Conquering Love

by Willow Summers

She kissed him hard and turned him before backing up to the kitchen table. She sat up onto it and then lay back, letting go of his neck. She pulled her knees up before dropping them to the side, showing herself in all her glory.

  “Lick me,” she commanded in a sensual voice that would brook no argument.

  She wasn’t going to get one.

  He spread her wide and ran his tongue up her center, tasting her and then reaching down to stroke his cock at the same time. He entered her with a finger, and then used a second when she moaned in ecstasy. Moving his tongue in small circles, he moved up to her nub before sucking it in, and then pulsing his suction. His fingers matched his mouth, feeling her clutch his hair and writhe under him at the same time. He worked faster, plunging his fingers in as he sucked, working his cock at the same time. Her hips rolled in little circles before her moans got louder.

  “Yes, Greg. Oh yes. Fuck me with your fingers.”

  He groaned again, hearing her talk dirty sent him to a place where thoughts didn’t exist. Control fled.

  He picked her up off the table and carried her into the living room. He laid her down on the sheepskin rug, and then lay down beside her but with his head facing the opposite way. He grabbed her hips and pulled, making her roll to him.

  “What are we…” she figured it out a moment later. A little “mmmm” escaped her lips before she crawled on top of him, placing her knees on either side of his face.

  He pulled her hips down to him and prodded her opening with his tongue. Her tongue traced over his tip before her scorching hot mouth closed over his shaft.

  “Oh Christie,” he sighed, thrusting upwards. He felt the back of her throat, then the constriction of her gagging. The feeling around his head was unreal as her hand slid down his shaft. She sucked as she backed off, then sucked him in again, never letting up, going too far again. The constriction made his eyes roll in the back of his head.

  He should probably tell her that she didn’t need to go so far if she couldn’t handle it. That would’ve been the nice thing to do, since this was all new to her. But it felt so good.

  Instead, he stuck his tongue into her opening, going as far as he could go. Licking then, he sucked as he moved his fingers up and into her. Thrusting into her waiting and willing mouth, he followed the same rhythm with her, sucking and pumping.

  Her hips gyrated, matching his thrusts. Her throat constricted around his cock. Her hand pumped in harmony. She fondled his balls.

  His world exploded before he was ready for it. Before he could warn her. An orgasm pounded him and made him thrust into her mouth wildly. He emptied as he continued to work her with his mouth and fingers. A moment later, her sex constricted around his fingers as she climaxed, trembling from head to toe.

  His muscles started to relax. His butt hit the ground and one of his hands dropped away. The other, though…

  His eyes moved just a bit upward. His finger followed, circling the little hole, and cautiously dipping in.

  She froze.

  She hadn’t even had sex and he was trying to get in the backdoor. Probably not wise.

  He slapped her butt in jest. “Go make me breakfast, woman.”

  “I have to rinse my mouth out first, ass. Thanks for the warning.”

  “I’d feel bad but…you’ll probably get me back.”

  “I don’t know how. There is no way I could ever taste that bad.” She got off him with an evil grin.

  “Ouch. Thanks for breaking it to me gently.”

  “You have to know. Someone must have told you.”

  Someone had. His first. She’d blurted it out after the first time she swallowed, vowing never to do it again. He’d tried to spring it on her later in their relationship a couple times. She’d retaliated by keeping it in her mouth, and then giving him an open mouthed kiss. He’d thrown up, both from the idea of it, and the taste.

  For some reason, he told Christie all of this. He just opened his mouth to apologize and it came barreling out, a little humiliation to color her view of him.

  Shockingly, she laughed. “Can’t say I blame her. Kind of a dick move to surprise her with it after she said she didn’t want to do it.”

  “Yeah.” Greg got up off the floor, sated and relaxed.

  She moved toward the downstairs bathroom, her firm, muscular butt drawing his gaze. “For the record,” she said, stopping in the bathroom door and half turning. “I will do it again, but a little warning would be nice. Otherwise I won’t fare much better than you did when it was pushed on you. You have been warned.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  He heard the water running, and a moment later she was crossing to the kitchen. “Don’t get dressed. You’re hot when you’re naked.”

