Southern Seduction (113 page)

July 2008

Sawyer

The sun’s been beating down on me all morning as I’ve been working in the fields. Wyatt’s been kicking my ass this entire summer, but surprisingly, I no longer mind. I’m in the best shape of my life, and I’ve caught Cheyenne checking out my newly developed muscles quite a few times. Ever since I got the courage to really kiss her, we’ve gotten closer than before. As much as I want her, I don’t push her either. Sure, I usually have to take care of myself when I get home from her place, but I don’t want to do anything that’s going to make her uncomfortable. Most of our nights end up with us having a heated make-out session either at the dock or on her couch, and I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to be able to keep my hands to myself.

When Wyatt breaks for lunch, I scarf down my food so I have time to go to the lake to look for Cheyenne. She spends most of her days there, reading, studying, just hanging out, and I stop by whenever I can. Grabbing a couple of waters, I head out into the Georgia heat. I’m not shocked to find her sleeping at the edge of the shore, and when I spot the sunscreen next to her, I make a mental note to make sure she’s covered in the stuff before I have to head back to the farm. I don’t mind taking one for the team to spread the lotion on her skin if it prevents her from burning. See, I’m a really noble guy. I’m sure it’ll be a hardship, but that’s my cross to bear.

She looks peaceful lying on her towel, curled up on her side, and while I don’t want to wake her, I only have a short amount of time and I want to make the most of it. Sitting down next to her, I lean in and press a kiss to her forehead. I get no response. She doesn’t even stir at my touch. I then lie down next to her on my side, propping myself up on my elbow so that I’m facing her. I move in again, pressing a kiss to her lips, a little more firmly than before. Still, she doesn’t move.

Scooting a little closer, I wrap my arm around her waist, drawing her in to my body as I kiss her again. This time her eyes fly open, the same time her mouth does, her tongue pressing against my lips, waiting to be given entrance. She rolls onto her back, wrapping her arms around me and semi pulling me on top of her as she kisses me with a hunger that’s usually saved for our late nights in the dark. I return the kiss with equal fervor, wanting to soak up every single second of her embrace until I have to leave again. I don’t know how or when it happened, but I’ve become addicted to Cheyenne Hamilton, and I have no idea what kind of torturous rehab is going to be waiting for me after this summer.

One hand slides up my back and grabs my hair. It’s grown out a little bit since I’ve been here, a result of Cheyenne mentioning how she likes messy, unruly hair. I’m glad I listened to her, because it’s become a good gripping point for her when we’re close like this. Her other hand is resting just above my ass, and my dick gets hard the moment she slides it into my jeans and under my boxers so that her fingers are resting on my bare skin. Pulling away from her kiss, I begin to kiss down her neck, and I have to stop myself from going any lower. She’s in a tiny bikini, and if I travel any farther south, I don’t think I’ll be able to resist tasting every single inch of her.

The sound of her ragged breathing is such a turn-on, and I groan, knowing I’m going to be sporting a raging hard-on for the rest of the afternoon. I pull my lips away from her skin, moving back up to press another kiss against her lips.

“Have a nice nap, pretty girl?” I ask, smiling down at her.

With hooded eyes, she nods. “I was having a pretty damn awesome dream, but then someone had to go and wake me up before I could get to the good stuff.”

Propping myself up again on my elbow, I place my other hand on her stomach, feeling the smooth skin underneath my fingers. “Oh yeah? What were you dreaming about?” I ask, my fingers absentmindedly making circles on her skin.

“Well, it was a little like this, but you know…hotter,” she whispers in a sexy drawl, bringing her hand down to cover mine. “I was lying here on the towel just like this when a sexy cowboy joined me. Without saying a word, he leaned in and gave me the most passionate kiss.”

“A sexy cowboy, you say? Interesting. And the kiss? Was it hot?” I ask, swallowing hard when she starts to move my hand lower.

“The hottest damn kiss I’ve ever had. I wanted him more than I’ve ever wanted anything. His hands started roaming my body, and I swear, he didn’t leave a single inch untouched except for underneath my bikini. He rested his hand on my stomach, bypassing my breasts. Slowly, he started to move his hand down lower, teasing me when he got to the top of my bikini bottoms. One finger trailed along the hem, and I could barely contain my excitement as I waited for him to slip it under the material, to touch me where no one but me ever has.”

The whole time she’s talking, I can’t tear my eyes away from my hand as I watch her move it just like the guy in her dream. Instead of tracing along the hemline, she brings my hand in between her legs, over the material. My heart’s racing, and my cock is straining against my jeans. I look up at her, needing to see her eyes, to gauge her reaction. Her eyes are fixated on our hands, and she presses hers down into mine, as if she wants me to take control.

“Cheyenne?” I ask huskily, knowing that my voice is laced with desire and hesitation. As much as I want to explore her body, to be the first guy to touch her in her most intimate place, I need to be one hundred percent certain she’s ready for this.

“He was so close, so close to touching me, but then I woke up before I could feel his hands on me, in between my legs. And since it was your fault, city boy, I think you need to make it up to me,” she says softly. “Touch me, Sawyer. Please.”

I swallow hard as her words wash over me. Who the hell am I to say no to her request? I know I don’t have a lot of time, so I don’t protest. Leaning in, I kiss her slowly, wanting to build up to the moment rather than immediately slipping my hand inside her bikini. Our tongues tangle, and she’s greedy, licking and sucking as she tries to get my hand to move.

