Leave Me Breathless: A second chance romance

by Douglas, Katie

  He grinned as he recognized the lust on my face.

  “He’s all yours.” He indicated in the direction of his cock.

  “He?” I teased. “Don’t tell me you’ve named your penis.”

  “Nope. Rufus earned his name from single-handedly winning the Civil War and solving world hunger.”

  I burst out laughing at the obvious sarcasm.

  “You realize every time I want to annoy you, I’m calling your cock Rufus, now?”

  His fingers suddenly tangled in my hair, sending prickles through my scalp as he controlled my head.

  “And why would you want to annoy me, sweet one, when I can make you mewl just by doing this?” He tugged gently, and I spiraled into an instant reverie.

  “Ohhhh...” I sighed.

  “Better.” He guided my head downward, throwing the sheets off with his other hand, and I was suddenly face-to-tip with his cock, which was already hard and looked way too big to fully fit into my mouth.

  My tongue acted of its own accord, reaching out and licking the bead of moisture that had formed at the tiny slit. I parted my lips and took the head into my mouth, savoring the size and shape pressing against the roof of my mouth and stilling my tongue.

  The silken texture slid easily in, and he was quickly touching the back of my throat.

  “Relax and let me in,” he coaxed. I wanted to do this for him in a way I’d never wanted to take anyone so deeply before. My throat relaxed, and when Jake made a little thrusting movement with his hips, his cock was suddenly all the way in.

  I couldn’t move my tongue to stroke his shaft; he was too big. He pressed against my soft palate in a way that stopped me breathing, even through my nose. I was completely helpless to do anything, except hold tight with my lips and trust him to know what he was doing.

  He moved his hands so they were both on my head, and he used them to guide me, his cock gently fucking me at the same time. I was an object to be used by him, and I loved it. Needed it. Didn’t understand how I’d ever thought I could be anything else.

  He pulled out, so only the tip was inside me, and I gasped for air. The controlling touch of his fingers against my scalp changed to gentle reassurances. He stroked my hair and I felt his approval before he said anything.

  “Good girl,” he told me. In the moment, those two words meant more to me than anything anyone had ever said before.

  I held his shaft in one of my hands, pumping it, while my tongue licked his mushroom-shaped head, making him groan quietly. His fingers kept stroking my hair; he was a tiger, whose claws were sheathed, watching a mouse, but at any moment he might pounce again.

  Sure enough, his hands applied pressure and I let go of his shaft as my mouth was his to use once more.

  He took control, forcing my head down until my nose was against his skin and his cock was so deep I couldn’t swallow. He fucked my face, making me take him exactly the way he wanted, and I let him. I gave myself to him, letting him possess my body and control when I breathed.

  I was his to possess, and to do whatever else he wanted with.

  He let me breathe again, and my pussy ached so bad for him that I kept writhing my hips side-to-side.

  “Swallow every drop,” he told me in a low growl. My eyes widened. I’d never swallowed cum before. What if I didn’t like it? But before I really had a chance to say anything, he had pulled me back down and was skullfucking me with more power than before.

  His pace increased, his hard cock rubbing my throat raw, until suddenly, he stilled. I felt hot jets of his cum shooting deep into my throat. It was too far down to taste anything. I tried to swallow around him, and only succeeded in milking more of his liquid from his shaft.

  When he was done, he slid out gently, his fingers still in my hair. I swallowed two or three times to clear my throat then I snuggled against his bare chest.

  “Good girl, you did so well,” he said, his voice slightly gruff, still. “Later today, I’m going to reward you for working so hard to take all of me and swallow everything I gave you.”

  His words hinted at more naughtiness and I shivered with delight.

  After that, I didn’t know how anything as mundane as breakfast could happen, but once he’d held me for a few minutes, Jake got up and went downstairs to put coffee on.

  * * *

  Jake

  The easy morning we’d shared quickly got swept away when Bob came calling. Dylan was feeding the horses and I’d been catching up on some paperwork when the sheriff tapped on the door to the stable’s office.