  “I’ll be naked if you will.”

  “I already am. Breakfast is almost ready. Since, you know, you need to eat.”

  Three hours later, after another intense make-out session, he pulled to a stop near the big house and put his truck in park. She rubbed his thigh where her hand had been and then angled up. He met her lips with his own, sweet yet smoldering, a promise still unfulfilled.

  “I’ll text you later with instructions,” she said, scooting to the other side of the truck.

  “Instructions?”

  “Yeah. Tonight’s my night.”

  “What kind of instructions?”

  “Ones that you will follow.” She winked at him, which turned into both of her eyes squeezing, one more than the other. He had no idea why she tried to wink when she so obviously couldn’t. “See ya.”

  “Love ya.”

  “Yeah.” Her smile was giant and gorgeous. Only once had he said he loved a girl before she said it to him first. The relationship had ended horribly when he had caught her screwing two of his friends. At the same time.

  History told him that he should be worried about Christie not saying it at all.

  He watched her do the walk of shame in her tight red dress and high heels, and smiled. She felt the same, and she’d tell him in true Christie fashion.

  He headed down the road and over to the lower ranch where a team was getting ready for a trail ride, and another was doing lessons in their covered area. He checked in both places before walking through the stables with his practiced eye. Only one thing was amiss—put in the wrong place—but his guys were organized and efficient as far as taking care of the animals were concerned.

  On his way to check in at the petting zoo, because he had forgotten his schedule and honestly couldn’t remember which duty he was supposed to help out with, he saw Mike coming the other way.

  “Hey, man.” Mike gave him knuckles.

  Greg slowed. He didn’t feel like working. “You have a master schedule, by chance?”

  “Ahhhh….” Mike looped some rope over his shoulder and patted his pockets. “No. Sara would.”

  “Where’s she at?”

  “C’mon. She’s helping me out today.”

  Greg followed beside him.

  “How’d everything go last night?” Mike asked casually. Greg knew he was a helluva lot more interested than he was trying to sound. He and Sara had both been rooting for him to lock down the flight risk.

  “Good. She had a scare, but came out of it pretty quick. She bounces back when she puts her mind to it. Unstoppable.”

  “Cool, man. That’s great to hear. She give you a goodnight kiss?”

  “A gentleman never tells, you know that.”

  “I’ll just ask Sara after she’s spoken to Christie.”

  Greg huffed. “I did, yes. The ball is in her court, though. Tonight is her date.”

  “Wait.” Mike cocked his head as they veered off to the sides and into the deeper trees. “You went out last night, right?”

  “I took her out last night, and she’s taking me out tonight. Get a clue, bro.”

  “Huh. Well that’s good. She went out with you and still wants to see you again. Step one.”

  “I’m a little concerned, though.” Greg saw
Sara up ahead with a large, canvas bag. A tiny bump was showing in her stomach. Greg’s mind changed directions. “How is the baby?”

  “Good. We’re through the scariest part. Chance of miscarriage is way less now. Mommy and baby are healthy.”

  Greg blew out a breath, hope for his own situation surging from deep down inside him.

  “Why are you concerned?” Mike asked as they reached Sara.

  “Look at you, you madman!” Sara handed the bag to Mike and then gave him a warm hug. “Sex pot!”

  “No.” Mike hit Greg’s shoulder with the back of his hand, keeping the firm pressure as he stared at Greg with incredulous eyes. “Not on the first date…”

  “Don’t be an idiot—those rules don’t apply with them.” Sara rolled her eyes. “Also, no they didn’t, but Christie wouldn’t say much else. Other than to ask if it was that good all the time.” Sara gave Greg a giant smile. “Mr. Prowess, huh? I can read between the lines. Not that I have to with all the girls in town chattering, but at least the rumors are true!” She gave Greg a hug with triumph etched over her face.

  “If men talked like that, women would revolt!” Mike stared at his wife, incredulous.

