by Diane Leyne
“Do I have time for a shower?”
Quin froze, trying not to think about the fact that it was Blake’s scent she needed to shower off her. But she was here and she was going out with him now and he was not going to act like a jealous ass. He was going to win her over with his charming personality and his big cock. He was going to convince her to pick him or at least pick them both. He could deal with that. He could even enjoy that. So he’d swallow his jealousy and woo her the best way he knew how.
He pasted a grin on his face and stood up, turning off the television and setting the remote gently on the coffee table.
“Not a problem. Why don’t I go to Candy’s and get our food packed away in my saddle bags? You shower and change and be waiting on the step for me when I get back.”
“And what if I’m not ready?”
“Then I’ll come in and carry you down and set you on the bike wearing whatever it is you have on, so if you don’t want to flash the neighbours, I suggest you get a move on!” Then he kissed her cheek and walked out the door and down the steps before he lost it and threw her down on the couch and fucked her cross-eyed until she admitted she was his.
* * * *
Jules stood in her living room listening to the roar of the motorcycle as Quin drove off in a spray of gravel. What the hell had that been about? He tried to act all sweet and calm but he was upset about something. Angry? Furious? Jealous?
Shit! He was jealous of Blake, green-eyed with jealousy. He’d claimed to be okay with her dating them both, but seeing her do the walk of shame was a different matter completely. Maybe she should end it right now, before it went any further, because she knew if she went somewhere alone with him, they were going to have sex. She knew it. He knew it. He knew she knew it.
The question was, since last night with Blake had been so amazing, did she want to spend the day with Quin? Judging by the number of butterflies fluttering in her stomach now and the throbbing in her clit, she’d say the answer was yes.
She checked her watch. Damn. She ran up the stairs and took a shower in record time. The she went into her bedroom to pick out something to wear. Jeans and sneakers? She’d wanted to look nicer than that after their casual lunch yesterday, but they were going somewhere on his motorcycle and having a picnic which meant they were spending the day outside. She dressed quickly in a thong and tight jeans that had strategic holes in the knee and just below her right ass cheek. The she debated a bra for about two minutes before putting on a sexy black push-up bra and a tight white tank top over it. She pulled on a pair of ankle socks and slid her feet into her favourite pair of black-and-white Chuck Taylor sneakers.
Checking herself out in the mirror, she liked what she saw. Her bra definitely showed through and her cleavage was spectacular. She grabbed a small backpack and added her wallet and some sunscreen. She added a pair of sunglasses and looked around but couldn’t think of anything else she needed.
Just then, she heard the sound of Quin’s Harley approaching and hurried down the stairs. She grabbed her keys off the end table and locked the door behind her before jogging down the porch steps and over to where Quin was waiting for her. He looked at his muscular thighs gripping the bike and the way his broad shoulders strained against the fabric of his T-shirt.
She walked closer and wished she could see his eyes, but they were covered by the reflective visor of his helmet. He handed her a helmet and she slid it on and then threw her leg over the seat of the bike, wrapping her arms around his waist.
She could feel his taut muscles flexing under her hands and pulled closer, pressing her right cheek against his back.
* * * *
She’d thought she was aroused before she got on the bike, but she hadn’t expected the feeling of the engine vibrating between her legs. She was on the edge of coming by the time Quin pulled off the main road and manoeuvered carefully down a farm road for about a mile before pulling over and parking. Reluctantly, Jules swung her leg off the bike, took her helmet off and waited.
“Like it?”
“Oh, yes.”
Quin laughed and suddenly he felt far happier than he had earlier at her place. It was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He swung his leg of the bike, walked over to her, placed his big hands on either side of her face, leaned down and gave her the softest, sweetest, most heartfelt kiss she’d ever received. He kissed her with a reverence and a promise that made her go weak in the knees. Then the kiss slowly changed. His hands moved, one to the back of her head and the other to her lower back, and he held her tight as hunger entered his kiss. His mouth opened, his tongue demanded entrance and then duelled with hers, dominating and arousing her in equal measures. Her knees sagged and he held her up and lifted his mouth from hers.
