The Outlaw Lovers

by Jan Springer

  Dare she break his heart?

  But she had to. If they were ever going to have a future, she needed to tell him.

  Do it now, Callie! her mind urged. Do it now, before he finds out on his own and never forgives you.

  Tell him everything or she would slowly go insane with these lies between them.

  Biting her bottom lip, she turned the doorknob and shakily stepped inside the cabin.

  Her mouth dropped open at the erotic sight.

  Luke stood in front of the woodstove, frying some scrambled eggs in a frying pan.

  And he was totally naked.

  Oh. My. Gosh.

  His ass cheeks were wonderfully plump and she resisted the urge to lave her tongue over those masculine cheeks.

  He must have heard her come in for he turned around and smiled sweetly. Almost too sweetly.

  Uneasiness slipped through her and her breath backed up in her lungs.

  “Oh, look what the cat dragged in,” he said.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Cooking you breakfast.”

  “Without any clothes?”

  “When a woman makes a man’s clothes disappear, he gets some interesting ideas and has certain expectations.”

  Certain expectations? Her pussy throbbed wildly.

  “I did the laundry down in the pond this morning. I have your clothes hanging out on the line. They should be dry soon,” she explained.

  “The laundry. What a lovely wifely duty.”

  Her heart picked up speed at his remark.

  He continued stirring the eggs and she couldn’t help but notice the golden glint on his finger.

  Oh, my!

  He’d found the wedding rings in the underwear drawer.

  He settled the frying pan on the nearby countertop and turned around. A dark fire of lust ignited inside her pussy as she got a full frontal view of his massive erection.

  She could only stare as he drew closer, holding out his hand. Her wedding ring glittered in his palm.

  “I think you forgot to tell me something.”

  “You remembered?”

  “Bits and pieces. The holes in the ceiling kind of prodded me into the right direction.”

  Thank goodness, one of the secrets was finally out in the open.

  “Please, let me explain.”

  “I’m all ears.” He took another step toward her.

  “Um…well, when you woke up and didn’t say anything I thought you’d been too drunk to remember.”

  “You could have told me.”

  “I didn’t think you’d believe me. I thought…you might think I was looking for an excuse for us to be together,” she said, quite aware that he was now standing right in front of her in all his naked glory, pure masculine heat radiated off him and slammed into her in erotic waves.

  His eyes darkened, whether it was with lust or anger, or a combination of both, she wasn’t sure. Whatever it was he’d never looked at her quite this way before.

  It made her flesh burn with want and at the same time, it made fear shimmy through her.

  She took a step backward and her butt smacked against the closed door.

  “Give me your left hand,” he growled.

  She held out her hand and watched breathlessly as he slid the smooth ring onto her finger.

  “With this ring I thee wed,” he said.

  Quickly, he let go of her hand.

  Muscles bulged in his arms as he raised them and placed his hands on the wall on each side of her, effectively trapping her.

  He lowered his head and his warm lips touched her neck. The sensual touch almost had her knees buckling.

  “We haven’t had our wedding night yet,” he whispered.

  “We…last night.”

  “Not the same. I didn’t know we were married then. I want a proper consummation of our wedding night and I want it my way, and I want it now.”

  His teeth nipped sharply at her neck.

  She yelped at the erotic pain.

  He kissed the area where he’d just bitten, taking away the hurt.

  “But first, I’m going to give you a dose of punishment for lying to me.”

  “I…I didn’t lie about us…I…simply avoided telling you.”

  She cried out as he planted a teasing nibble along a sensitive spot between her shoulder blade and neck.

  “Avoiding the truth is just as good as lying, Callie. Lift up your arms, sweetheart. We’re going to start the punishment phase.”

  Excitement roared through her at his whispered command. She did as he asked and raised her arms into the air.

  His hot hands slid along her belly and he lifted her shirt.

  “I want you naked, Callie. I want to hear your wild cries as I make love to you like a man makes love to his wife.”

  Her shirt pushed up higher and her braless breasts spilled free.

  A split second later, her shirt was off and Luke was staring at her breasts.

  His eyes sparked with lusty heat. His breathing was heavy and tortured. He smelled of perspiration and wild sex.

  “My wife has the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen. Not too big. Not too small. Nice and plump with nipples so large I can nibble on them all day. But first I have to punish you for lying to me.”

  His hands intertwined with hers and he pulled her toward the bed. His eyes were darker than she’d ever seen them before. The exotic sight made intense sensations flood her.

  When they reached the bed, he dropped her hands. “Take off your pants and your underwear. I want you on the bed, on your hands and knees so I can administer your punishment.”

  Callie blinked at his instruction.

  On the bed? On her hands and knees?

  What in the world did he have in store for her?

  He moved over to the kitchen area and busied himself with something. The thought of going over to see what he was up to was so great she almost did it but at that instant he looked at her over his shoulder, sexual hunger blazing in his eyes.

  “Do it now, Callie. Hands and knees on the bed, ass facing me.”

  His voice dripped with lust and Callie hurried to do his bidding.

  What was he planning to do to her? Spank her like she was some bad little girl?

  Oh, please. If he did that she’d burst out laughing.

