She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy

by Cara North

  "Don't have to,” he said and pulled her toward him enough that her hips pressed against the side of the mattress, her legs straddled him, and her torso lay flat on the bed. Her stomach was right there in the wet spot she created, but she didn't have the energy to protest.

  When he pressed the broad head of his penis to her soaking wet vagina, she got a second wind. The electric pulses scattered through her, and her body prepared to welcome him home. He pressed forward, and she moaned again. “Yes."

  "Oh yes,” he said. “Your pussy is so wet, baby."

  She had no idea hearing him talk dirty would be such a turn on, but it was! “Well ... your cock is so big."

  He moaned this time. He pushed the head in and stopped while she adjusted around him. Then he inched in more, pulled back, inched in farther. “God, you're so tight. It's like you don't want to let me in; then you don't want to let me out.” He pushed harder and deeper.

  "I don't want to let you out,” she answered. “You feel so good."

  He growled behind her and picked up the pace. He glided in and out smoothly. Her drenched pussy made slurping sounds as though it were drinking him in.

  "Little deeper?” he asked on a whispered breath as he pressed all the way in. She swore he hit her stomach not her womb.

  "Oh my God!” she shouted. She had no idea sex could be like this. She really didn't know it was in her to actually be the wanton woman she claimed to be. His fingers found her erect clitoris and stroked it. “Oh-My-God!"

  "Come for me,” he whispered.

  She felt the tip of his dick rubbing that sweet spot so deep inside her she didn't know it existed before now. The added stroke of his fingers coupled the effect to make it the most intense feeling to wash over her body. She wouldn't have been surprised if her hair curled as every fiber of her being pulled tightly around him.

  "Heath!” she shouted as she broke into wave after wave of pulsing pleasure.

  "Oh yeah, that's so good, baby.” His voice was strained and foreign to her. He didn't sound like his normal self, but then she didn't recognize her own strained pleas either. “I'm coming."

  Then, he made a slight war cry, a long unrestrained groan/shout. She had to admit it was definitely different. She liked the more vocal Heath. She liked being more vocal. It felt honest. Not secretive or dirty. She gulped, realizing why she always pulled him on top of her and never said a word. It was a secret, dirty, but not anymore and never again with Heath.

  He collapsed on her back, and she relished the feel of his weight, the wetness of his skin. She inhaled deeply and appreciated the smell of them, their lovemaking. She didn't really mind the wet spot anymore either. She certainly didn't mind the man on her back who started nibbling on her ear.

  "I feel better,” he said. “Do you?"

  "Yes.” She sighed. “A lot better."

  "I suppose you want to grab another shower.” He chuckled.

  "No. I want to crawl up in the bed, and I want you to hold me.” She prayed silently he would agree.

  "Hmmm. That means we have to move, huh?” He let his full weight rest on her before pressing himself away from her back. Slowly, he pulled out of her. Even as he softened, she could still feel him in there. “Well, get on up in the bed, Sweetheart."

  She crawled up to the top and pulled back the sheets and cover. “Come on in here, Cowboy."

  "You haven't called me that in years.” He slid in next to her, and she settled into his arms.

  "Why did I waste so much time?” She sighed and cuddled close to his warm chest. He stroked her hair. “I could have loved you like this since that first day."

  "You weren't the only one pretending to be someone else. I should have told you when Jack took you to your prom that I was nuts about you.” He laughed. “Probably would have gone over bad at the time, but maybe you wouldn't have left so soon after."

  "You liked me then?” She tilted to look up at him. His eyes were closed, his face relaxed, his beard stubble prominent along his jawline.

  "Yep."

  "I didn't know you liked me for years.” She thought back to all those times she had run into him. “You had girlfriends."

  "I had pride. Too much to chase a woman.” He shook his head. “Stupid fool I was."

  "So, what do we do now?” She rested her head back on his chest, inhaled his spicy scent.

  "Stop wasting time,” he grumbled.

