Lumber Jacked

by Chance Carter

  What had he just done to me?

  What was he about to do?

  It was like everything else was washed away and it was only he and I and this moment. Time was creeping by in slow motion and every passing second seemed to go by too quickly yet take too long. It seemed like an eternity had passed in the blink of an eye since I’d handed him a drink and now I was left, aching and on fire, kneeling on my kitchen floor.

  As I looked up, Hunter reached down to the bottom of the oil stained tank top that clung to his body, pulled it over his head, and dropped it to his side.

  He was beautiful.

  Maybe that’s not the right word for the man in front of me, but it’s all I could think as I gazed up at him. He looked like he was carved out of stone, like a heaving, painted, sweating statue towering over me. His smooth skin glistened in the afternoon heat and he ran his hand through his dark brown hair, slicking it out of his eyes. And he just stood there, arms at his side, waiting. He was in complete control. He knew exactly what he was doing. I was all his, at his complete and utter mercy.

  He took one step toward me and I was now staring directly at the muscular V that sat just below his abs. It was as if it was showing me where he wanted me to go. I could see his erection growing through the coveralls that were hanging loosely below his waist. I reached up and ran my hands across his washboard stomach, taking it in with my fingertips. I felt the same electricity I felt when we first touched at the diner, except this time my body was bursting with desire from the inside as well. There wasn’t one part of him that moved to my touch or was out of place to my eyes. My hands slid effortlessly across him and I felt every groove of his rock hard abdomen as I moved them down to his coveralls, gripping the fabric and pulling it down, just a little.

  Suddenly, I felt his hand in my hair as he pulled back my head. I was forced to stare up at him, utterly at his mercy. He stared down at me, gritting his teeth as if getting ready for a fight. But it wasn’t anger, and I wasn’t afraid. It was the same look I saw in the diner when he came crashing in to save me. The same look I saw when he brought his massive fist down over and over on the man that tried to ruin me. It was primal and it was powerful. It was pure. I could feel my chest starting to move harder, up and down, and Hunter pulled the back of my hair harder, forcing me again to look up at him. I let out a gasp and slowly pulled the rest of his clothes down.

  And finally, I saw him.

  All of him.

  The tattoos that started on the side of his stomach ran all the way down to just below where his pants sat. His thighs were as rock solid as the rest of him and I ran my hands around them to the back, placing my mouth on his pelvis and tasting the sweat from a day’s work on my lips and tongue. I could taste the auto shop, the mayhem at the diner, and the explosion of senses he had unleashed in me. He tasted like creation, like destruction, like strength.

  He tasted like a man.

  I felt another sharp tug on my hair, and then he pushed my head right toward his erect cock. His thick and throbbing shaft stood in front of my face, moving with every breath he took. My eyes widened and I licked my lips. His tip glistened, he was so aroused it was already dripping pre-cum, and I moved my eyes down his entire, pulsing shaft. He was rock hard from head to toe, every inch of him standing tall and dominant. He was complete power and he knew it.

  I reached up nervously and ran my hand over him. Suddenly, I was in the air, lifted up by his powerful arms, and then laid down on my back, right there in the middle of my kitchen. I was lying there, looking up at his entire naked body. He controlled what I did, what I saw, and when. Right now he wanted me to see him in all his glory and understand that I was his.

  And boy did I understand.

  He wet his lips with his tongue and slicked his hair back again, stepping out of the last few inches of his clothes as he came toward me. A small smile crept over his mouth and he looked me dead in the eyes. I couldn’t take it anymore. He was taunting me, teasing me. I was paralyzed by him and there was nothing I could do. He smiled because he knew it. That smile told me he’d known it since the moment we shook hands at the diner that morning. All I could manage was a soft, “Please,” as I lay there. I was either begging him to stop or begging him to start. Maybe both. Whatever was happening, I couldn’t stand it much longer. I needed to be released, and only he could set me free.

  Chapter 10

  Kelly

  I lay back on the kitchen floor and braced myself for him. The tile felt cold on my lower back and bare bottom half, but I was on fire otherwise. I was so wet between my legs that any time I rubbed my thighs together they slid back open as if they refused to close for him. I moved my hand down to touch myself and in a flash he was on top of me, placing a hand behind my head and wrapping the other one around my throat to hold my jaw steady as he pressed his lips to mine. I felt him rub himself against me and I began to breathe harder and deeper. His wet tongue in my mouth sent me back moments ago to when it was opening me up and running his mouth over my clitoris, sending me into spasms of pleasure. He moved his hand from my head to my pussy and hooked his fingers inside of me again, pressing down and causing my insides to clench. I let out a loud moan into his mouth. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. When he took the pressure off, I gasped in relief and tried to catch my breath. Hunter moved his mouth from mine to my collarbone and put his teeth on me. He was devouring me. I felt like I was slipping in and out of consciousness, blacking out by his touch and then brought crashing back to the light at his will.

