Hard As Rock (21 page)

He gave me another look, like
What the hell?!

Just as he did, I eased down on him about halfway – and then pulled myself back up and stopped.

“What are you
doing?”
he groaned.

I smiled. “Having fun.”

“Your brand of fun is
killing
me.”

“Oh, so you wanted a little bit more like this?” I asked as I repeatedly bobbed up and down on his cock, but only halfway.

“Unh – unh – unh – that’s – good,” he grunted with every bounce.

“Or would you like it more like this?” I asked as I plunged all the way down to his base, taking him all the way inside me.

“Holy shit,” he gasped, eyes open wide.

I immediately stopped and put on a strict schoolmarm’s expression. “Oh no, no, no,” I said as seriously as I could. “That won’t do. No profanity.”

“Oh… okay,” he said, confused.

He thinks I’m serious!

How adorable…

I added impishly, “Not while you’re fucking me.”

For good measure I ground my hips against his.

He grinned as he realized I wasn’t serious – then gasped as I continued to swirl my pussy around his cock. “I think
you’re
the one fu… doing that to
me
.”

Suddenly I got a devious idea.

“Doing what to you?” I asked innocently as I continued to rotate my hips.

He put his head back and groaned. “You know.”

“No… what?”

He looked at me from deep in the throes of delirium. “You said no profanity.”

“That’s right… no profanity.” I leaned over onto his chest and licked his nipple, then looked up at him with my best sex goddess expression. “…unless you tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”

His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. “…really?”

I nodded, and leaned towards him. His cock almost slipped out of me… until I rocked backwards and took a couple inches inside me again.

He groaned. “Oh my god… oh my god…”

“Don’t talk to God, talk to
me,
” I cooed.

“Please… please…”

“Please what?”

He paused like he was marshaling all his strength. “…please fuck me.”

A thrill ran through my entire body.

Corruption of the innocent was
so
fun.

I moved backwards and took him all the way inside me, his wet shaft sliding so easily into my pussy.

“Fuck you how?” I whispered, and arched my back slightly so I put some pressure on his cock without moving up or down.

“Like… like you were doing,” he whispered,
his
eyes rolling back in his head now.

“You have to be more specific.”

“Please,” he groaned. “Please… I want you to fuck my cock.”

Oh my GOD.

All of Derek’s dirty talk had never turned me on as much as hearing this altar boy begging me to do bad things to him.

As a reward, I started slowly moving up and down his shaft again, feeling his slick thickness fill me up inch by inch.

“With what part of my body?” I whispered, wanting him to say it.

He lay there, his eyes closed, looking like he was about to die a very happy death.

Not gonna happen, buster.

I stopped moving again.

“Oh, come on!” he cried out.

“With what part of my body?” I insisted.

“With your…”

He looked into my eyes, helpless and embarrassed. I nodded helpfully, smiling mockingly, prodding him along.

“I want you to fuck my cock with your pussy,” he finally blurted out, his cheeks blushing red.

“That’s good,” I whispered, and I began to slide up and down on him again. “Because I
want
to fuck your big, thick cock with my pussy.”

Holy SHIT.

It was turning
me
on even more to be the one doing the dirty talk.

I felt like a bad girl. Like a strong, ‘fuck all y’all, I take what I want’ Bad Girl. Talking to him like this – seeing his embarrassment, but making him say it, and then saying it back to him – seemed transgressive and wrong, but oh so hot.

He groaned as soon as I said it, and grabbed onto my breasts and began kneading them, slightly pinching the nipples.

“Say it again,” I whispered as I plunged down on him, all the way to his base, over and over again.

“Fuck my cock with your pussy,” he whispered as he squeezed my breasts.

“Louder,” I ordered, my own voice starting to pitch higher as my excitement rose.

“Fuck my cock with your pussy,” he said, louder – but not loud enough.

“I can’t hear you!”

Suddenly he grabbed my hair and pulled me down to look me in the eyes. “Fuck my big, thick cock with your gorgeous pussy,” he ordered, his eyes wild, his voice possessed.

That sudden change sent me over the edge.

