Southern Seduction

by Alcorn, N. A.

"I'm getting you out of here." He continues to sneak through the parking lot, pulling me behind him.

  He stops beside a brand-spanking-new pickup truck. It's typical redneck in the sense that it’s jacked up with huge mud tires, but not many boys around here can afford something this nice. Oh yeah, this guy is definitely overcompensating for something. And since he is sexy as sin, I'm going to assume he is lacking in the pants.

  He swings open the door, revealing an immaculate interior. Everything is top of the line, from the leathers seat to the built-in navigation, right down to the custom stereo system.

  "Jesus, how small is your dick?" I ask, climbing inside.

  "Well, I haven't exactly measured it, but I'd be happy to let you take a peek if you'd like."

  "Would I need tweezers and a magnifying glass to see it?" I ask, causing him let out a loud laugh.

  "You know, if I wasn't helping you escape your whack-job sister, I might be offended right now."

  "Shit, you’re right. Get me out of here, and I'll insult your package somewhere else."

  "Now how can a man turn down an offer like that?" He climbs into the truck and drives out of the parking lot.

  "Where are we going?" I ask Hunter after a few minutes of driving. I live in a small town, where crime is predominately limited to cattle theft, but it's not completely impossible that this man is a country psychopath who is going to take me into the woods and kill me.

  "Where do you want to go?" He smiles over at me without taking his eyes off the road.

  "Can you just take me home? I live just off Montgomery Street. I'll get Lydia to take me back for my car tomorrow."

  "No problem, sugar."

  I internally groan at his ridiculous term of endearment. "Thanks, Gramps."

  He laughs. "Speaking of, you never answered my question. How old are you?"

  "Twenty-two."

  "Really? You look like a kid! I'm going to need to see some ID, and I'm not talking about the fake one you use to get into bars."

  "And what exactly am I going to be doing that requires me to be carded first?"

  "Absolutely nothing until I see an ID."

  "Oh good, then I definitely won't be showing you," I say, staring at the window.

  "Please just tell me you're at least eighteen."

  "I'm twenty-two," I repeat. "Why the hell is age so important to you anyway?"

  "I'm twenty-four and you look like you're seventeen. The last thing I want to do is pick you up from high school on Friday afternoons."

  "What the hell are you talking about? You are taking me to my apartment and dropping me off. I can get my own ride home from school on Friday." I pause and watch his eyes go wide before I continue, "You know, if I hadn't graduated four years ago!"

  I know I look young. My entire life, everyone has told me that—even when I was young. I'm five foot three with a petite figure and a baby face. I'm sure I'll appreciate those things one day, but for now, it's kind of annoying. I try to make myself look more my age, but obviously it doesn't help. My blond hair is cut into an angled bob and I have a few dark stripes around my face that make my hazel eyes pop. My solid B-cups don't help my case either, so I have the girls tucked into very padded push-up bra tonight.

  "You're really twenty-two?"

  "Are you really asking this question again?" I huff. "Yes, I am twenty-two!"

  "You want to grab some food before I take you home?" he asks, suddenly changing the subject.

  My head snaps over to his. "What? Why?"

  "Um, because I'm hungry? I figured that would be obvious by the whole 'grab some food' thing."

  "You don't even know my name, you thought I was still in high school, and you helped me escape my crazy-ass sister. And now you want to buy me dinner?"

  "You forgot the part where you rudely assumed I have a small cock." He winks and pulls into the all-night diner parking lot.

  "I still stand by that too. You're hot as fuck and drive a truck like this... Your dick must be microscopic."

  He begins laughing. "Or maybe I just like to ride in a nice truck with my disgustingly huge cock. Ever think of that?"

  "Right. Whatever helps you sleep at night." I go to open the door when he grabs my arm.

  "Lacey, just so you know, I do know your name. I also have every intention of showing you exactly how right I am tonight. I knew it from the moment you stalked me across the bar. What you don't know is I spotted you long before you saw me. Now, if you will just swear to me you are really twenty-two and I'm not going to end up in jail for tearing that shirt off your body, I would greatly appreciate it."