  “Hey, Bob, how’s it going?” I asked, in a very amiable mood today.

  “I could ask you the same. That girl of yours looks pretty happy. Ain’t never seen anyone skipping about their chores outside of a musical.”

  I chuckled. Dylan was exceptionally cheerful this morning.

  “Anything strange happen in the night?” Bob asked.

  I shook my head. “We slept like babies. Eventually.”

  “Heh, well, I’m glad someone did.”

  “What d’you mean?”

  He looked like he hadn’t slept much. “Best get Lawson and Clay over here.”

  I called and they came straight away. Bob got out his phone and held it for us to see.

  “This happened last night on Cherrytop Farm.”

  “Geez!” Clay looked away quickly.

  “Oh my God.” Lawson was shocked, too.

  “That’s...” I barely took in what I was looking at.

  “Yeah. As soon as the owner found it, they got it patched up, but the animal disappeared soon after.”

  “Someone stole it like that?” Lawson exclaimed.

  I couldn’t stop staring at the awful picture. The horse had been hurt pretty badly.

  “I looked into some other cases; we ain’t had nothin’ similar in Snake Eye, but in all the little districts around here, there’s been one or two similar cases in a year, then nothing more. Horse gets injured. Horse disappears.”

  “Someone’s working their way around different areas to avoid being detected by local cops?” Clay asked.

  “Looks that way.”

  “I don’t understand. What would anyone gain out of this?” I asked.

  “Son, can you go get Dylan?”

  I shook my head. “She shouldn’t see this. It’ll upset her. She hates when bad things happen to horses.”

  “I need her expert opinion,” Bob insisted.

  I found her in one of the stalls having a deep and meaningful conversation with Louisa, a bay mare. I hated having to ruin her day like this.

  “Dill, could you come to the office, please? Bob’s in there, and he needs help.”

  “Sure thing, boss!” she chirped.

  “There’s been another horse attack. It’s not gonna be pleasant,” I added.

  She sighed and shook her head. “It never is, is it?”

  “In your unofficial expert opinion as a vet, would you mind taking a look at these pictures for me?” Bob asked. “They’re pretty grisly.”

  Dylan looked at Bob’s phone, her face impassive. Occasionally, she zoomed in on various parts of the picture. It was two full minutes before she said anything.

  “This is surgical,” she said at last.

  “Sure?” Bob asked.

  “Positive. Someone did this with a scalpel.”

  “Just like Betsy,” Clay added in disbelief.

  “Exactly like Betsy.” Dylan had tears in her eyes. “You’re looking for someone with medical training and equipment.”

  Clay, Lawson and I exchanged a dark glance. Whoever it was, there was no doubt in my mind this was the same person who hurt Dylan all those years ago.

  “I’m changing the protection you’re getting,” Bob said. “Would you mind if I slept on your couch, tonight, Jake?”

  I nodded. “That’s fine.”

  “Good, because I have a feeling we’re gonna catch our horse criminal. He’s getting desperate and that means he’s making mistakes.”r />
  Chapter 12

  Jake

  For the rest of the day, the atmosphere at the ranch was different. The girls were grouped so none of them were left by themselves. Dylan was paired with Harper, just in case anyone tried to get her alone. I’d prefer to be by her side, myself, but Barrett and I had to take measures to keep the animals safe.

  “So, you and Dylan Pines are back together, now?” Barrett asked as we nailed wooden planks diagonally over the windows to the stables.

  “Sorta. I mean, it’s only been a couple of days but it’s going good. Aside from the asshole who took Betsy.”

  “You think she’ll settle, this time?”

  I shrugged. I hadn’t given it too much thought because I’d been busy savoring our time together.

  “Who knows? C’mon, man, you’re one to talk! After this long, did you know Harper was gonna stay for dinner, let alone forever?”

