Breaking away for a breath, she whispers, “Van,” against my lips.
I am gone. My erection hits hard against the fly of my jeans. I back her to the dresser as her hands wind up and into my hair. She pulls me to her lips again and without holding back I devour her mouth. Sliding my hand to the end of her braid, I undo it and tug at the roots of her hair. The pull between us is stronger than any encounter I’ve ever shared with a woman. I can’t seem to get close enough as she wraps her leg high around my thigh rocking into me. My right hand goes to the edge of her short shorts tracing and teasing.
Tugging my hair, she pulls from me with her mouth while still pressing every inch of her body against me that she can, “Van,” my name comes off her swollen lips in a lusty rasp making me want to blow my load right this second.
“I want in, Elle.” I groan as I slide my fingers up the hem of her shorts and tease the edge of her panties testing the line to heaven.
Dropping her hips, she presses my fingers against her panties revealing the dampness of her desire.
“Tell me,” I order needing her to tell me I’m free to take her.
Gripping my hair, she pulls me to her and slams her mouth to mine again. I want to get lost in her, but I need the words. “Elle,” I moan her name as I revel the feel of her tugging my hair at the root trying to hold me where she wants me. “Tell me, darlin’.”
I let my finger slip into the side of her panties. With just my fingertip, I glide over her pussy lips before I circle her tight opening.
“Don’t tease me!” She demands as she moves her hips trying to get me where she wants me.
I laugh feeling the same need she does.
“Say it, Elle. You want me, you tell me.”
Her hands release my hair and with a slap to my chest she puts distance between us to break the kiss but not separating lower half from me.
“Your ego need to hear, then listen close, Van. Don’t tease me. I want you, you want me, fucking take me. I want to forget the world, but me and you.” A devilish smile plays on her well worked lips, “unless you want me to take you that is?”
“Hell, I think I’ve met my match.”
Without hesitation I kiss her again as I move my hands to behind her knees wrapping her legs around my waist and pressing her into the dresser as I slip my fingers under the hem of her shorts. Finding her panties, I push them aside as I slide between her perfectly mounded pussy lips and into her tight, wet, heat. Throwing her head back she hits my wall as her muscles convulse around my digit working her higher and higher as I slide in and out.
When I add a second finger she shamelessly grinds seeking her release. My cock pulses in my pants wanting to be inside her. Our breathing is labored. I move my thumb to apply pressure to her clit sending her shaking into orgasm. Loudly she cries out sending Hooch following with a hound dog howl any hunter would be proud of.
This is ecstasy, her crying out, her body trembling in my hold, yes, this is everything.
Six
Elle
Ecstasy.
I am in over my head. I have lost my mind. Someone should check my temperature, surely I suffer from delirium.
The dog is howling, my body is burning with desire, I just had an orgasm by his fingers alone, and he seems perfect. Too perfect.
Granny always said be wary of anything that is too good to be true.
Coming in when my life is falling apart, that’s not fate, that’s too good to be true. Devilishly handsome, charming, and down to earth, far too good to be true. Kissing me like he’s a man lost in the desert and I’m the only water he’s consumed for days, too much. The top to the cake, fingers that work like the man was born to give orgasms simply with his hands.
Oh his hands.
Van has thick, rough, hard working man hands. The veins on top show his strength, the callouses are earned not given and the way his nails are so short from work keep the tips ever so delicate and uneven at the same time so when he first touched the satin skin of my pussy lips, I thought I would flood the floor with my own arousal. Sliding in and out of my core, I relish the feel of his thick fingers as my body grips him trying to hold him inside me. I can feel his hard cock against the denim of his jeans and my own and he’s long and thick. If his fingers are this good, I don’t think I’ll survive more.
But I damn sure want to try.
One night. I’ll give myself one night. Hours really. I’ll let myself have a few hours with him and then I’ll be on my way. I’ll face the mess that is my life. Right here, right now, coming through the aftershocks of my orgasm, I don’t want to stop any time soon. I want him hard, long, and thick growing inside me as he pounds away.
The thoughts have me moaning in pleasure as he moves us to the futon laying me under his body. The weight, the feel of him covering me makes my every cell of skin tingle in anticipation for more.
Too good to be true, yes, but one night of earned ecstasy I’ll give into. Consequences be damned.
His lips assault mine as he takes from me. I fight to give it back to him, but still coming down from my orgasm it’s an uphill battle. Van’s hands roam my body, gripping my hips hard then sliding up my torso. As he tries to go under my tight corset to no avail, he breaks harshly from me and rises to his knees looking down at me. The lust, desire, and animal need in his green depths is something I’ve never seen in my twenty-four years on this planet. That one look stirs the sexual vixen inside me that has be tied up for so long, letting her loose.
My breaths become spaced and deep as his appraisal travels all over me. “Darlin’ gonna have to sit up so I can get you outta that sexy as hell top.” His voice is so gravely it does nothing to hide his desire. He feels this and is all in.
I rise, reaching back with many years of practice to unbuckle and then unzip the fabric from my flesh and toss it to the floor. Hooch whines as it lands at his feet, but the fire breathing in Van’s eyes keeps my total focus.