  Very slowly, I reach into my bra and remove my driver’s license, never taking my eyes off his. He takes it from my hand and gives it a quick glance-over before tossing it over his shoulder into the back seat.

  "Perfect," he says, launching himself across the truck. He doesn't waste a second grabbing my head and slamming his mouth into mine.

  I'm usually the aggressor in sexual situations. I like to be in control, but in this minute, I am all too happy to let Hunter Coy have his way with me. His hand instantly snakes up my shirt, pulling my bra down so he can palm my bare breast. His warm hands roughly squeeze, causing a moan to escape and a smile to spread across his face.

  "You’re going to have to do better than that. I like it rough," I encourage him.

  "Oh, you mean like this?" He drops his head to my chest and sucks my nipple into his mouth. It's not a sensual suck. It’s almost painful, but I love every second of it. He reaches behind me and snaps my bra open, allowing him more room to play.

  A car pulls up beside us. Hunter tries to move away, but I stop him first. "Where the hell are you going? This just got interesting.”

  "Lacey, they could be watching. I'm not flashing them your boobs."

  "Your truck is at least fifteen inches higher than that car. They would need a ladder to see in here, and if they are that dedicated to watching us, they deserve a decent show." I drag my tongue up his neck.

  "Shit, okay. Can we at least take this to the back seat? It's a bench and doesn't have this damn console in the middle."

  "Yes, please. God bless the extended cab!" I exclaim, diving over the seat.

  "Are you sure you're not seventeen? You seem entirely too excited for car sex. Should I remind you that we are two adults who both have a bed where we could fuck for hours?" he asks, raising a questioning eyebrow.

  "But then there wouldn't be perverts on a ladder watching us," I respond, making him laugh once again.

  "Good point," he says, stepping out of the truck.

  I rip my shirt over my head as he opens the back door in order to get back in, but he stops before climbing up. He does a quick glance around behind him to make sure no one is watching. Besides the car parked on the other side of us, the parking lot is empty.

  He turns back to face me, and his eyes are filled with mischief. "Take those off. I want to watch for a minute. I saw you eye fucking me tonight when I walked in. Pretend this didn't work out and you went home alone. Show me what you would have done while thinking about me."

  Oh yeah, I'm going to give my cowboy the best fucking show of his life. I quickly drag my jeans down my thighs, purposely leaving on my hot pink thong. In the process, I turn away from him and rise to my knees, pushing my barely covered ass into his face.

  “How does a tiny girl like yourself have an ass this nice?” He glides a hand over each cheek.

  "Little help?" I shake my feet, signaling him to pull off my heels.

  He's still standing with the door open, but he reaches behind to pull it against his back, blocking out any possible onlookers. It would be easier if he would just get in and shut the door. But I know exactly what he's doing. The height of his truck places him at eye level with the back seat. I flip to my back and lie down across the seat. I spread my legs wide, resting one against the back glass and draping the other over the back of the front seat. Hunter lets out a rewarding moan.

  "Hey, Hunte
r?"

  "What's up, sugar?" he answers, never taking his eyes off my barely covered pussy.

  "Just so you know. I would never have gone home alone and done this while thinking about you." I push my hand into my panties and let out a sigh.

  "Yeah, you would have. You wanted me inside of you from the moment your little friend pointed me out. You would have done anything to get me in there, even if it was just your fingers and imagination."

  "Oh you are definitely right there." I push a finger inside my wet opening. "But I never would have done it to myself. I would have taken home the two guys who were following me around all night. Then imagined you while they took turns getting me off."

  "Both of them, huh?" he questions but still never looks at my face.

  "Yep. I'm a little greedy sometimes." I begin to move my hidden hand a little faster.

  "I can see that." He reaches forward, dragging my panties aside. "Apparently, I should have been more specific earlier. Get naked, Lacey."

  "Okay." I place both my legs on his shoulders and lift my hips off the seat. He takes the cue and pulls my thong down my legs, discarding it on the floor.

  Running his thumb over my folds, he says, "Well, surprise, surprise. I would have guessed you kept this sexy pussy nice and trimmed, but to see you completely shaved..." He fades off, shaking his head.

