My senses are on overload. I breathe him in, taste his whiskey kisses, and feel his hard body pressing against mine. My hardened nipples are rubbing against his chest, which is now slick with sweat. Our bodies are warming one another. The thought of the cool December night is far from our minds as we build friction with skin against skin. We are lost in our little cocoon of passion-induced sex as we lay in the bed of his truck with a quilt being the only thing covering our bodies.
Being exposed to the world is freeing. We’re in the middle of a field in Texas, having wild, hot, passionate sex and not caring if anyone or anything sees us.
“Dixon…” I moan out as I tear my lips from his and gasp for air. My lungs are burning, and my muscles are quaking. My sex clenches and the most explosive orgasm rolls through me. It’s stronger than any I’ve ever had–which is saying a lot because I’ve had some pretty fantastic sex the last few weeks.
With Dixon, it feels different. It’s exhilarating and terrifying...and I absolutely love every second of it.
I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I can’t even comprehend what is coming out of my mouth; it’s all a jumbled mess of sparkling blurriness. I open my eyes and peer up at the night sky. Dixon murmurs against my mouth as he presses kisses against my swollen lips. “Amazing…so fuckin’ amazing…”
I feel his dick throbbing deep inside of me. I watch the sparkling diamonds above shower down around us. I let out a small giggle as a shiver courses through me, tingling all the way up my spine.
“What’s so funny?” Dixon asks in an amused tone. He flutters kisses along my collar bone to work his way to my breast, then begins twirling his tongue around my nipple, causing me to lose my train of thought.
I drag my nails, which now ache from digging so fiercely into his body, up and down his back as I continue watching the stars.
Slowly shaking my head from side to side, I smile up at Dixon. “Nothing…it’s silly.” I inhale a slow intake of air and try to refrain from flipping him on his back to go another round. “I was just thinking how funny it is that we just had sex in the bed of a truck. We are stark ass naked in the middle of a freaking field in fifty-degree weather!”
A smirk pulls up at the corners of Dixon’s mouth. “Well, darlin’, you wanted to know what it’s like to be with a cowboy. So, what better way to do it than in the boondocks in the bed of my truck?”
Suddenly I feel him inside of me, growing hard again as I squeeze my sex around him. Dixon lets out a shaky breath, and I notice his eyes dilating once again in the glow from the light of his dashboard, which is shining into the back of the truck.
He’s just as turned on as I am right now. The last thing I expected was to be leaving that party with anyone tonight. If it wasn’t Dixon who was asking me to leave with them, I would have told them no.
But it’s Dixon. I couldn’t tell him no, even if my life depended on it. Now, here I lie. I'm in the bed of his truck, tangled in quilts with Dixon Beaumont, who's naked with his semi-hard dick still inside of me as I attempt to recover from experiencing the best orgasm of my entire life.
I still can’t feel my body. The only thing I can feel is him.
I feel his warm breath…his callused fingers running across my breasts…his fingers feel like hot pokers as they caress me…branding my body and marking every single inch of me as his. I feel after tonight, a tiny piece of my body will forever belong to him, whether I want it to or not.
I have no choice in this. His touch has made my body submit to him against my will. No matter how many times my brain tells my body that it’s just sex, and I can just move on to my next conquest in a few days, I know deep down that Dixon Beaumont owns me. It may be just a small piece, but that’s more than any other man has ever had. When he leaves tonight, he’ll be taking a small piece of me with him. I don’t know why, but I feel as if I, too, will be taking a piece of him with me when I go.
I block out the voice in the back of my mind and focus on the stars. I decide to relish in the now, enjoy the euphoric state I’m currently in, and worry about those pesky voices tomorrow.
I have loved the Texas night sky since the very first time I gazed up at it when I was just a teenager here, vacationing with Savannah. The stars shine a million times brighter than in Los Angeles…but tonight I am seeing them differently. Right now, with Dixon naked and buried inside of me, my body is floating on the highest of highs from the orgasm he just graced me with, and the starlit sky is absolutely breathtaking.