  “You and Dylan got a two-year head start on me and Harper,” Barrett pointed out.

  “I hate when you’re right,” I chuckled.

  As I nailed more wood against the windows, I reflected that I really liked waking up beside her. It would be pretty nice if she stayed. I only hoped the current danger didn’t scare her into retreating, again.

  I’d have to do my best to make her feel safe and wanted. And nail the bastard who had threatened her to the wall by his balls.

  * * *

  Dylan

  After a day of the men of Lemon Tree Ranch acting like they were preparing for war, it was finally dinner time. When Jake came back, he found me in the kitchen already, making mashed potato.

  “My turn to cook,” I said, savoring the look of amazement on his face.

  “But... but... this is my kitchen,” he protested. It was adorable.

  “I could go cook in my own, but it’s forty minutes away. Your dinner would get cold.”

  He pretended to contemplate this.

  “I can think of much better ways to spend forty minutes,” he said.

  I giggled and decided to tease him. “Like eating?”

  He stepped behind me, his breath hot on my neck as he murmured into my ear, “Only if you’re the dessert.”

  I moaned as my body responded to him almost straight away. “That can be arranged.” I decided to be sassy. “Anyway, it’s eighty minutes. I’d have to drive there and back again.”

  He swatted my ass playfully and I laughed. I didn’t remember the last time I’d been so happy.

  I served up the food and took it to the kitchen table, pleased to have an opportunity to take care of him for a change, after everything he’d done for me.

  I watched him intently while he took his first forkful.

  “Mmm, it’s good.” He gave me a little nod of appreciation and my heart flooded with satisfaction. Only then could I start eating.

  After dinner, as promised, he took me upstairs.

  “Ever had anything in your ass?” His tone was casual while he brought up what might have been an awkward question in the hands of anyone else.

  “Yeah. I tried it.” I hadn’t especially found it riveting, but I was open to the possibility that Jake might do things differently.

  “Good, because I got something you’ll like. Take your clothes off, get on the bed on all fours, and I’ll show you.”

  Unable to resist that tone, I did as he told me, and was soon waiting to find out what he’d planned.

  “Seen one of these, before?” He held it out in front of my face and my eyes focused. It was squishy-looking shiny black plastic in the shape of a round-nosed rocket, with a flared base. And it was wider than one of his fingers.

  “A butt plug? I know what they are, but I’ve never used one.”

  “I’m gonna cover this baby in lube then slide it into your ass, nice and snug.”

  “What will happen?”

  “I’ll fuck your pussy and when the plug moves, it’ll make you feel like you’re having a three-way.”

  I thought he was exaggerating. I mean, I’d never actually had a three-way, but I could imagine it pretty well. Still, I was intrigued, and more than willing to try it out.

  Cold liquid touched my ass first. The plug was covered in it. Jake pressed the plug against my puckered opening and it yielded almost straight away. For the first inch or so, anyway.

  “That’s turning into quite a stretch,” I remarked as the plug began getting too wide.

  “It’s gotta be. Otherwise it would just fall straight back out again.”

  He kept pushing it in, slowly, and my ring of muscle was stretched so wide I wasn’t sure I could take much more. The whole time, my clit was throbbing as my ass got a whole new kind of workout. I moaned into the bed and tried to keep my butt still.

  “That’s it, just relax and let it in. Almost there.” Jake’s words coached me through the soreness, then suddenly the plug stopped widening and slid the rest of the way inside me until I felt the base touching my opening, stopping me swallowing it completely.

  “How does that feel?” he asked.

  “So full,” I breathed. “I don’t think your cock will fit at the same time.”

  “I’m pretty sure it will. Don’t move.” He swatted my ass playfully, like he was only doing it because he could, and I waited for whatever else he planned.

  I heard the tearing of foil. He got up onto the bed, behind me, and the next thing I knew, his cock was positioned against my opening. I bit my lip, still unsure whether his huge cock could fuck me when my ass was plugged.