  I move one foot down to his pants and rub, not so gently, against his surprisingly large hard-on. “I have to say, I’m impressed with the size of this.”

  “I have to say, I told you so,” he teases before thrusting a finger inside me.

  My back arches off the seat as he continues to work me with his hands. And let me tell you, Hunter is full of surprises, because for a hot guy, he isn’t lazy about this at all. He pulls out all the stops while taking his time to get me off. He shifts between gentle and rough, always keeping his thumb on my sensitive clit. But it’s his final move that sends me clear off the edge. Right as the orgasm starts to build, Hunter pushes his fingers deep inside and leans down, dragging his tongue over my clit, ending with a rough suck. I all but fly off the seat, sitting straight up as the orgasm ravages my body.

  “Holy shit. That was amazing,” I breathe out.

  “It was, wasn’t it?” He may be cocky, but I’m so sated I don’t even have it in me to tell him. “I’m kidding, but I’m also taking you back to my place. I have big plans for this pussy tonight, and I’m not doing it in the back seat of my truck.” He shuts the back door and climbs back into the driver’s seat.

  “Do I get a say in this?” I ask, dragging my shirt back over my head.

  “Absolutely. Would you like to come home with me, so I can show you what I can really do with my mouth?” Like I’m going to say no to that after what he just did to me.

  “Alright.” I pull on my jeans and climb back over the seat. “But I have a few rules. Rule number one—you don’t touch my head.” I lean over the center console as he starts the truck. I pull open his belt and unbutton his jeans.

  “Oh, Lacey, I like where you are going with this.” He props his arm on the passenger’s seat.

  “Rule number two—you keep your eyes open and on me when you come.”

  “You’re demanding,” he says with a huge grin on his face.

  “I absolutely am. Now, you think you can handle the rules?” I reach into his pants revealing a very nice hard cock. I was definitely wrong about Hunter.

  “I think I can manage.”

  “Good.” I quickly lean into his lap, taking his dick all the way down my throat.

  “Fucking shit!” he moans.

  “You’re not the only one who’s good with their mouth,” I say before taking him all the way down again. I work him over completely, and within three minutes, I have him coming in my mouth. I swallow like a champ and sit back up, wiping my mouth.

  “I love you!” he says jokingly while trying to catch his breath.

  “Don’t even play like that. This is two people fucking. Now that we are even, take me home so we can actually…well, fuck.” I move back to my seat and put on my seatbelt. Hunter sares at me for a minute with his mouth hanging open.

  “I’m coming on your tits tonight,” he blurts out, apparently searching for some sort of reaction.

  “Okay.” I shrug like it’s no big deal.

  “You might be the most amazing woman I have ever met.” He starts laughing and peels out of the parking lot.

  I sneak out of Hunter’s loft first thing in the morning. It was by far the best sex I have ever had, and I need to get away from him as fast as possible. He doesn't seem clingy, but they never do until they are stalking you down at work and blowing up your phone with "Where are you?" texts. It's just easier to sneak out without exchanging any information and leave it at what it was—one night.

  I reach the stairs and open the door to the barn. Surely there has to be a phone in there. My cell phone died at some point last night. If I were smart, I would have plugged it into Hunter’s charger, but I was a little too preoccupied to worry about my early morning escape. It’s such a rookie mistake that I’m even disappointed in myself.

  I slide the door open and squeeze inside. I step into the wide stable, complete with at least ten stalls on each side. At the very end of the concrete walkway, a horse is standing with a rope tied on each side of its halter. Thank god. Someone must be here, and they can point me in the direction of the closet phone and hopefully the number to a cab company.

  I turn back to slide the door closed behind me when it lets out a ridiculously loud creak, scaring every animal in the room—including me.

  A deep jagged voice growls, "Whoa! Easy girl," as the spooked horse struggles to break free. Thinking maybe I should just leave before I get trampled by an angry horse, I slide the barn door open again and try to make another escape. Once again, the door lets out a loud creak, sending the already scared horse into a complete panic. She manages to break her ties and bolts straight toward me.