Tonight, the stars are burning a little brighter. I don’t know what it is about Dixon, but as I stare up at him, my heart races frantically against my chest. Seeing the stars sparkling around Dixon, the darkness shadowing his strong, scruffy jaw, and the overwhelming look in his gaze has me turning into a puddle beneath him.
I slowly begin to regain feeling throughout my body, and I can finally think straight. My head is still fuzzy, making me feel as if I’m floating on a cloud, but my body feels burning hot and ready for round two.
Feisty Brooklyn is back and ready to take charge. I let Dixon have his turn, and now it’s time to show him the Brooklyn that ruins men. That makes them insane with want. That once they have a taste, they can never get enough. I love the game. I can play it just as well as any guy. I just hope that with Dixon, I don’t end up on the losing team. He and I are too similar. The pull I have to him is dangerous.
What started as a flirtatious attraction, completely innocent and fun a few weeks ago, has just skyrocketed into the full-blown inability to resist the urge. I need to be fucked to the point that my pussy throbs, and his dick deflates from overuse.
Now that I have fully recovered, and my head is starting to clear, I quickly come to the realization that Dixon just fucked me bareback. Bare-fucking-back.
What the hell, Brooklyn?!
I am the poster child for safe sex. I am always stocked with condoms, or at least make sure the guy I’m hooking up with is, too. I’ve never been so out of control that I forgot to have them put a condom on. Nowadays, you can never be too safe. There are too many freaking diseases out there!
As I push against Dixon’s chest, my eyes swiftly turn from burning with hunger for this man to smoldering with anger. I’m angry at myself, and at him.
“What the fuck, Dixon?!” I shout, shoving him off me.
A look of confusion flashes across his face and he quickly pulls out of me. I feel his cum inside of me, and it causes my anger to boil over.
“Have you lost your goddamn mind?!” I shriek. I sit up and pull the quilt up to my body. The reality of what we did snaps me violently away from my Dixon cocoon and I suddenly shiver as I realize just how cool it is tonight.
Moving away from me, he sits beside me to rest against the back of his truck. He pulls the quilt over his lower half but leaves his impeccable upper body exposed to the elements. I get distracted momentarily as I notice his nipples harden as the crisp December air hits him.
“How the fuck did we just go from getting ready to fuck again to you flipping the hell out?” he asks, with a hint of anger laced in his words.
I roll my eyes and snap my head towards him as I shift my body. Anger is rolling off my body at this very moment, but all my eyes can focus on is his chest. I feel the familiar feeling of desire stirring in me, and my sex clenches with the need to be filled again. I can still feel him inside of me, and it sends a wave of emotions crashing over me.
Why does he have to have the body of a freaking Adonis? Seriously! I need to get my shit together. Focus, goddamnit!
“Are you seriously this freaking dense, Dixon? Or do you just fuck everyone without a freaking condom? Do you find nothing about what we just did the least bit wrong? If I get fucking herpes…I swear to God!” I am raging mad. My heart is racing, and my body is flushed. I fist my hands into the blanket and force my eyes to stay locked onto his.
Shock flashes across Dixon’s face as my words hit him like a bucket of ice water.
“Shit…shit. Shit. Shit! I am so
sorry, Brooklyn. Fuck! I wasn’t thinking. I always use protection. I swear. I’m as clean as a fuckin’ monk. I have billions in the bank, for Christ’s sake! I don’t need gold diggers using my dick to add some zeroes to their bank accounts!” He rakes his fingers through his hair, and my jaw falls open. “You’re on the pill…right?”
Well. This girl is no gold digger! What a dickhead! Dickhead Dixon has resurfaced.
“Yes, I’m on the fucking pill! Do you think I want to get big and fat and ruin my career by getting knocked up? It’s 2012, Dixon. Pretty much anyone who’s sexually active is on some form of birth control.”
He lets out a loud, frustrated sigh.
What the hell is wrong with me, that seeing him raging with anger is turning me on even more?