Then he stepped back, opened the small storage compartment of the bike. He pulled out a bag, handing it to Jules. Then he lifted the saddlebags from the bike, threw them over his shoulder. He grabbed her hand, and led her along a well-marked path that she was very familiar with as it led to her favorite swimming place ever. They were at the edge of the foothills, and she knew there was a small waterfall and a wonderful pond for swimming. The water was cold but it would be refreshing in the hot sun. She had not packed a swimsuit since Quin hadn’t mentioned swimming. She smiled to herself. Obviously he expected them to skinny dip and that was fine with her.
Ten minutes of easy walking later, they reached the glade. It had been several months since she’d been there and she was surprised at just how dry the land was, with the grasses brown and dying. They needed rain and they needed it badly. She knew that the crops in the area must be dying, too, not that there was a lot of commercial production around, but there was cattle, and they needed to eat.
But then they arrived. She turned toward Quin.
“My favourite place in the world. How did you know?”
“I asked Doc.”
“Seriously? And he told you?”
“Yeah, he’s a great guy, dammit. But I don’t want to talk about Doc right now. Today is about you and me. Let’s just pretend we are the only two people in the world.”
He reached out and ran a hand down her hip and then around to her ass and lower, fingering the hole in her jeans, stroking her skin.
“I like these jeans. Easy access.”
She laughed and batted his hand away. Things were going a little fast. She’d known Blake for two years. She hadn’t even known Quin a week, but she wanted him and badly, something she wouldn’t have thought possible after the amount of sex she’d just had with Blake.
This wasn’t like her at all. She never ever dated two guys at the same time, let alone slept with them. Hell, she’d been pretty much celibate for two years, except for her trusty vibrator. On the other hand, they both knew about each other, so it wasn’t like she was cheating or anything. Quin was right. They should just pretend they were the only two people in the world today.
“You didn’t mention bringing a swimsuit.”
“Shy?”
Jules smiled and pulled her tank over her head.
* * * *
Quin felt his jaw drop and his cock rise. He thought she looked unbelievably sexy with that wicked black bra showing through her thin white tank, but now without it, all he could think about was getting those amazing tits in his hands and squeezing until she moaned with pleasure.
Next she kicked off her shoes and socks before unzipping her jeans. He was paralyzed as he watched, frozen motionless like a stone statue as she reached back, and then her bra was on the ground with the rest of her clothes and he was looking at her magnificent tits. They were full and round and looked like they would overflow in his hands.
But she wasn’t done. She turned until her back was facing him, giving him a good look at her butt which was completely exposed by her thong. Then she hooked her fingers under the waistband and pulled them down.
Turn, again, please turn again. He was dying to see if she’d been teasing or if she’d really waxed her pussy, but she
didn’t. Instead, she dove into the water and away from him. For another few seconds, he remained motionless, and then he started ripping his own clothes off. He was so overwhelmed with the need to get naked that he forgot to remove his boots, and fell on his ass as he tried to pull his pants off over his footwear.
He heard Jules’s peals of laughter and he had to admit that he probably looked pretty funny sitting on the ground almost completely naked with his pants and boxer briefs around his ankles. Chuckling, he undid the laces and pulled his boots off, followed by his pants and shorts.
Then he stood up and moved to the bank of the pond, pausing to give her a good look at his erect cock, palming it, tugging on it a couple of times before he dove in after her.
* * * *
“Son of a bitch! Holy shit this water is cold!”
Jules started laughing harder. “It’s mountain water. What did you expect?”
She stopped laughing when he swam over to her, reached up and dunked her.
She came up sputtering and splashed him in the face. “Bastard!”