  I have to say that I have been in some crazy situations over the years. Avoiding guys the morning after isn't always the easiest thing to do, but I've never had a twelve-hundred-pound horse charging at me before. Fat, ugly, pissed-off girlfriend? Sure. Horse? Never.

  Unable to get out the door, I quickly step to the side, pressing my back flat against the wall as the horse barrels past me. Just as she makes it out the door, I hear a loud, "What the fuck!" yelled from behind me. "Jose, get out here. Salty just took off. Grab a bucket of feed and see if you can catch her." He turns his attention to me. "Who the hell are you?"

  "Jesus, I almost just died. Can you tone it down a bit?!" I snap at him.

  "You didn't almost just die. That horse would have broken her own leg before running you over. She just got spooked because you opened that damn door. Didn't you see the sign?"

  "What sign?"

  "Okay, so you didn't see the sign. It's pretty hard to miss," he says, clearly annoyed.

  "What sign?" I shout again.

  "The one on the damn door. Who are you and what do you need? We aren't buying anything right now. The barn manager is Hunter Coy. Just call up here and talk to him next time instead of showing up and scaring the shit out of my pregnant mare." He stops long enough to drag his eyes down my body, finally noticing my low-cut shirt and the bra I never bothered to put back on hanging out of my back pocket. Well, I guess since he is checking me out, I can do the same.

  This angry man is beautiful. He's not sexy in the same way Hunter is. His good looks are much more subtle. He has brown hair that is slightly overgrown. The ends are feathered out under his tattered baseball cap. His icy blue eyes divert attention from his slightly crooked nose, which has obviously been broken once or twice in his life. His grey Henley is pulled tight across his defined chest and washed-out jeans ride low on his hips.

  I do the mandatory slide over his left hand to check for a wedding ring before flipping on the sex appeal.

  "I'm Lacey, and I was just looking for a phon
e to call a cab."

  His eyes rake back up my body until they meet my eyes. "How'd you get here if you don't have a car? This isn't exactly off the main road."

  "I caught a ride back with Hunter last night." My words cause him to openly laugh, and his laugh causes me to instantly go wet. Shit, this guy is way more than beautiful. He's cranky as fuck, but when he smiles, it’s panty drenching.

  "With Hunter, huh? You trying to escape before he wakes up?" He goes right back to his stoic exterior, but the glimmer in his eyes give him away. He's still laughing on the inside, and it’s still stunning.

  "Exactly. Now do you have a phone I could use?"

  "If he doesn't, I do." I look over to see Hunter standing with his arms crossed, leaning against the barn door. "Where you running off to, Lacey?"

  "Oh, I um... I just needed to get home. That's all." I bite my lip to keep myself from smiling. I never was any good at lying under pressure.

  "You didn't think to wake me up to take you home? I used four condoms on you last night, sugar. The least you could do is wake me up."

  I'm not shy by anyone’s stretch of the imagination. But listening to Hunter so blatantly talk about our—figurative and literal—romp in the hay last night in front of Sexy Horse Guy makes my eyes go wide.

  "What's wrong, Lacey? Already moving on?" He moves forward a few steps, looping one arm around waist while the other squeezes my breast. I should back away, but seriously, sex-on-legs Hunter ‘money bags’ Coy is squeezing my boob. Like I'm going to stop him. Let’s be realistic here. I may have wanted to run this morning, but he really was an amazing fuck last night. This whole little show now is even hotter.

  "I see you met Mason. Mason Wynn, this is Lacey Hamilton," he says, pulling me hard against his body.

  "We met. He was just yelling at me for scaring one of his horses," I tattle. Sure, I had every intention of letting this horse guy get me off once or twelve times a few minutes ago, but come on, this little testosterone show Hunter is giving right now is well worth passing it up.

  "Mason, is this true?" He never looks away from me.

  "Hell yeah it is! She scared Salty half to death coming in the creaky-ass back door!" Mason shouts even though we are less than two feet away and locked in a very sexual stare down. Hunter still has his hand on my breast, gently kneading, but Mason doesn't seem to notice in the least.