  When she was totally naked she climbed onto the bed and did as he asked.

  No sooner had she gotten into the required position, his warm hands smoothed a sensual caress over the curves of her ass cheeks.

  “That feels wonderful,” she hissed. “Yet it seems an unusual form of punishment.”

  “More to come.”

  His strong hands settled over both sides of her hips and he held tight. His hot breath whispered against the crack of her ass and a new urgency raced through her.

  Was he going to go down on her?

  His next words answered her.

  “Your pussy lips are so pink and you smell so sweet, I could just devour you in one sitting.”

  The instant the burning tip of his tongue parted her labia she jerked in response, crying out her need.

  “You’re already soaked,” he chuckled against her pussy. “I’ve always loved the way you creamed so easily.”

  “That’s because my pussy loves you.”

  He gave her pussy another slow teasing lick, expertly missing her engorged clitoris. The roughness of his long tongue lapping her flesh in that one long stroke had her spreading her legs wider and her quivering pussy begging for more.

  “Your pussy loves my cock and my tongue, and my fingers,” he whispered, “But what about the rest of you? Do you love me?”

  “Of course I do.”

  “Then show me with your body. Say that you love me. Say you love me with your very soul. That you’ll do anything so we can stay together.”

  She wanted to say all those things, but his tongue was working its dark magic against her engorged clitoris making her moan instead. His hot breath seared
her swollen flesh, his moist lips sucking at her drenched labia with strong, powerful motions that left her speechless.

  He circled her rigid clit, dabbing at it playfully and alternately pulling her blistering labia into his mouth one at a time, fondling each pink lip until they burned with fire. His dangerous torture had her arching her butt against his mouth, had her thighs trembling with sexual tension. A tension that was building so quickly she could only cry out in frustration with her need to climax.

  “Luke!” she managed to moan.

  “Tell me, my sweet. Tell me how much you love me.”

  “I…oh!” His tongue dipped into her cavern driving her to the brink of begging him to stick his cock inside her.

  Suckling noises split the air. Her muscles clenched around his welcome invasion and her juices traveled down her vagina into his mouth.

  Soon her vagina was like an inferno begging to be doused.

  “Luke, please fuck me,” she begged.

  “Not yet,” he said as he pulled his mouth away from her trembling pussy. “I’ve got a surprise for you. Something I wanted to introduce you to on our wedding night. And since we’re married now…” his words trailed off.

  Her heart swelled painfully at his words. Made a tingle of guilt seep into her pleasure. She pushed it aside.

  Later! She’d tell him the truth later!

  For now, she needed to enjoy this. Needed to enjoy Luke’s torturous attention. For it could very well be their last time together.

  The gentle scent of her comfrey salve drifted to her nostrils and she heard him rubbing his hands together.

  “What…what are you doing?”

  “Don’t look. I want this to be a surprise.”

  His hands were on her ass now. Generously smoothing the greasy salve over the curves of her ass cheeks, his palms leaving a trail of slippery fire wherever he touched. Her eyes widened and she almost mounted a protest when a finger lodged at her tight little nether hole.

  But she changed her mind the instant he gently dipped inside.

  He’d lubed his finger and it slid in easily.

  She groaned as her tight anal muscles clenched wickedly around his digit.

  It was an awesome feeling having him where no one had gone before. A feeling she rather enjoyed.

  Was this what he meant by punishment? Was he going to finger-fuck her ass? She was virgin down there. She’d never even thought about having him do her there with his finger, until now.

  He moved slowly, dipping in and out. Filling her deeper with his lubed finger each time.

  “You like?”

  “Oh, my!” she gasped as he inserted a second finger. “It’s different.”

  “Enjoyable?”

  She nodded as her asshole tensed, then relaxed and quickly accepted the second intrusion.

  Tears of pleasure-pain zipped into her eyes. An oddly sensual tingle slithered up her neck, too.

  His two fingers continued a slow erotic thrust and Callie closed her eyes and relaxed into the sensual rhythm.

  The sucking noises of her ass protesting his exit split the air and intermingled with the whimpers of her arousal as he slid his lubed fingers deeper and deeper with each thrust.

  Then something smooth, and foreign lodged at her rear hole.

  Her eyes popped wide open in surprise as he inserted something.

  “Luke? What is it?”

  “A butt plug,” his voice sounded darkly aroused.

  “Where…oh, sweet mercy.” The plug was penetrating deep. It was larger than his two fingers. Much larger. Her muscles constricted against the erotic invasion and she forced herself to relax, allowing it to sink into her.

  “Where did you get it?” she managed to ask.

  “Bought it years ago for us. Forgot about it until I was searching for something to wear. Remembered I’d stashed it in a bottom drawer. There are other things I bought, too.”

  “Like?” Pleasure-pain burned her ass now as the butt plug finally stopped and her anal ring trapped it inside her.

  “You’ll find out soon enough.” He gave her ass a sharp swat and she yelped from the burn. “Stay here for a minute. Don’t remove the butt plug and don’t peek.”

  “What have you got in mind for me, Luke Outlaw?” she mumbled beneath her breath as she kept her eyes glued straight to the wall and listened to him doing something else in the kitchen.