His tongue darts out to his upper lip and I can’t help but need it in my mouth or on my body. I don’t care which. I pull him down to me and press my lips to his all while his hands grasp my aching breasts. His rough calloused hands feel so good against my sensitive skin. Each kneed, roll, and pull sends sparks right to my core that is nowhere sated from this man. No, I’m more turned on right now than I have been in my entire life.
His lips leave mine as he moves down my body like a man on a mission. When his hot lips cover my nipple, the moan that escapes me is guttural. Van’s fingers roll and pinch my other peak. The combination has my hips move needing friction in my core, but with his position over me, I frustratingly can’t get it. The burn, the need, the want, and the desire only intensifies into a huge fireball.
My fingers stumble on the hem of his shirt, tugging to free it from his body. I want to be skin on skin with this man. I want to feel the short hairs dusting his chest scratch softly to the tender skin of my breasts. Breaking away, he straddles me, sitting up to shed his shirt. His muscles flex as I count the eight pack of his abs that have a trail of dark hair leading down to his jeans struggling to contain his cock.
His tattoo over his right pectoral has me wondering it’s meaning as I read the script under the antique umbrella, ‘when life rains down on you, know where to find your cover.’ As he moves I see the ink on the inside of his bicep, in bold letters he has the word, ‘earned’.
Damn right he earned it. The build of his body isn’t one that says he spends hours at a gym but rather his body is defined by the work he does daily. I can respect it and I find it to be more of a turn on as his hair hangs, covering his beautiful eyes as his lips come back to mine. I run my hands up his back, I relish as his taut muscles move in sync with his body covering me. I scissor my legs trying to relieve the ever building ache.
Pulling my head back, I give in. “More, Van, I want more.”
Swiftly, he’s off me to stand beside the futon, leaving me covering my chest to ease the feel of the air on my sensitive and ex
posed nipples as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans. My mouth drops open when he takes his cock in hand and strokes himself from root to tip in one fluid movement.
When I slide my hands to the button on my own shorts, I’m stopped when he speaks in a husky tone. “Don’t. I want the pleasure.” A wicked grin plays on his lips as he removes his jeans and then settles himself at the very end of the futon, taking my legs in his hands.
“Thank God I shaved,” I blurt out as he tosses my boots to the floor and traces his teeth up my calf and to my inner thigh.
“One day, I’ll shave you.” He says and I quiver at the mere thought. His hands undo my button and zipper before he effortlessly lifts my hips to slide my shorts off with my panties at the same time. Before my body can register the open air around me, my legs are pushed high, one pinned to the side of the futon back and the other hanging wildly to the side as the feel of Van’s hair hits my inner thighs just before the wet heat of his tongue hits my pussy.
My body reacts trying to wrap my legs around his head which only pushes him to lap harder as my inner walls convulse and my stomach clinches in a build up that has me closing my eyes to take in the many sensations as Van eats me like the best meal he’s ever devoured. I explode from the inside out as a sheen sweat covers my skin.
Slowly, tenderly, he kisses my inner thighs as he pulls back and my legs fall limp to the sides. Putting my hands in his hair, I bring his face to look at my eyes, the heat, the desire is still there, but there is something else in the air between us. I can’t explain it as my body automatically seems to crave more just by looking in the ocean sea of green in his stare.
His body covers mine as our lips meet. I can taste myself on his tongue as I feel the head of his cock line up at my entrance. In a single thrust he pushes in and I cry out as he fills me.
“Sorry, I can’t hold back, Elle.” He whispers against my mouth making his breathe come hot on my lips as I feel him speak and try to register the multitude of sensations around me.
Elle, my name on his lips is an aphrodisiac all its own. A firm grip on my hips holds me still as he slides out and back in. I feel him practically to my throat as my body wants to keep him inside me forever. Tears try to fight free as I suddenly have so much emotion for the stranger over me.
I’ve had one night stands before, but never like this. Every fiber of my body is in tune to his as he continues to set a rhythm that has my hips wanting to rise and draw him in deeper. Our teeth clank when we both seem to be trying to drink the other one in further and further we fall into the depths of the moment. His head moves to my neck and I feel his hair tickle my cheek as he grazes his teeth along my collar bone. The gentle feel in contrast to the onslaught of his cock pounding in and out of me so hard, so thick, so firm, sends me soaring over the edge as I dig my nails into his back holding him still over me, in me, and with me. I feel the warmth of his hot seed pour into me as he fights to hold his weight up over me.
Both of us take a moment to try to steady our breathing unsuccessfully when his green eyes meet mine. “Elle, that, that,” He doesn’t finish, but I still nod anyway.
What could I say … that was beyond amazing, earth shattering, or any other sexual cliché, it was fucking bliss.
Seven
Sullivan
Misery.
Leaving her sated in my home with my dog curled up at her feet is misery. After a few hours of being inside her body, we both collapsed into sleep naked tangled together. Only my phone has been blaring for the last thirty minutes as I’ve tried to ignore my alarm. My responsibilities are already set out. I can’t drop the ball before I’ve even made it through day one.