I cried out as I stared at him. As I started to come, I stopped moving – which I guess was too much for him, because suddenly he was bucking up underneath me, his hips rising to meet my ass, slapping against me as he drove that gorgeous prick deep inside me.

I screamed and moaned, and he started bellowing, “Oh my God, I’m going to come, Kaitlyn, I’m going to come – ”

“Come inside me! Come inside me!” I cried out.

Every muscle in his body tensed, and he looked like he was in enormous pain – and then he was groaning, and I felt his cock expanding, throbbing, bursting inside me, which only drove my own orgasm higher.

I collapsed on his heaving chest, feeling his cock between my wet lips, enjoying the little aftershocks as he pulsed inside my pussy.

“I like it when you talk dirty to me,” I sighed contentedly.

“Yeah… we’re going to have to do that a lot more often,” he panted.

So began a period of utter happiness and domestic bliss.

Our mornings were leisurely and spent doing naughty things between the sheets. Breakfast in bed or naked in the kitchen, it didn’t matter – there was a fair amount of both.

We took horseback rides in the afternoons. I refused to go back into the hills for several days after the cougar, but Ryan offered to take along a rifle. After making him prove his marksmanship against a dozen tin cans lined up on a pine fence, I finally consented… and we never saw hide nor hair of the mountain lion again. Ryan joked that it was a variation on the ‘if you have an umbrella with you, it never rains’ law. So I made sure we never left home without an ‘umbrella.’

There were also occasional trips into town, but the rest of the time I spent working my way through the library of paperbacks while Ryan did his thing in the studio. I would occasionally surprise him by walking in completely naked. He didn’t get much work done on those afternoons.

Evenings consisted of dinner with the MacCruders, or by ourselves in the main house. After that there would be music on the piano or guitar, perhaps some stargazing, and wine.

And kissing.

And sometimes OMing.

But always,
always,
lots and lots of sex.

Once the genie was out of the bottle, there was no going back. I had awoken something crazy in Ryan. Once I got him talking dirty, there was nothing he didn’t want to do.

And truth to tell, with us OMing all the time, I was a wild woman as well. My libido had been reawakened from its depression over Derek, and now I spent the day in a fairly constant state of sexual arousal. Fifteen-minute orgasms several times a day can do that to a person.

My only reservation was that I was afraid the MacCruders could hear us. Ryan assured me that wasn’t the case, going so far as to make me stand outside while he shouted at the top of his lungs from the main bedroom. I could hear him, but it was incredibly faint. There was probably no chance they would hear us, and even if they did, I consoled myself with the idea that it might help Mrs. MacCruder spark some life into her husband. Or at least get him to say more than four words at once.

Anyway, between my rediscovered sex drive and Ryan loosening up, we went on a wild binge of checking items off his bucket list.

The first thing he came up with was sex outside at night – which I immediately nixed because of the cougar.

He then suggested doing it outside during the day, which led to the next adventure we had.

It all started when he was working in the barn. It was a warm day out, so I brought him a glass of lemonade. But to make it extra special, I wore my Daisy Dukes and tied my long sleeve shirt above my midriff.

He was barely interested in the lemonade. After a couple of gulps, he put down the glass and pulled me against him. He took full advantage of the high-cut shorts, running his fingers under the edge of the denim and caressing the curves of my ass.

I giggled and pushed him away. “The MacCruders are going to be scandalized if they walk in here and find us.”

“They’re in town right now.”

“Oh reeeeally.”

“Yep,” he said, and pulled me back in.

As he kissed my neck and ran his fingers down my bare lower back, I looked idly around through half-lidded eyes. There was a lot of hay – both packed in rectangular bundles, and strewn about in huge piles of loose straw.

“We could go for a roll in the hay,” I murmured, not even realizing the words had slipped out until I heard myself speak them.

Ryan stopped nibbling me long enough to stand up straight and look me in the eye. A mischievous smile crept across his face. “Really?”

I figured I might as well play the part to the hilt, so I tilted my head to the side coquettishly. “Well, it might make up for me not wanting to go outside at night.”