  The sticky essence of wet vaginal juices stained her inner thighs. Her legs continued to tremble from sexual tension and her vagina felt so distressed at not having been penetrated by his cock that she could just scream bloody murder.

  But her ass?

  Now that was a different story.

  Her ass hummed.

  Clenched with arousal.

  Simmered with such an exquisite ache that every muscle stretched around the butt plug.

  A butt plug that seemed so big she wondered if he’d shoved a bat up her ass.

  Not to mention she wanted to come so bad she was nearly in tears, and ready to start masturbating if he didn’t hurry the hell up with what he was doing.

  Her clit engorged.

  The knot of nerves were raw and pounding, full of blood as a result of his velvety-rough tongue’s seductive ministrations.

  Her labia was puffed and swollen.

  The only thing that felt neglected were her breasts.

  She pouted.

  Perhaps if she sat on her haunches and played with her nipples?

  A sharp smack to her rear made her straighten to attention.

  “Don’t even think about it, sweet stuff.”

  “Oh, come on, Luke, I’m in agony here.”

  “The punishment should fit the crime,” he soothed.

  The mattress moved as he climbed onto the bed beside her.

  Without warning, his finger flicked her nipple.

  “Ouch! That hurts.” But she loved the fiery pain and there was a similar sensation that zipped through her pussy at the same time.

  She looked over at him and her heart thumped out of control at the sensual way he looked at her.

  He grinned back and flicked her other dangling nipple.

  “Do you love me?”

  “I love you,” she breathed.

  “Show me. Show me how much you love me, Callie.”

  “What…what do you mean?”

  “Keep your eyes straight ahead and just go with the pleasure-pain. Enjoy what else I’m going to do.”

  “What else are you going to do?”

  He didn’t answer but his head tilted slightly as if he was telling her to follow his instructions.

  She breathed out a frustrated breath and kept her eyes glued to the wall.

  He began an intense flicking at her nipples, the pressure got harder and harder until they were two painful tips of raw agony.

  Fire raced through her breasts.

  She could actually feel them swelling and hardening with desire.

  Then he did something wonderful.

  Gently smearing some warm comfrey salve onto her burning nubs, his fingers massaged her aching points so erotically that his sensual touch turned the fiery pain into something else, something electrical and fiercely arousing.

  She dipped her shoulders back allowing her breasts to dangle even more freely.

  “That feels so wonderful.”

  He grunted in response.

  His breathing was harsh now.

  And her breaths were just as harsh and matching his.

  Then a sharp pinch and a heaviness hanging off one of her nipples.

  Then her nipple began a slow erotic burn.

  She resisted looking.

  She knew exactly what he was doing. Placing nipple clamps on her.

  A moment later, the same thing happened to her other nipple.

  A sharp pinch, a heaviness and then a slow erotic burn.

  “You like your wedding presents?” he said as he climbed away from her and returned to her backend.

  “I love m
y wedding presents,” she said and breathed into the pleasure-pain engulfing both breasts.

  They sure didn’t feel neglected anymore.

  “I want to fuck you now, Callie. I want to fuck your pretty little pussy, but first I have to do one more thing.”

  A sharp sting smacked across her ass.

  He was spanking her?

  The bastard!

  “Your punishment for not telling me about our marriage.”

  He smacked her ass harder and her eyes widened in shock as a strange arousal shifted through her lower abdomen and straight into her vagina.

  My! Earlier she thought she’d laugh if he spanked her.

  This erotic pleasure was nothing to laugh at.

  What followed had Callie gasping and crying out as each sharp smack of his palm landed against her sensitive ass cheeks. With every slap, her ass muscles clenched erotically around the butt plug. With each smack, more juices dripped between her thighs.

  When he finally stopped, she was gasping at both the sweet, hot pain flaming her ass and the erotic pleasure screaming through the rest of her.

  Her arms were weakening and perspiration dotted her flushed skin.

  “Sweet heavens, Luke, I love you, but I can’t take anymore of this punishment.”

  “Did it hurt to say it?”

  His rigid cockhead lodged at her pussy entrance.

  “Say what?” she growled, sexual frustration building.

  He entered her in one swift plunge.

  She sucked in her breath through her teeth, and bucked against his hard impalement.

  “You know what,” he ground out, withdrawing his shaft and thrusting hard into her.

  His fingers were at her clit, massaging quickly, rubbing hard, rapidly bringing back her pleasure.

  An agony of vibrations ripped through her. She grew anxious at the raw intensity of it. Grew frustrated at the perfectly timed rhythm, as if he wouldn’t bring her release until she told him what he wanted to hear.

  Frantically, she thought back to what she’d said. Then it clicked.

  She smiled.

  Son of a bitch.

  “I love you, Luke Outlaw!” she cried out.

  Those were the magic words.

  His control disintegrated.

  He plunged deeper than he’d ever thrust before and she shattered.

  Waves of ecstasy overloaded her.

  She jerked as she exploded.

  The sultry sensations making her cry out, making her dig her fingers into the mattress while he thrust into her good and hard.