On a groan, I climb over her smiling as she whines but doesn’t make a move to jump up and run away like I’m afraid she’ll do later. After a quick shower, I dress to the expectations of my family while I look to the golden haired beauty in my bed only wanting to join her again.
“Elle, I gotta go meet my mother.” I whisper and she stretches blinking her eyes at me. “Go back to sleep, I’ll be home later. Hooch has been fed and let out, he’s ready to nap.” I laugh looking at my dog who has made himself quite comfortable at Chi’s feet.
“I can go,” she starts to raise up and I shake my head at her. She lays back on the pillow and looks at me strangely, “church?” she asks and I look to the button up shirt and khaki pants I’m wearing.
“Family meeting, not church.”
She nods her head as I see her struggle to keep her eyes open. “Go back to sleep, I’ll see you after a bit.”
On a sleepy sigh, she closes her eyes and I move over to my dog. “Alright, Hooch, you’re in charge.” I scratch behind his ear before finally making myself leave.
The ride to town is quiet as I can’t believe what’s to come. Just when I finally meet someone who seems to keep my attention, everything is about to change.
The entire idea of this fitting with George the tailor has me anxious. I enter the small store space in a fog. I can’t help but wonder if Elle has woken up. Did she immediately call for a cab? Will she still be laying with her honey hair wild against my pillow?
My dick gets hard merely thinking of it. I’m in deep.
George calls me back and has me stand on a step up while he has me wear each jacket and pant set to ensure the fit is exactly how he wants it. Thankfully my mother sent me a text that she would be unable to make it here today so at least I don’t have to deal with her through this process.
The material makes me itch. Stretching my arms out I feel the restriction in my shoulders and I want to be like the Hulk and rip the shit to shreds already.
This is not who I am.
The man in the three mirrors surrounding me in the tailored navy suit is most certainly Sullivan Marks, but he’s definitely not Sully the farmer. Conflicted emotions run through me. Can I really do this? Can I give up everything I desire to fit into some cookie cutter mold of an executive officer on a board for my family company?
Yes, I can. Yes, I will. But, I damn sure don’t want to.
Just as I’m finishing up with George, the bell chimes on his shop front door. With the arrogance he carries so well in strides my brother Donovan.
“Sully, looking sharp, baby bro.” He says on a smirk as he takes in my current ensemble. “I think I have the same shade. Mom loved trying to make us twins. Let’s make sure that shit doesn’t happen at the office.”
“Aww, come on Donnie boy, don’t want me crampin’ your style.” I say stepping down and heading towards the dressing room to change back into my jeans and flannel shirt.
“Shut the fuck up,” he gives me on a laugh. “You’re nowhere near my league buddy.”
“Good thing I don’t aspire to be,” I toss out from behind the door.
“You sleep in the barn or some shit last night?”
Walking out of the room leaving the stiff suits behind on hangers, I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why the hell would you say that? I have a house. It may not be a grand display of wealth but the shit is mine.”
“You’re too easy going today. Usually the thought of you getting in a suit has you ready to jump off a building. I show up here and you’re tossing jokes back with me like we’re at the fucking bar.” His eyes meet mine. “No way!”
“Huh?” I question really not understanding his reaction.
“No way you got laid last night. I see the twinkle, bro. Either you landed yourself a brand new, shiny, green John Deer, or big red International tractor in the last eight hours or you got your dick sucked. Being as the places to buy equipment aren’t open on a Sunday morning, you got your cock wet. The question is who did it? You left the bar alone in the wee hours of the morning. Hooch really some shifter that turns into a hot broad you been keeping from me or something crazy?”
I bend over laughing. “You’re absolutely nuts, Don. Seriously, bat-shit crazy.”
“Who is she? I gotta know.”
I slap him on the back as my mind once again won
ders if Elle is still laying in my bed. “She’s someone who needed a friend. I was at the right place at the right time. She’s shy so no need to overwhelm her with your ass.”
“Shy, well, bro shy can be good. I find the quiet ones to go wild in bed.”
“Don’t even think about her like that or I’ll throw you in my wood chopper and let it shred you into a million pieces.” I growl having this sudden jealously hit me like never before.
“You can let your wood chipper collect dust along with all that other shit you got. The corporate world is about to be your life. Your little shy one will have to learn to be the trophy on your arm for charity functions or,” he smirks, “I’ll be happy to share my little black book with you for events. I have stars for the ones who’ll make sure you get a piece before and after.”
“You have issues, Don.”
“Don’t we all,” he laughs as George comes from the back with a garment bag full of my new clothes for my life as the face of Marks Bourbon.
“Keep an extra in the closet in your office in case you need a change mid-day.” Don says making his way out to his car.
I nod as he folds into the machine. “Thanks for coming today, to show your support,” I pause, “well sort of.”
He simply shakes his head before closing his door and taking off. This can’t be easy for him. Donovan has always wanted to be the face of the family business. He’s never tried to hide who he is or do anything else. Only money has a way of changing people. Having never struggled for anything, Don is impulsive and doesn’t think about the consequences of his behaviors. Then again, maybe he does but doesn’t give a shit. Although, I think there is more to it than that. Until now, I’ve never given it much thought.
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