  He touched a finger to the top of my labia and ran it slowly down past my clit, making me moan.

  “Good girl. You’re going to take it all, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, sir.” The response just popped out, but it felt like the right thing to say.

  He lined his cock up with my entrance, and I thought I might implode while I waited for him to enter me. Tantalizingly slowly, he slid inside me, his cock pushing against the butt plug and stretching me in ways I’d never experienced before. I moaned again, feeling completely filled, and let him sheath himself to the hilt.

  He remained still for a moment, his hard abs touching my butt cheeks, reminding me of how close we were.

  “How is it?”

  “Mmmmm...” I couldn’t quite enunciate, but my reply came straight from the heart.

  “Ready for me to fuck you until you come?”

  “Mmhmm.”

  “Good.” He slid out a little way then slammed in again. A burst of pain and pleasure consumed me. My pussy spasmed around him.

  When his movements became rhythmic, I held onto the bed sheet, fingers tangled in it, as he filled me, pulled out, filled me, pulled out, and my whole existence seemed to focus around the motion, the stretching sensation, the tingles glimmering in my core and radiating from my ass. Everything was so much more intense than usual, and I knew I was going to come quickly.

  He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he rode me deep.

  “I’m gonna fill you with my cum,” he promised. I moaned, unable to put words together.

  He reached under me and pinched my clit. The sharp pleasure sent me over the edge, and my body spasmed and contorted while showers of tingles spread from my pussy and ass through my entire body. I was still coming when he seized my hips once more and fucked me even harder, drawing out my orgasm as he lost himself in his own.

  He growled, slamming into me one last time, and I knew he was there, even before his cock pulsed and swelled inside me. My pussy clenched around him, milking him. My ass squeezed against the big plug, dragging me further down into the depths of pleasure. We were sharing this moment of intense connection and I didn’t want it to end.

  * * *

  Jake

  I was holding Dylan and we both lay sideways on the bed, stunned, when there was a knock at the front door.

  “Shit. Bob.” I scrambled to my feet, pulling the condom off and hurriedly dressed.

  I went downstairs and opened the
door, letting the sheriff in.

  “Didn’t catch you at a bad time, did I?” He had a knowing twinkle in his eye. I shrugged. If anyone in twenty miles didn’t know Dylan was mine before tonight, they had to by now.

  “Would you like something to eat or drink?” I asked him.

  “I’ll take a drink if you’ve got any sweet tea.”

  I shook my head. “Fresh out. I got lemonade, though.”

  “That would be just fine.”

  I put ice in a glass then poured out the drink, leaving it on the kitchen table where Bob was already making himself at home.

  “I didn’t want to alarm Dylan, earlier, but I think we’re looking for someone she works with,” Bob said quietly. “I did a bit more investigating and Blueberry Sanctuary has reported five horse thefts this past year. Out of my jurisdiction so I didn’t hear about them. Sheriff Frank Malone covers that area, and he told me he thinks it’s organized crime.”

  “Like... the mafia? Here?” I shook my head in disbelief.

  “Stranger things have happened. A couple of my deputies are hiding out in Harper’s old truck, in case we need quick backup. I wanted to avoid bringing patrol cars down here in case it tipped off our perps.”

  I nodded. It was exactly the kind of thing Bob always thought of.

  “So... what do we do now?” I felt out of my depth with all this stuff.

  “We wait.”

  * * *

  Dylan

  A splintering crash from somewhere nearby awoke me. I startled into a sitting position and snapped the light on straight away. The bedside clock said it was just after two.

  I didn’t need to awaken Jake. He was already getting out of bed and pulling his jeans on.

  “Stay here,” he told me.

  I shook my head. “No way. I’m not going to be alone while someone’s out there!”

  “It’s not safe.”

  “Last time he got me, I was by myself,” I countered. I didn’t want to be a sitting duck.

  Jake nodded. “Fine. But you do exactly as you’re told.”