  “You guys measure each other’s dicks all the time. We’re just doing the same thing, only we’re better at it.” Sara’s grin turned evil as Mike started shaking his head.

  Sara looked back at Greg and her smile turned sappy. “I am so happy. You’re really good for her, and she’s perfect for you. It’s so awesome, I could—I’m crying. I am crying, that is how happy I am.”

  “She cries at dog commercials,” Mike said. “So you’re about as great as a dog in her eyes.”

  “Could be worse. I could be as great as a llama.” Greg grinned when Sara scowled.

  “Bert the llama needs an attitude adjustment, that’s all I’m saying. He is a grumpy bastard.” Sara wiped her eye and checked the time, the tears already drying up. “Anyway, Mike, we’ve got to go.”

  “So why is he a sex pot if they didn’t go all the way?” Mike asked.

  “It’s a figure of speech, dummy. C’mon.”

  “Do you have a master schedule, Sara?” Greg asked, his confidence spiking. Christie obviously felt exactly as he did. It was good to know.

  “Oh. Yeah, here.” She rooted around in her pack and pulled out a folder. From it she grabbed a sheet and handed it to him. “That’s yours, I think.”

  On the top was typed Greg.

  “You have copies of my schedules?” Greg asked, confused.

  “Everyone’s. I got tired of handing out master schedules every day and then having to explain it. This is just easier.”

  “I think you’re a little too organized, Sara. This is crazy.” Greg found the time and looked at it. “Crap. It is the petting zoo. I gotta go.”

  “Give Bert a kick for me,” Sara yelled.

  “Honey, this rage becomes you. Do we have time for a quickie?” Mike said as Greg hurried away.

  He couldn’t help the smile as he rushed to the petting zoo. When he finally got there, he groaned. Richard was manning the line. The guy would ask questions about everything, making Greg hang out there the whole time. It had happened before.

  Checking the time on his phone, then his schedule, he planned out how long it would take him to return home and get ready later. He wouldn’t be able to see Christie until late in the evening. And then…

  He wondered what she had in store for him, and when he’d get the list she mentioned. And if she planned to give in to her desire tonight and make love to him.

  Chapter 17

  After a tedious shift waiting tables, Christie looked through her underwear drawer with a towel turban on her wet head. Steam billowed out from the bathroom next to her. The empty void of Paige’s area was behind her. She hadn’t moved to the other bed. The left one was the bed Sara had slept in before Mike had swept her off her feet. And now it was Christie’s, and Greg was doing the same thing to her. She didn’t want to disturb Fate by switching things up.

  She moved aside a pair of black lace panties. She had worn that color last night and then accidentally left them at Greg’s. He’d think she had no originality. Picking up a white, sheer thong, she bit her lip, and then poked at a pink lace thong. White or pink?

  She wasn’t a virgin, so white was just mocking the situation. Pink it was.

  There was no matching bra to those panties. She had flesh toned, but that was pretty boring. Maybe no bra?

  He’d notice. But in a good way?

  Heat ran through her body and her nipples constricted. She ran her hands up her chest and then rubbed her nipples, feeling the sudden pleasure fill her core. She moved her thighs together as she continued to rub, and then touched herself, moving her finger back and forth before dipping into her body. She hadn’t done it before because it reminded her of that night so long ago. But now…

  She moved her finger in tight circles around her nub before dipping back into her body, thinking about Greg’s touch. Arousal coursed through her, swelling her sex and demanding attention. Knowing she planned to tease Greg all night before she bit the bullet and gave herself to him, body and soul, she knew that she needed to take care of this now.

  With an excited giggle, she fell onto her bed and spread her legs, thinking of Greg’s delicious body and how he moved over her. His lips and sensual kisses. His desire.

  Feeling naughty and missing him at the same time, she thought about calling him. A little phone sex might be an interesting thing to try. But then another thought occurred to her. One that she definitely shouldn’t act on. It had gone wrong for so many people.