  Hunter pushed himself off of me again and was kneeling in front of me, spreading my legs as open as they could be. He ran his hand down the inside of my leg and placed his finger back inside me. His finger was driving me wild. With his weight off me, I arched my back and when he used his thumb to spread my wetness and tease my clitoris, I let out a scream. I couldn’t remember the last time I raised my voice for any reason, but I was not under my own control anymore. I was under his.

  I closed my eyes, trying to focus on every nerve firing at once when suddenly, I felt a sharp pain between my thighs and heard a primal roar from above me. Hunter had pushed himself inside me and it was unlike anything I had felt before. He sunk down on top of me and buried his entire cock between my legs. I was opened up wider than I had ever been and both pain and pleasure shot through my whole body. I could feel a heaviness in my core and when he pulled himself out, I felt the air rush back to my lungs.

  When he plunged himself in again I felt my eyes go wide and I dug my nails into his back, holding on to the moment and bracing for all the feeling it brought. My mouth was open, but there was no sound. I had never experienced this before. The sheer weight of him pushing himself into me and the release when he pulled away caused my body to convulse with his every move. Every thrust in sent a shockwave of feeling through me, starting between my legs and shooting out to every inch of my body.

  Every thrust got harder.

  Every thrust got faster.

  He was going deeper inside me each time, hitting a new spot, sending me to a new height of pleasure, driving me to sensations I had never known existed. I closed my eyes harder, trying to feel everything even more intensely, and I started to feel the top of my head hitting the wall that had been feet away moments ago. I opened my eyes to see Hunter’s hard, muscular body being thrown into me with its full force. He had one hand wrapped in my hair, pinning my head down, and the other was now propped against the wall to keep him from driving me through it.

  His hair hung down in sweaty strands over his face and he groaned with every pump of his cock. I could feel myself tightening even more around him and as I did, he only thrust harder into me. He flipped his head back, taking the hair out of his face, and our eyes met. As he drove faster and harder, he looked into me ever more deeply. There was a tension building inside of me and I could feel myself getting wetter and tighter around him. He took his arm from the wall and lowered his body into me. I could barely handle the pressure and bit d
own on his shoulder as he made his movement slower. With every stroke, he rubbed his hard body against mine and went deeper inside me, sending my body and mind to places it had never imagined. I could feel myself going over the edge. I was closer and closer every second.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. The pain, the pleasure, I needed it all to be released. As I stared up into his raging blue eyes I managed to squeeze out one word between gasping for breath.

  “Please,” I begged. “Please.”

  Hunter stared down at me and made his thrusts harder and deeper. He wasn’t ready to let me go yet.

  “Please, Hunter” I begged.

  He was gritting his teeth and roared louder every time he pushed himself into me.

  “Please, Hunter, please, now.” I was at his complete mercy.

  He stared deep into me and finally spoke.

  “Come. Fucking come for me, Kelly.”

  With one final push of his heavy cock, he roared, filling the entire kitchen with his terrible sound. I could feel him fill me with everything he had been holding inside. It was as if he’d been dying to pour himself into me since the moment we’d met. At last, we were both free.

  I felt my whole inside flip and somersault, like I was being emptied of every sensation he had built up with every touch of his hand, flick of his tongue, and stroke of his cock. The pain, the pleasure, it all poured out of me and I felt weightless.

  I came.

  I came again and again, and with each pulse inside me a new wave of ecstasy rushed over my entire body. I struggled to hold Hunter close and wrapped my legs tight around his back as he pushed his body deep inside me. I felt him throbbing as he emptied all of himself into me. All his power was shooting through him and into me. I could feel myself screaming, but all I heard was him granting me permission to do so. He had let me go. He had allowed me to be released from this moment, but at the same time, I knew now more than ever that I was his.

  Chapter 11

  Hunter

  Fuck. I couldn’t think of any other word as I lay inside Kelly on her kitchen floor. I could hear her breathing in my ear and could smell the sweet juices she had poured out when she came. We were slick against each other, between the sweat and what her orgasm had let out of her. I eased myself into her as deep as I could go, getting every last drop of come out of my cock, listening to her let out one final gasp as our bodies pressed together. She gripped my back tightly and strangled my cock with her pussy before I pulled out of her, lifted my head up, and looked down.

  She was so goddamn beautiful.

  Strands of sandy blonde hair stuck to her face with sweat. Her green eyes sparkled from the earth shattering orgasm I had just given her. Her wet tongue moved in and out over her luscious lips, wetting them as she tried to catch her breath. I had never seen someone look so fucking gorgeous, so lost yet so completely happy with where they were.

  I wanted her again.

  I wanted to move my mouth down to her thighs and lick up every ounce of the sweet nectar that covered her pussy. I had just shot everything I had into her delicate body and yet I could feel myself getting hard for her again, ready to take her back to where we both had just been. She gazed up at me wearily, a soft smile spreading across her face, gently moaning, and running her hands across my chest. She was completely satisfied and so was I, but we both wanted more. I’d had some stellar fucks in my time, but I’d never felt a pussy like that. She was so tight, almost like a virgin, but took me in like she had been waiting for my cock her whole life.