“Good. I assume you’re clean since you’re yelling at me about fuckin’ herpes. Shit. You better not breathe a word of this to Savannah. If Knox finds out I fucked you, bareback at that…he’ll kill me. I told myself I’d stay away from you. I normally don’t stay away from a girl for anybody. But Kayden seems to be really fallin’ for Savannah. I don’t have the best track record with girls I hook up with. Usually, it always ends badly, and the last thing I want is for what happened between us tonight to make things awkward. I normally always fuck up, Brooklyn. One way or another. When I try to settle down with a girl, shit always ends up hitting the fan, so I try to stick to casual hook-ups. Usually, I couldn’t care less if I piss off the girl I was hooking-up with, but for some reason or another you’re different. You’re not just some random chick. You are Kayden’s girl’s best friend. The last thing I want to do is cause tension between the four of us. Kayden’s been dealt a shitty enough hand in life without me adding to it.”
What is the deal with Kayden? He is so fun and seriously sex on legs. Who the hell in their right mind would throw that away?
Whoever it was is an idiot, but their loss is Savannah’s gain. I’m awful with secrets. I know Savannah is curious, too. How could she not be? Kayden knows everything about Savannah and Logan, but she has no clue about Kayden’s past.
My anger with Dixon starts to simmer down slightly after I hear him say he just wants Kayden and Savannah to be happy. I want them to be happy just as badly as Dixon does, if not more, and I would hate to be the cause of any unnecessary drama. We’re both adults. It’s just sex. What happened tonight with the condom situation can stay between us.
“Well, you can just chill. It is what it is. I’m on the pill; it’s all good. Believe me, I will not be breathing a word of this to anyone. Savannah is finally happy, and I will not do anything to jeopardize that. I’m a big girl, Dixon. It’s just sex. Really good sex,” I tell him, with a sexy grin. “And believe me, I hate drama, so you have nothing to worry about there.”
Maybe that’s why my orgasm was a billion times better than any I’ve ever had? It was because we had no barrier.
That has to be the answer. There’s no other logical reasoning behind it. I’ve had some world record-setting orgasms with Xander. That man could fuck for a living. He could get paid the big bucks in the porn industry for his magnificent cock. But with Dixon, I don’t know…I just can’t wrap my head around it. There’s like this electric charge between us, and once our bodies connected, it only intensified, causing my freakin’ body to internally combust.
Dixon’s voice brings me out of my thoughts. I lift my gaze back to his and get lost again as our eyes lock. I don’t understand it, but my heart just stops and starts back up again as he reaches out to take my hand and pulls me into him. He holds me against his side and doesn’t speak; he just stares up at the same stars I was just looking at. I felt as if I was tripping as the stars seemed to be raining down around us. He had my head spinning like a top within a matter of seconds. Just thinking about it has my body flushing–and it doesn’t help that we’re both still naked, and he now has his body pressed against mine.
He lets out another sigh, and I feel his body tense against me. “I’m not stupid, Brooklyn. I know birth control isn’t one hundred percent. You may think that because you’re on the pill, the only fear you should have is if you’ll contract an STD. The reality of it is, we just fucked up royally. Kayden and my father have drilled that into my head since high school. Our family's money attracts all sorts of women, especially women lookin’ for a windfall. They told me never to take that chance. We have more money than we know what to do with, so there’s no excuse to not wrap our dicks up every time…I have a shitload of condoms in the fuckin’ console!” he shouts, gazing back into the truck.
I shift on my side, glance up at him, and give him a genuine smile. I'm trying to relax both me and him. “Hey, I’ve slipped up a time or two in college. Believe me, one too many Jell-O shots–and the next thing I know, I’m lying beneath a frat boy getting fucked without any protection. I was scared shitless. Thank God I always took my pill like clockwork, and here I am a few years later, free of motherhood. We fucked up. It happens. We’ll live and learn. Now, all this arguing is really turning me on…and you still owe me a ride.” I flash him a playful grin before biting down on my bottom lip seductively and sliding my hand along his chest.
I twirl my fingers around the thin patch of hair also known as a guy’s happy trail because, like Dixon’s delicious V, it leads to every woman’s happy place. I grip his semi-hard length in my hands and begin stroking it.
“That I do,” is all he says before leaning forward and grabbing his jeans, which are lying beside him in our pile of clothes. He pulls out a condom foil, and a big, cocky grin stretches across his face as he waves it in the air, pressed between his index and middle finger. “Let me saddle up first.”
