Illegal Fantasies (Anthology ~ Behind Closed Doors) (9 page)

Quinn struggled to hold back, but with Callie’s wicked mouth milking him, and her hand sliding across his flesh, it was more than he could handle. After all, he was only human.

With a gentle scraping of teeth, Callie knew he was done.

“Oh Christ!” he shouted, pulling her head forward and burying himself deep in her throat. Quinn went deaf, dumb, and blind for that one moment. Time stopped as his fiancée accepted everything he had to offer.

Callie relaxed and let him come down off his high. Slowly, when he released her head, she set him free. It turned her on that he was
breathing heavy, almost like he had participated in a marathon.

“Well, Sheriff, it looks like you
have finally discharged your weapon, and now the fun can begin.”

If he wasn’t still turned on by this little hook up, he might have laughed at h
er play on words. In all honesty, he was glad he’d gotten off, but it wasn’t going to be the last time tonight. Callie had only whetted his appetite.

He had a craving for sexy farmer’s daughter.

“Are you done, Callie?” he asked, staring down at her.

“I guess that sorta depends on you, Sheriff.”

When she grinned at him and winked, he wanted to drag her off to a hay bale and show her what he was capable of. Instead, he simply pulled her to her feet and pushed her against the wall. With his hands, he pulled her wrists behind her back and slapped on the cuffs he’d had attached to the back of his jeans.

“I don’t have my badge and sidearm, but I never leave home without my handcuffs,” he whispered in her ear. “I think you’re the trespasser, and I’m going to bring you in.”

Callie grinned, loving that her sweet, sexy man was playing along.

“Oh no, Sheriff. Please don’t,” she begged. “I’ll do anything you ask,” she offered.

He kicked her legs apart to pat her down. “I’m going to check you for any hidden weapons,” he said, yanking his jeans back up to his hips. The last thing he needed was to trip, fall, and land on her.

“I swear, Sherif
f Gaines, I don’t have anything, but you can strip search me if you want.”

He slowly slid his hands over her hips, abdomen, and up
toward her breasts. With eager fingers, he pulled the front of her red plaid shirt down, revealing Callie’s bra and all the goods.

She gasped as his fingers yanked her free of her clothing. With sure and steady hands, he began stroking her breasts and playing with her already erect nipples.

“What’s this?” he asked, bringing both hands around to knead and massage them as he trapped her between his body and the wall.

Callie moaned as he drove her crazy. “Sheriff?” she asked, waiting for him to tell her what he found.

“I think these should be illegal. Does your daddy know you’re meeting men up here in the barn, honey?” he whispered in her ear.

“No, sir,” she replied, as his hands went lower. When they broke the top of her shorts and slid inside the denim, Callie could hear his breathing increase.

“You weren’t lying, were you? You’re not wearing anything under these really scandalous and slutty shorts.”

“No
, sir,” she whispered, as his fingers went lower and found the moisture he’d caused. When he slid his fingertips through the wetness, she shook in need.

Quinn loved her reaction to him. With his mouth, he nibbled on the side of her neck as
his fingers teased and tormented. “Lookee here, Miss Callie,” he drawled in his best hick town sheriff voice. “I think you’re hiding a secret or two yourself,” he stated.

“Quinn,” she moaned as he stroked her
, sliding his fingers deep into her body.

“
There’s no Quinn here, Callie. You lured in a horny sheriff, and he’s still hungry. In fact, I’m going to carry you over to that hay, strip you down, and make you beg over and over again,” he promised.

It turned her on even more.

When she began to shake, he kept probing and stroking until Callie gasped right before shattering apart.

“That’s a good girl. If you keep obeying the sheriff,
then maybe I’ll take you out of those cuffs,” he whispered, right before he pulled his hand free from her shorts.

Callie was having a hard time focusing. She was still turned on
by what she knew was waiting for her in his pants.

Dragging her over to the hay, he stood her upright and yanked her shorts down to her ankles. Already, his body was alive and ready to
be buried deep within hers.

But first, he was going to keep their game going.

“Step out of your shorts,” he ordered.

“What are you planning, Sheriff?” she asked, licking her lips. Callie knew what drove him
to the edge of control.

“I’m going to taste you, and then teach you that trespassing is a very serious offense here in Myrtle Springs.”

She did what he asked and was lowered to the hay.

Immediately, he joined her, tossing aside his hat as he headed right for his prize. She gasped as he roughly went for the most sensitive part of her body. When his mouth clamped down on it, and he began working feverishly
, she couldn’t hold back the moans.

“Quinton!” she gasped.

God, he loved the way she tasted. It was like lapping nectar from the sweetest flower. Quinn knew that with each taste, he was more and more lost in the woman beneath him.

“Please let me free,” she begged, dying to touch him.

He had other plans for now. At that moment, he wanted to worship her body in the worst way. Quinn’s plan was to start devouring Callie as he worked his way up.

As her body shook, he pushed her further into the pleasure, needing her to fall again.

“Oh God! Oh God!” she shouted, as he lightly nipped her, shoving her headlong into such intense pleasure.

When Callie began quivering under him, he paused for a moment, knowing that he was far from done. He waited for her to open her eyes and stare at him. It pleased
Quinn that they were glazed over with lust. In fact, she looked like a big satisfied cat.

“You’re not done,” he said, pulling her to a sitting position. “It seems that I’m all hot and bothered again by my sexy farm girl.
”

She stared at him, chewing on her bottom lip. “What do you need me to do, Sheriff?” she asked.