  I gave her everything I had and she took it all. Shit, she even looked like she wanted it all again and more, and I knew I could give it to her. I wanted to. She had never felt anything like me before and I could feel her being drawn into me. She was mine. Mine to do what I pleased with. The way she was looking up at me, I knew I was in big fucking trouble. She just didn’t understand the trouble she was in yet.

  So much for laying low, asshole. In a few hours you managed to put yourself on the radar of the entire town, the law, and now this fucking chick is looking at you like her Lord and Savior. Real fucking smart, Hunter.

  Real. Fucking. Smart.

  I had to get the fuck out of there. Quick.

  I pushed myself up and got to my knees. As I looked down at her, I could see her chest moving up and down. Her round, soft breasts were heaving inside her top and looked like they were about to pop out at any second.

  I bet those nipples don’t get that hard very often, do they darling?

  Her skirt was hiked up above her bare midriff and her pussy looked like it was breathing between her wet, still quivering legs. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and it took all my strength to stand up and not ravage her again.

  You’re leaving, pal. You’re leaving right fucking now.

  I got to my feet and picked up my coveralls, sliding my legs back into them, one at a time.

  Where the fuck were my boots?

  I didn’t even remember taking them off, but soon found them scattered across the kitchen like they had been thrown from my body, one under the table and one by the kitchen door. I slid my feet into them and walked back to where my tank top was lying in a filthy ball in the center of the room. I reached down and grabbed it. Then I heard her voice.

  “Hunter?” she said softly.

  I looked over as she was sliding herself up to rest against the wall. She pushed the sweaty strands of her hair away from her face and stared up at me. She looked confused, both as to what the hell just happened, and where I was off to in such a hurry.

  “Hunter, where are you going?” she said, with a pained and baffled tone to her voice.

  “Shit, I’ve got to roll, sweetheart. You know how it is.”

  “But …”

  “I’ve got things to do. There’s a cabin I need to check out. I’ve got to get my shit together.”

  Was it still morning or afternoon? What fucking time was it? I had no idea, but it was time to get the fuck out of there.

  “I just thought,” she trailed off and didn’t finish the sentence, but I knew what she was thinking.

  She was thinking I was some good guy who just happened to fuck like a damn beast, that I was going to lie there and cradle her back to life after I nearly split her in half, hold her softly, kiss her deeply, whisper sweet-fucking-nothings in her ears.

  Sorry to burst that fucking bubble, baby. That’s not who I am. That’s not who you brought home and now you fucking know it.

  I pulled my shirt over my head and brushed the hair out of my eyes. She was sitting against the wall now and had pulled her skirt back down, covering herself up and pressing her legs together. She had her arms crossed and was looking away from me.

  She looked broken.

  Beautiful and broken, like she couldn’t bear to look at the animal standing in front of her who was about to walk out the door after he had just had his way with her. She was disgusted by me, by what we had just done. She had never felt something like that and there was a reason. She was a good little girl. Good girls don’t fuck like we just did and good girls didn’t know what to do with someone like me. They couldn’t do anything but fall prey to whatever the fuck I wanted.

  I walked back to the table by the window, picked up my bottle of beer, and drained it down. It was piss warm, but it tasted good mixed with what was left of Kelly’s pussy on my tongue and lips. I put the empty bottle down on the ring of water it had left and slowly made my way to the kitchen door.

  Keep going, motherfucker. Don’t stop. Don’t look back and don’t stop.

  I stopped. Just before the door. I stopped and I looked back.

  You fucking dipshit, keep moving.

  She was sitting there, arms crossed and sniffling.

  You fucking did it now, pal. She knows who you are, what you’re capable of. You feel fucking good?

  I didn’t feel good. I didn’t feel bad either. I felt nothing. I was good at that and had been practicing it all my life. People get close and
then one hurts the other. No fairy tale, no bullshit. Reality. I knew it and Kelly was learning it.

  “Listen, sweetheart, we’ll see each other around. This town has like four fucking people in it and I still haven’t had Grace’s famous breakfast. Maybe I’ll pop back sometime and try it out.”

  “Yeah, sure thing,” she said, wiping her cheeks. I couldn’t tell if it was sweat or tears. Probably both. “I guess I’ll see you.”

  “Yeah.”

  You silver tongued son-of-a-bitch. No wonder the ladies fall for you and your wonder cock. You’re a complete asshole, Hunter, and you know it.

  I walked through the kitchen door, down the hall, and out of her life.

  Maybe it’s time to hit the fucking road, Hunter. Destroying one diner and one pretty little waitress seems like about as much as this town can handle. They weren’t ready for you, and you showed them who you were. Time to move on.

  As I rounded the corner down the street, I could feel eyes on me even though I didn’t see anyone. I was like an animal in a cage to this town, but I was breaking out soon enough. I just kept walking past the auto shop. Denny wasn’t there. I knew he wouldn’t be. That shit at the diner was enough of a reason for the town to shut down for the day.

  I lit up a smoke and felt the burn in the back of my throat. All I could think about was getting my hands around that bottle of Jack on my bedside table and pouring it over this fucking feeling in my gut until it disappeared. All I could think about was getting the fuck out of this place.

  All I could think about, was Kelly.

  Chapter 12

  Kelly