“I keep telling you, the cougar wouldn’t bother us if we keep to the fields.”

“
Hell
no.”

“You go on horseback rides with me now that I’m carrying the rifle.”

“Not when I’m naked, I don’t.”

“Hmm…” he grinned.

I swatted him. “One thing at a time.”

He laughed and looked back at the hay.

“I’ve never done that before,” I purred.

“Neither have I.”

Given his rather limited romantic past in high school, that didn’t surprise me – but I decided to tease him all the same. “There wasn’t any little country girl you used to sneak away with when the moment was right?”

He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Would you like to be that little country girl for me?”

I moaned as he started kissing me again. “Yes…”

He took my hand and led me over to the hay. Now that we were about to do it, though, I suddenly got anxious. “But they could walk right in.”

“I told you, they’re in town,” he whispered as he softly kissed my neck.

“Yeah… but if they come back…”

He stopped and looked around thoughtfully. His eyes rose up to the hayloft. “Climb that ladder.”

I surveyed the rickety wooden frame and looked back dubiously at him, but Ryan urged me forward, so I grabbed the rungs and started climbing.

As soon as my ass was in the air, I could feel his fingers running up my thighs and caressing my legs. I even felt a little kiss on the back of my right knee.

“At least wait until I get up there,” I laughed.

“Can’t do it,” he said as he kissed my calf.

Somehow we made it to the second level without having sex on the way.

The loft was a different world. Sunlight filtered through the single open window, casting the entire place in a haze of golden light. Up in the rafters, I could hear a couple of pigeons cooing.

There were bundles and bundles of hay, but nothing loose.

“What are we gonna roll around in?” I asked.

He pulled out a pocketknife and cut the strings on the bales, then spread out a pile of spun gold.

“Your roll in the hay awaits, madam,” he said as he pulled my body against his.

“Why, thank you, kind sir,” I said as I hooked my arms around his neck.

We begin to kiss, soft and slow and sensuously. Everything was so wonderful – the warmth of the sunlight, the cooing of the birds, the clean, fresh smell of the hay, the feeling of his hands gliding across my exposed skin.

We slowly undressed each other, tossing our clothing piece by piece on the floor. There wasn’t any hurry; we luxuriated in every opportunity to touch each other’s newly exposed skin.

Finally we were completely naked, my softness against his firm, muscular body. His cock was already standing straight at attention, pressing hard against my belly. I made it even harder with a few soft strokes of my fingers.

“Lie down,” I whispered.

He lowered himself into the hay, then beckoned to me with his hands. I lay down on top of him, my head facing his cock, my ass in the air. I began kissing up and down his shaft, starting from his balls and slowly working upwards. Behind me, he moaned and gently stroked the globes of my cheeks.

I put my thumb between his lower abs and the base of his cock and lifted it up at an angle. At the same time, I felt his mouth dart soft and wet over the insides of my thighs, slowly trailing up to the ‘v’ of my legs. As I took his swollen head between my lips, I felt my other lips caressed by his tongue, and I gasped.

We begin to slowly lick each other, me working my way down his shaft, rubbing it with my hand, getting it slick with my spit so that I could stroke him and suck at the same time. He propped up his head on a bundle of clothing and went to work, his tongue slowly parting my lips, then slipping inside me, then letting his tongue trail out to softly excite my clit.

I began to moan and take him deeper in my mouth, tasting the first hint of his salty pre-cum. Down below, he inserted two fingers inside my pussy and let his tongue trail up towards my ass, both surprising and delighting me. I hadn’t known he had it in him, but in a few seconds he was softly, gently entering my ass with his tongue as his fingers played over my g-spot. I was so blissed out that I would pause every so often, his cock deep in my mouth, and just feel him as he played with both my ass and pussy. Then my senses would return, and I would go back to caressing his shaft with my lips, wetting him down and stroking him more.

As much as I was enjoying his efforts, mine were ultimately more successful. After a few minutes I felt his tongue retreat, and I heard him whisper, “Kaitlyn – Kaitlyn, stop. If you don’t stop, I’m going to come – Kaitlyn, stop, I’m going to come if you keep doing that – ”