“Yes, I am!” He grinned, pulled her up against him, locked arms around her and kissed her hard on the mouth. When he pulled away, Jules reached up and caressed his cheek. She moved her hand up to the top of his head and pushed him under. Then she struck out for shore, cleaving strongly through the water, hauling herself up onto the bank and stepping back as Quin followed close behind.
She toweled herself off with her T-shirt and watch warily as he walked toward her. She should be looking at his face, but her attention was drawn to his cock and balls which were drawn up tightly against his body. They looked so cold and shrunken.
“They are cold and trying to crawl up into my body.” He laughed unselfconsciously.
“Well, then let me help warm them up.” When he was in front of her, she dropped to her knees and reached out a hand, smiling at his surprise. She carefully cupped his balls before reaching out with her tongue to lave them with her warmth. After a couple of strokes with her tongue, she gently sucked one and then the other into her mouth.
Quin moaned his approval and she tongued one and then the other. She didn’t neglect his cock, reaching for it with her other hand and gently running her hand up and down the shaft, gratified by the way it grew and stiffened under her touch.
“Your mouth. Please, put my cock in our mouth.”
With a grin, Jess moved her mouth away from his balls and licked her way up his cock, until she reached the head. She licked across the slit which was already weeping pre-cum.
“Mmm. Delicious.” She opened her mouth and took the large head into her mouth, closing her lips around it and sucking lightly. She heard Quin’s moan and sucked harder. She tightened her grip and tugged downward, and she pulled her mouth up and off his cock. Then she did it again and again. She added a second hand and started a rhythm of pulling down with one hand at a time while she sucked hard on his cock head.
He felt him reach down and tangle his hands in her hair.
“Relax your jaw and drop your hands,” he ordered, and she obeyed, wanting to take him deep. She wasn’t sucking him off now. He was fucking her mouth, slightly out of control, and she revelled in the feeling that she’d driven him to that state. She relaxed and let him move, taking a breath when he pulled back and trying to relax as he pushed in deeper and deeper until she could feel his wiry pubic hair against her nose on his down strokes.
She reached up to cup his balls, heard his groan, and felt them draw up. That was all the notice she had before he pushed deep one more time, and then he was coming, shooting rope after rope of hot cum right down her throat. When he finally pulled out, she kept up the suction, cleaning him off until finally his cock head came out with a popping sound.
She sat back on her heels and looked up at him with a grin. He reached down and pulled her up to her feet.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m famished!”
“Well, I just had a snack, but I can always eat!”
Chapter 8
Jules lay back on the blanket that Quin had brought with him. She was replete. Yes, that was the word. Replete. She was so full she thought she’d burst. Candy had packed enough for a half-dozen people and she’d steadily eaten her way through the fried chicken, hamburger, macaroni salad, potato salad, and veggie plate. She hadn’t ventured a look at the desert package. She’d have to relax and digest for a while, but she had hopes of either chocolate cake or maybe homemade cookies or even apple pie. She sighed and closed her eyes as Quin tidied up.
He had been the perfect host all afternoon, not letting her help with anything. He’d poured her some lemonade. He’d filled her plate with the choicest morsels. He’d even fed her by hand after tying her hands behind her back. In his own way, he was just as dominant as Blake, maybe even more so. After they’d eaten, he’d untied her hands and blindfolded her before helping her to lie down, before spreading her legs wide and ordering her to take a nap while he tidied up.
She’d actually dozed a bit as she lay in the shady spot under the tree, waiting until he was ready for her. She heard him bustling around but she couldn’t tell what he was doing and she couldn’t be bothered removing the blindfold to find out. She felt a surge of emotion that she couldn’t identify. While she was waiting for him to finish what he was doing, she thought about what she felt. It couldn’t be love, could it? She hardly knew him. It had to be lust. But she was sure it was more than that.
Clearly she’d been sex deprived for so long that she was losing her mind. She’d spent half her life pining for Owen and now she was imagining herself in love with two men, neither of them Owen. Clearly the sudden surge in orgasms was affecting her mind.