  * * * *

  Chance woke up alone in the bed. Drool pooled on the pillow where her head had been. She wiped her mouth and blinked. He must have pulled the curtains closed, something he never did. Her head ached. She looked at the clock and understood why. It was noon! Too much sleep. Her head started thumping like a rabbit was up there trying to hop out.

  Why didn't he wake her up?

  She sat up and stretched. On his pillow was a piece of paper. Her heart pounded as she reached for it. Her eyes adjusted, and she wiped the drool from her lip and chin. Secretly hoping she drooled after he left not while he was there.

  Sweetheart, got work to do, see you at dinner. XO

  XO? She giggled. It was a love note. From Heath no less. She smiled, pressed the piece of paper to her lips, and kissed it. “I got work to do today, too."

  She opened the curtain, and the sun poured into the room. “Ouch, first I need something for this headache."

  Chapter 4

  "There you are.” Emmy walked over and hugged her. “Now, let's get started ladies. We can get this done in time for a late lunch for those boys."

  "Yes, I need a reason to steal Jack away from work again. When this place starts filling up, I'm afraid I'll never see him,” Bethany said and tapped her pen on the clipboard she held.

  "You spoil that boy, and you need to stop. My boys don't like to be coddled,” Emmy said seriously. She always said that. Chance always listened to her.

  "Mrs. Johnson, I hate to tell you, but Jack loves to be coddled. He throws a fit if I leave a room without letting him know and kissing him.” Bethany gave her mother-in-law a look Chance wouldn't dare give the woman. Of course, Bethany probably came from a good family. Emmy Johnson was the best mother Chance had ever known.

  "Well, Jack was the baby for a long while,” Emmy conceded, “but at least you know how to handle Heath."

  "Well ... I'm definitely looking forward to surprising him with lunch.” She looked at Emmy, who shook her head and started setting up ingredients. She then looked at Bethany who also looked at Emmy; she shook her head at her. Bethany had a look on her face, a sorrowful look, like she pitied Emmy.

  "When that baby comes along, things will change, child,” Emmy said to Bethany then in true southern fashion changed the subject before anyone could respond. “Now, I have said enough about that. You girls pay attention."

  Emmy went about mixing in the various herbs and spices for her famous fried chicken. Bethany scribbled furiously. Chance watched and committed the steps and portions to memory. They made a nice southern meal suitable for any family dining establishment. She was bursting to share her ideas for the menu. She'd have to arrange time to talk to Bethany in private.

  After cooking for a few hours and getting the seal of approval from Emmy, she was glad to finally have it all right. Both women were eager to load up picnic baskets and head out to find their husbands. Emmy insisted they let her finish the clean up.

  "Hey,” Bethany called as they left the dining facility. “Don't listen to her. Baby him, he works his ass off, it's the least he deserves."

  "You baby Jack for real?” She quirked a brow at her. Bethany smiled. She practically lit up from the inside out.

  "Yes, I do, and he loves it! You stick around a while I'll tell you a few secrets.” Bethany bit her lower lip. “He'd kill me if I told anyone."

  "You have to tell me now. You're making me conjure up all sorts of things over here.” She stepped closer to the woman.

  "I give him pedicures.” Bethany blushed. “Don't you say a word or even hint that you know. He hat
es the paraffin wax, but he loves the foot massage, and I love not losing half the skin on my leg to his rough feet."

  They both laughed. “Ah. I see where it benefits you both now."

  "Heath's in the far field mowing it or turning it over, I don't know. He drove off on the big tractor.” Bethany waved her hand in the air.

  "Thanks!” She about creamed herself just knowing he was on the tractor.

  "Bye,” she heard Bethany call as she left.

  She waved and fought the urge to sprint. It was a hike to get there. She headed back to the house, grabbed a thin clean blanket and the keys to his truck. She had no time to lose. The chicken would be too cold and the potato salad too hot otherwise.