  Her moan accentuated the finger entering her body, and then rubbing against her clit. She thought of Greg again as she wiped her thumb across her phone screen. An evil grin accompanied her tapping the video feature. She turned the camera her way and lined up her body in the image, starting with her tongue running across her lips. The image drifted down her body with her hand. She rubbed her nipples and moaned, making it more dramatic for him. Then down between her thighs. Here she let go, moaning and saying his name while thrusting her fingers into her and then rubbing. She gyrated to her plunges and arched, begging him and talking dirty, knowing it would drive him crazy.

  Her fingers moved faster and the desire to perform fell away. She thought of his muscular body and his large girth filling her up and sending pleasure through her. Of his eyes, soft but passionate, in love. With her.

  “Oh God, Greg,” she moaned, moving faster now, letting her hips swing wildly like they wanted to. “Mmmmm, Greg, yes.” Two fingers moved in and out of her as her core tightened. “I’m almost there, baby. Almost there. Come with me.”

  Dynamite ignited, blasting through her body and making her finishing groan way louder than it should’ve been with two co-workers in the room next to her. As she came down, she rubbed the wetness around her lady bits, like he had done, before turning the screen back to her face. She smiled at him, wanting for all the world to say she loved him. But she didn’t want him to hear those words the first time from a sex tape. She had to have some standards.

  Instead, she said, “I’m thinking of you, baby.” Her thumb hit the red square. The video stopped.

  “I should delete this,” she said to herself, sitting up on the bed. She stared at it a minute, then said, “Screw it.” She held her breath and hit message. When her thumb hit send, she threw her phone on the bed.

  “Ahh!” She squealed like a girl and bounded up. What had come over her? A week ago she’d been afraid of anything sexually related, especially if it had anything to do with breaking and entering her hoo-haw. Even girl appointments had been uncomfortable.

  Now she couldn’t wait to try it with him. She couldn’t wait to feel the emotions she had last night while finally breaking through the final barrier.

  Another thought occurred to her, one that sent shivers running over her body and her stomach dropping out in fear.

  She snatched her phon
e up and hit Sara’s name on the screen.

  “Hi,” Sara said in greeting.

  “I can’t do this.” Christie grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself.

  “Can’t do what?”

  “I can’t go through with this with Greg. He’s going to think I’m trash. As soon as he sees my place, he’ll know what kind of girl I am.” A knot formed in her stomach.

  “He already knows what kind of girl you are, Christie. He’s been waiting a long time for that girl.”

  “No, he knows what kind of girl I show to the world. He knows the upbeat, perky girl who can dress to the nines when she wants to, and who has a steady, paying job. But if I let him into my house, he’ll know the truth.”

  “You’ve seen his furniture. Talk about pot calling the kettle black. He’s in no place to judge. Just relax. He won’t care. It’s you he’s after. He won’t care what your couch looks like.”

  Her mother’s voice sounded in her ear. We don’t let people in here, Christie. They’d see how we really live, and we’d lose everything. No one would talk to us. You want to keep your friends? Then you keep them out of here. Otherwise, you’ll be a laughing stock.

  Christie flung her wet hair over her shoulder. She tried to swallow through the bowling ball sized knot in her throat. “He’ll know I’m trash, Sara.”

  Sara’s tsk sounded over the phone. “Is that what you think? Oh my God, Christie, don’t even think it. He was always worried about having enough for you. He bought a new truck and is thinking about buying a new house so he can support you. He won’t care, I promise. He won’t even notice. You could have stolen furniture from a fast food chain and he’d just sit down and think he’d been there before. Trust me, this will be fine. You’re just scared to finally face your demons. But if you don’t, then you’ll always be closed off. You have to do this. This is the last thing, right? The last little hurdle, and then happiness. Cowgirl up!”

  Christie blew out a breath, shaking her head. Like the whine of a mosquito, her mother’s voice persisted, twisting her stomach until she felt sick. She thanked Sara, barely hearing the last of the pep talk, and hung up. Thinking about that last message, she wished she could take it back. Wished she could erase it.