Suddenly the sound of his activities stopped and she wondered what he was going to do next.
She didn’t have to wait long to find out, though, as he straddled her legs, but he didn’t do next what she expected. She felt him leaning down over her, his hard cock pressing against her abdomen, but then she felt him looping something over her right wrist and then the left. Then he shifted and looped something over each ankle. Then he bustled around some more and she realized that the wrist and ankle straps were connected to something immovable as she felt her wrists and ankles pulled taut, but not to a painful degree.
“You’ve staked me to the ground?” She wasn’t sure whether she was outraged or so turned on she was ready to come at the first touch on her clit. Experimentally, she tested the bonds. He’d pulled them snugly so she had little play, but not so tight that anything hurt. He’d also spread her legs wide so that she could feel the air swirling against her clit but nothing else.
“Yes. I had to use what was at my disposal. One day soon I’m going to take you into the club, the one in the back of Whips and Spurs, and strap you down to one of the spanking benches, but this will work for now. You are completely at my mercy.”
“Club? Spanking benches? You never go to the club. Not once.”
“You’ve been watching me, have you? Maybe wishing I went in…with you?”
He ran a possessive hand down from her breast to her pussy. Then he reached up and removed the blindfold.
“I want to be able to see your face the first time I fuck you. As far as the club goes, I didn’t have a sub I wanted to play with before.” He hunkered down beside her. “I’m more about control than inflicting extreme pain, but I will enjoy turning your ass red on a regular basis. And remember, I’m a cowboy, which means I’m comfortable using a crop, and I’m a Dom, so I plan to be using one on you. Are you okay with that?”
“Yes!” The word came out almost as a squeak as his hand dipped between her legs and he pinched her clit hard, causing jolts of pain and desire to shoot through her.
“Yes what?” He smacked her clit lightly.
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s better, subbie.” He stroked her now, his fingers moving lightly on her clit and nowhere else. She writhed against her bonds. He wasn’t stroking hard enough, thou
gh. She moaned.
“Harder, please, harder, Quin.”
“Now where did I put my crop?” He patted his pockets as if he were looking for something.
“Just how small is that crop of yours?”
He slapped her pussy lightly again and laughed at her frustrated expression.
“I seem to have left it at home. I guess I’ll have to make due.” He smacked her clit a little more sharply this time.
“More, dammit!”
“What was that?” He went back to his gentle touches and Jules wanted to cry with frustration.
“Sir, please, Sir, I need to come.”
“You’ll come when I say you can, subbie.” He leaned over her, his grin wide and wicked, as he resumed gently stroking her clit. “What did I say yesterday at lunch that I liked to do to naughty subs?”
“I, uh…” His touch was so soft that she couldn’t get enough friction to come, but he was driving her arousal up through the stratosphere.
Laughing, he moved his hand down lower. “Let me remind you, subbie. I like to take them to the edge and keep them there until they beg me to let them come. And then…”
“And then you force them to come over and over until they beg you to stop.”
“Good girl. I’m not going to do that to you today, subbie. I prefer something a bit more comfortable, because to do proper orgasm torture takes hours and hours…”
Jules nearly came on the spot at the thought of being tied down and tortured by Quin for hours. “Oh, Sir. Please!”
“Well, since you ask so nicely.” He moved so that he was lying between her legs and she felt him sliding a big finger inside her pussy, then a second one. His breath was hot on her clit.
“Come whenever you want to. No need to ask permission. This time.”
There was something about the way he said those last two words that almost shot her over the edge.
And then his mouth was on her clit and his fingers were moving inside her and Jules did explode, her orgasm hitting her like a truckload of fireworks. The world went bright and dark and then she stopped seeing and just felt as he kept sucking and finger fucking, and each time her orgasm seemed to ease, he changed up what he was doing and she was flying again.