head, I try to focus on the drawings she shows me.
“You have everything you need under your hand.”
She shrieks when I pull her on my lap. “Yes. Now I have everything I need under my hand.”
Melting into me, she brings my hand between her legs.
“Yes,” she purrs before continuing explaining the project to me like I don’t have her pussy under my palm. “I’ll design the main house in a rustic way. In every room, people will feel the touch of nature. Outside, we can have a bar. I’m thinking an open bar for summer and spring, but maybe a closed one too,” she stops when I move my fingers against her clit.
“I’m all ears, darlin’,” I smirk.
Shaking her head, she turns her head to what she’s showing me, but I don’t miss the way she rocks on my palm.
“You’re selling the products you have here in town. I think we can put a small store here for your visitors and clients to purchase from. Trust me, city people love organic stuff.” She stops talking when I intensify the pressure.
“You’re so distracting,” she whisper-moans.
“Are you complaining?”
“No.”
I smirk. “Good. Then continue, please.”
Clearing her throat, she looks at her notes to gather her thoughts again.
“Okay. I saw the farm where you grow vegetables. Next to it, we can put an empty place, and your clients can grow the seeds they buy from your store here. If they put the seeds in the ground themselves, they’ll definitely want to come again to check on them, you know? More business for you.”
Moving my fingers between her folds, I push two fingers inside.
“God,” she breathes out, resting her head on my shoulder while letting me finger fuck her.
“Are you distracted, Princess?” I taunt her.