I can’t help but laugh at his playfulness. Within seconds, he’s rolling the condom over his dick. I can’t help but drool a little and feel my girly parts tingle with excitement in anticipation of having him inside me again.
Luke Bryan’s I Don’t Want This Night To End starts playing on Dixon’s iPod, which is synced into his radio. I suddenly feel something stir inside of me. I don’t know what it means, but I suddenly have the yearning to go home with Dixon. I want to spend the entire night with him in his bed, going round for round with me. It’s fucked up. I was just with Xander last night.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I like Xander, he’s fun and sexy. Hell-of-a-lay. I said I was just coming out tonight for some fun with Savannah before I left for L.A., and now here I am with Dixon–the one guy who didn’t give in to me, who infuriates me every time we’re around each other. Now here I am getting ready to have sex with him again and daydreaming about spending my last night in Houston in his bed with him. No one else. Just Dixon.
I can’t help but feel a little bit relieved to know he wasn’t avoiding me because he wasn’t attracted to me; it was to protect Kayden. Even though he puts on this cocky asshole act, Dixon is a nice guy. Sure he’s a dickhead most of the time but under that rough exterior is a guy who is actually fun to be around.
“So, I gotta know. The first day we met, you were a major asshole to me. Was that because of Kayden? And not because you didn’t find me attractive?”
I don’t know why I just blurted that out. I suffer from word vomit. As thoughts pop into my head, they fly from my mouth before I have a chance to think first.
Dixon grips my hips, and I straddle his lap as I press the tip of him at my entrance. I hover above him as I await his answer.
As he looks up at me, his blue eyes almost seem black in the dark. They meet my big brown eyes, lock onto me, and slowly slide down to my breasts. He lets out a soft chuckle, causing his chest to rise and fall and forcing more of him to slip into my entrance. His tip is wide and stretching me. It’s torture just to hover over him like this. My clit is throbbing as it aches for him to touch it. I’m torturing myself, all because I need to know. It’s been driving me nuts. I just assumed either I wasn’t his type, or he liked the cat-and-mouse game.
He grips my hip with his right
hand, then releases his left and brings it to my breasts, which are exposed to the cool air, causing my nipples to become erect. They are so hard right now; it’s almost painful.
“Fuck, Brooklyn…your tits are gorgeous.” He cups them in his hand, squeezing my left one before moving to my right. He then leans forward, takes my nipple into his mouth, and grazes his teeth over it, making me clench around his tip. A deep growl resonates in his throat as he pulls away from my breasts and brings his eyes back up to my face. “Believe me. I wanted you that day. If you hadn’t been Savannah’s best friend, I would’ve fucked you in the woods. I would’ve found a secluded spot and watched as you rode my dick on my four-wheeler. I had the worst hard-on of my life.
“Then seeing you that night in Vertigo. You looked stunning in that dress. I pictured a million different ways I wanted to fuck you that night. But I just couldn’t. I tried to ignore you, but the more I tried, the more I wanted you. See, that’s what happens when I deprive my dick of the pussy it wants. It makes my life a living hell. Tonight I said fuck it, and now here we are.”
Wow.
I slide my tongue over my lips as I slide the rest of him inside of me. “Your dick…just wow.” My vocabulary has vanished; all I can seem to remember is the word ‘wow’.
“Wow is right, darlin’. Your tits bouncing as they glow under the night sky. Your tight pussy wrapped around my dick, fitting over it perfectly…wow seems like the perfect word to use.” He sucks in a sharp intake of air as I begin sliding up and down along his length. I rotate my hips and chase my next orgasm. My eyes roll back in my head as Dixon’s mouth finds my breasts again.
“Fuck, Brooklyn…” he murmurs against my skin. I let out a slight giggle as his scruff scratches at my chest. His mouth is working its way from my chest up to my mouth.
I lick my lips in anticipation of his lips on mine again. Cupping the back of my head with one hand, Dixon squeezes my hip with the other and moves with my body as I ride him.
I’m ridin’ my cowboy.
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