  * * * *

  Heath turned the tractor and started in the opposite direction. The slow chug, the smell of the earth, and the peace he got from this chore were inexplicable. He thought about last night. About Chance. He remembered how they laughed, at nothing. It was an emotional roller coaster ride they took together in such a short time. He wasn't sure where they were heading from here, but he wouldn't bring up divorce again unless he was positively certain he wanted one. Right now, he was positively certain, he did not.

  In the distance, it looked like his truck was cutting across the field. He narrowed his gaze as it came closer and realized it was indeed his truck. Behind the wheel was his wife. “Shit!"

  He turned off the tractor and jumped down. In his mind, he thought horrible things must have happened for her to come out here. Maybe someone was hurt, hopefully not his momma.

  The truck stopped, and she looked at him through the windshield. The expression on her face was almost like disappointment.

  "Chance? Is everything all right?” he asked as he got closer.

  "Yeah. Are you?” She looked at him as though he should have expected her.

  "What are you doing all the way out here?” He started to grab her, but his hands were dirty, and she was magnificently clean. He pulled back and got another look of disapproval from her.

  "I brought you lunch.” She frowned. “Why didn't you touch me?"

  "Look at my hands, Sweetheart. You're all dolled up in that sundress. I didn't want to get you dirty.” He held out his hands, so she could see them. “You really brought me lunch?"

  "Yes.” She smiled now. “Come on. I brought a bottle of water and a bar of soap, too."

  "Seems you thought of everything.” He followed her back to the truck cab and watched her pull a large basket out.

  "Follow me.” She held the basket with both hands.

  He followed like a puppy followed its new master. He caught her sweet scent on the passing breeze, along with the smell of fried chicken. “Tell me you didn't bring momma's fried chicken out here."

  "Okay, but that would be a lie,” she teased. He smiled at her back. The soft sway of her hips as she walked made his fingers itch to touch her.

  "Hot Damn!” he whooped, grabbed the basket, and pulled the blanket off the top. “No wonder its heavy, tea, too. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to seduce me."

  "Hmmm. I guess you're not as smart as I thought, then.” She licked her lips. He almost missed the tailgate as he sat the basket down. She was there to seduce him with lunch? She really was the only woman for him. “Take the soap and water and wash your hands first."

  She climbed into the truck bed and spread out the blanket. She then pulled the jug of tea and containers of food from the basket.

  "Man that smells good."

  "Come on up here.” She patted the space next to her.

  "Little crowded to eat, don't you think?” He cocked a brow at her.

  "I already ate. Now, I'm going to feed you.” She poured him a glass of tea and handed it to him as he settled in next to her. The tea was so good. Cool and refreshing after being in the sun all morning.

  "Ah,” he said as he sat the glass on the side of the truck. “How exactly do you plan to feed me, Sweetheart?"

  As soon as he finished his question, she showed him. She pulled the skin off a chicken breast and directed it right to his mouth. “Just like this."

  She fed him. It was weird at first, but by the time she got to the grapes, he understood why Caesar was sometimes portrayed with a woman feeding him grapes. He felt like a king. “Are you trying to spoil me?"

  "Are you going to let me if I do?” she asked and looked him directly in the eye. She was serious.

  He shrugged.

  "Close enough to a yes. I'll take it.” She set the grapes aside. “Now. I want to do something for you. But then I want you to do something for me."

  "Hmmmm. I don't know about that. You've gone to a lot of trouble. I might need to hear the terms first."

  "Fair enough.” She sucked in her lower lip and then let it go. “I want to do something for you here.” She pointed at the truck bed. “Then, I want you to take me for a ride on that.” She pointed toward the tractor.

  "I'll take you for a ride for free if you want.” He tilted his head trying to read her mood. Why the hell she wanted a ride on a piece of dirty old farm equipment didn't make much sense to him.

  "No. I want to do this first.” She turned and packed everything up. When she turned back, she looked excited. Her brown eyes flickered gold from the sun's light. Her hair looked like fire. She grabbed the ribbon off of the picnic basket and tied her hair back. She was definitely up to something.

  "What'cha got in mind?” His heart began to beat a little faster. Apparently, she was prepping for her next move. His mind raced with possibilities.