He didn't answer, but instead lowered his jeans and boxers again. Then, he leaned against a bale of hay and pointed to his lap. “Ride ‘em, cowgirl,” he said, grinning wickedly.

Callie didn't hesitate. Instead, she walked over and straddled his body. When he held himself in place, she slowly slid down the full length of him, burying Quinn deep.

His moan said it all.

“So tight, honey.”

She began bouncing in his lap. Her breasts were out and bobbing in front of his face as her lower body swallowed his erection.

“Like this, Sheriff?” she asked breathlessly.

“Oh yeah, just like that, honey! Harder,” he murmured, having her grind down on him.

Callie rode him brutally. She was driving him deep into her body and pulling gasps from
their lips. Just when she thought she’d push him over the edge, he found a way to stay in control.

Damn him!

She was so close!

Quinn could feel her tightening down on his body and knew the sexy babe in his lap was close. He was holding on by the skin of his teeth, thinking about anything but the bouncy breasts and the scent of sex filling the barn. What he wanted to do was
explode, burying himself in her body.

She started shaking and moaned his name, right before breaking apart again. Callie stopped moving and shook in his lap.

Quinn grabbed her breasts, one in each hand and started sucking on her nipples. He knew she was super sensitive and he loved hearing her beg.

Callie was forced to focus as he
tormented her while she sat on his throbbing erection. It was a constant reminder of what was yet to come. Quinton wasn’t done with her, not by a long shot.

“I’d like to say
I could let you go, honey, but I seem to still have a problem.”

She didn't have time to speak. He had her up out of his lap and bent over one of the hay bales.

“Really nice view,” he said, kicking her legs apart. “I’m going to really enjoy this, ma’am,” he said, sliding into her body.

Callie gasped as he drove in and began working himself in and out of her body.

“So fucking hot, Callie,” he muttered, watching his wetness slicked erection sliding in and out of her. “I could do this all day,” he threatened, enjoying her gasps. When he thrust into her, she slid forward, so he got some leverage. Grabbing the handcuffs, he used them to hold her in place.

Now, this was the proper way to handle the farmer’s daughter.

“Quinn!” she shouted, as he worked hard at finding that one spot.

Once he
located it, he was slamming into it over and over again with so much force, that she was shifting against the hay. It must have been rubbing against her sensitive nipples, because he’d never heard her respond quite like this before.

“You were a bad girl, Callie, and it’s my job to keep the troublemakers in line.”

She didn't know if she could handle any more. Her body was on fire. In fact, the way he was controlling it with her manacled wrists was hotter than hell.

He was
driving her crazy.

“Tell me you’ll be a good girl and not break into Farmer Willerby’s barn anymore.”

She tried to focus on his words.

“Tell me, Callie!” he demanded. “
Thanks to that hot mouth of yours, I can go as long as it takes until you give me what I want.”

Somehow, she didn't think he was kidding.
Quinn was definitely enjoying this little fantasy.

“Oh God,” she whispered.

“Tell me, Callie!” he ordered. “That is unless you want me to fuck you like this for the next hour.” Slowing down, he knew it would be torture to switch up the rhythm.

She gave him what he wanted. “I promise, Quinn, I’ll be a very good girl.”

Her words, the way she was fitting him into her body, and the fact that he loved her, all pushed him closer to the edge.

“I want you to scream my name, Callie. Give it to me!” he demanded.

She couldn’t think straight.

“Come on, honey. Give it to me.”

As he increased his driving strokes, she was helpless to move. The pounding of his body into hers was maddening.

She couldn’t hold out.

Callie gave him what he wanted. “Quinn!” she screamed before ruptured apart as he pummeled himself into her body.

“Oh fuck
, baby! I’m going to cum,” he promised, or maybe that was warned. He could feel everything he had pouring into her body in wave after wave of mind blowing heat. “So damn hot,” he muttered, trying to catch his breath. His body was laying over hers as he continued to twitch.

“Mmmmmm, so good,” she purred, as he pulled them back into the hay.

Tucking Callie against his body, Quinn left kisses across her lips and tip of her nose. “I don’t know how the hell I got this lucky in life, but I’m so grateful to have you, Callista Carter. You make every day an adventure.”

She giggled and cuddled closer.

“That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had in my entire life, and you’ve pulled off some winners.”

She glanced up into his green eyes. “Yeah, well
, it was only hot because we did it together. Like you’ve told me, Quinton Gaines, we were made for each other. This was proof of it.”

He couldn’t agree with her more.

“Let me help you out of the cuffs, honey,” he said, reaching into his pocket. When she sat forward, he set her free. “I’m getting these bronzed.”

She snickered. “I love you, big guy.”

Oh, thank God for that. “I happen to be crazy about you, Callista, and I can’t wait until you marry me. I’m going to make you happy, I swear.”

Callie had no doubt.

They both relaxed in the silence of the barn. Then, suddenly, there were tires on the gravel outside. Both of them sat up.

“Callie
, honey, did you ask Farmer Willerby if you could use his barn for this little interlude?” he asked, as he heard dogs barking and angry voices.

“Oops,” she said, glancing over at him. “I think I forgot, Quinn.”

He jumped up and began tucking himself into his pants. “Blow out the candles and hide. I hope he buys the bullshit story I’m going to have to come up with!”

She giggled, loving the expression on his face.

“I swear, Callista, that you’re going to be the death of me yet. When I get you home, I’m going to put you over my knee!”

She pulled on her shorts and couldn’t help but laugh. “Now, there’s a fantasy we can look into, Quinn.”

“Callista!”