  "Put your hands up behind your head and lay down,” she directed as she moved closer to him.

  "Like this?” He removed his hat and folded his arms under his head. He was damn curious now what she had in mind.

  "Yes.” She nodded and studied him for a while. The hot summer sun beat down on them in that truck bed, but he didn't care. She was looking at him like he was a big slice of dessert. “I've never done this before, you know?"

  "Believe me, I know.” Good Lord in heaven above she was going to go down on him. A whole year of dating and she never showed an interest. Hell, sex was basically something they did when he got to the point where he needed the release. He understood more now she had told him all her secrets. He thought she was a tease, or maybe he wasn't as good as other women claimed he was by her reactions back then.

  "Well, I've only been with two people.” She frowned at him. Her words made him even more aware of all the gaps in her stories. She always bragged about a boyfriend but never talked about sex. Two people meant that bastard that took advantage of a young girl ... and him!

  "Oh my God. I am a horrible lover, aren't I?” He tried to sit up. He would rectify one situation right now.

  "You're a wonderful lover, and you better stay right there, buster.” She straddled his hips and pushed his chest. He settled back on his arms again. “You got your turn at doing what you always wanted to do last night. This is my turn."

  "All right then.” How could he argue?

  She traced his chest with her fingers. He was sweaty, not drenched but perspiring nonetheless. He sniffed his underarm quickly making sure he was still safe to be around. Thankfully he still smelled clean. Her fingers traced his collarbone and then circled his nipples. She teased them with her thumbs.

  He could feel his dick grow uncomfortably hard and heavy in his jeans, but he would wait it out a bit longer before making an adjustment.

  "They tightened.” She seemed excited by the discovery.

  "Yeah. They're sensitive, like yours but probably not as sensitive,” he explained.

  She pushed his shirt up and uncovered his nipples. “You need to take this off and tan the rest of this body, Cowboy,” she said then leaned over him to suck on his left nipple.

  "I gotta make an adjustment here, Sweetheart.” If his dick remained at this angle, it was likely to break. He unfolded his arms, but she didn't let go. She kept right on licking and sucking that little nub
. He always liked a woman to play with his nipples. He would not tell her as much, but he suspected she figured it out on her own. “Lift."

  She lifted as she switched. He unfastened and unzipped his jeans, reached into his briefs, and situated his prick so it rest more comfortably. “Ahh."

  "Glad you got him out for me.” She smiled.

  He really wanted to kiss that sassy mouth of hers. She was trembling. He could feel her fingers shaking and see it as the sundress material vibrated. He wouldn't point it out. He needed to encourage her to be who she was, in all aspects of her life, and he liked who she was trying to be in this area a lot.

  "Kiss me.” He fought the urge to grab her as he tucked his arms back under his head. “Please."

  She looked surprised he asked for it, but she did it. She leaned on his chest and brought her sweet lips down to meet his. She tasted like grapes and chocolate. Her smooth lips tickled his with soft slow kisses. He stroked her tongue with his own, and she gripped his chest harder. Her hips settled over his erection, and she pressed herself against him.

  "Mmmm,” he moaned in pleasure.

  "Well, if you like that...” She gulped and looked down to where she was seated. “You'll love this."

  Heath smiled as she shimmied down his body and pulled his jeans and underwear mid thigh. He lifted up to help her. Not a comfortable feat since he still rested on his arms tucked back behind his head.

  He watched her study him. Seeing all his bright white skin against her slightly peach complexion, he realized he definitely needed to get out in the sun more. “Like what you see?"

  "Love it.” She nodded but never took her eyes off his erection.

  She leaned down close.

  The anticipation was killing him. How would she do it? Lick and tease first, or go right in for an open mouth suck. The thoughts had pre-come leaking, and she decided to explore the liquid first.

  "What's this?” she asked and stroked the tip with her finger gathering the liquid on it.

  "Pre-come,” his voice was low and gravelly. He cleared his throat. “You got me pretty wound up here, Sweetheart."

  "Really?” She sniffed her finger then licked it.