“Sawyer, don’t make me wait any longer,” she breathes against my lips. She sounds desperate, and I can feel her legs clenching together as she squirms beneath me when I rub her over the thin material.

Slowly, I bring my hand up and tease her along the edge of her hemline, just like her dream cowboy. Her hands come down again, trying to push mine farther down. “Stop rushing it, pretty girl. Just lie back and relax,” I tell her as I slip my hand beneath the material, inching closer to the sweet spot between her legs. I’m greeted with soft curls, and my heart starts racing at the first sign of evidence that I’m about to go where no man has gone before. Holy fuck. The gravity of the situation hits me, and I realize that I have to make sure that this experience—Cheyenne’s first sexual experience—is memorable.

Her eyes close when my forefinger reaches her clit, where I press lightly before rubbing in slow, methodical circles.

“Oh god, Sawyer,” she moans, giving me confidence that she’s enjoying herself. She protests when my finger leaves her clit, but she silences when I slide it up and down her slit, covering it with her wetness. I find her entrance and slowly slip the tip of my finger inside, and she gasps at the contact. Jesus, she’s so incredibly tight, even around my finger. Sliding it back out, I stroke her lips up and down, letting my finger get even wetter.

“God, Cheyenne, you’re so tight,” I groan when I slide my finger back inside her, this time going all the way in.

She doesn’t respond, and I begin to slowly move my finger in and out of her while simultaneously working her clit with my thumb. When I feel like she can handle it, that she’s loosened up even just a little bit, I slip one more finger inside her, stopping to look at her, wanting to make sure that I’m not hurting her. I don’t have much experience with virgins, and I don’t want to do anything to ruin this for her.

Her head’s tilted back and her eyes are closed, but then they open when she realizes I’m no longer moving. “Don’t stop, Sawyer. You feel so good,” she whispers, and I obey.

I have no idea how long I spend working her over. It could be two minutes or two hours. All I know is that time seems to have stopped as I continue to slide my fingers in and out, slowly gaining momentum. I can feel her walls start to tighten even more around my fingers, and I know she’s on the verge of coming. Feeling bold, I take my hand off her clit to move the material from her bikini top to the side. I go back to massaging her clit and lean down to take one small, hard nipple into my mouth. When I bite down gently, her hand comes to my head and her legs start to stiffen. I suck and lick her nipple, desperate to do whatever I can to ensure she has an orgasm. I’m rewarded moments later when she grips my hair, pulling a little harder than usual as she lets out her release. I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her until the waves of her orgasm wash over her almost in the same quick succession of the way the water rolls in with the tide. It’s soft and quiet, slowly becoming more powerful over time, and I love every second of it. Slowly, I pull my wet fingers out and slide my hand out of her bottoms before lifting up from her breast, admiring her perfect breast one last time before covering her back up.

I lean in to place one more kiss on her lips, and I love seeing that she’s flushed, cheeks pink, her eyes slightly glazed over. Taking a quick glance at my watch, I realize that if I don’t get my ass out of here, I’m going to be late. The last thing I want is a Wyatt Worthington ass chewing, but I don’t regret what just happened for a single second.

“I’ve gotta get back, Cheyenne,” I tell her, and she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me back down for a kiss.

“Mmm mmm,” she says against my lips right before I pull away. “Tell Wyatt you’ve got to fulfill a girl’s dreams. No farm work for you today.”

Laughing, I stand and bring her up with me. “As amazing as that sounds, babe, I don’t think I can handle any more dream talk right now,” I tell her, adjusting my cock in my jeans. Her eyes widen when she sees the tent I’m sporting.

“Oh god, Sawyer, I wasn’t thinkin’. Umm, crap. Is that going to hurt? Did I just give you blue balls? Is it going to bother you all day?” she asks, groaning as she fires off questions in rapid succession.

“It’s nothing I can’t take care of later. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. You just focus on hanging out here and relaxing the day away by the lake while I’m out baling hay. I’ve gotta keep it up if I’m going to keep these muscles,” I joke, trying to take her mind off my, umm, hard situation.

She grimaces, not able to tear her eyes away from the hard bulge in my jeans. “I’m so sorry, Sawyer. I woke up and you were there, kissin’ me, all hot and cowboyish in your jeans and sweaty, dirty cutoff t-shirt and I couldn’t help myself. I’ve been wanting you to touch me like that for weeks,” she admits, surprising the shit out of me. I won’t lie. It’s definitely an ego boost knowing that our late-night making out has been affecting her the same way it has been me.

“I promise you, I’m fine. That is, as long as you don’t regret what just happened,” I say, starting to freak out a little that she was still half asleep when she begged me to touch her.

She leans up to place a kiss on my lips. “The only thing I regret is that I waited so long to ask you to do that. It was incredible. So much better than doing it myself. Now I definitely get the hype and can’t wait to see what else you can do, city boy.”

My thoughts zone in on her masturbation insinuation. “Wait a minute. You touching yourself? Jesus, Cheyenne, all the blood is already raging through my dick. Are you trying to kill me?”

She laughs, kissing me once more. “Oops. Sorry about that. I guess I’ll have all day to figure out how to make it up to you tonight,” she says, shooting me a wink.

The thought of her hands on my dick has it pulsing, and I swear, if she doesn’t stop talking, it’s going to take on a mind of its own and tear a hole in my jeans as it tries to disconnect from my body and move in to attack her. See? I’m so fucking hard that I can’t even think straight anymore.

“Babe, you’re killing me here,” I tell her, slowly backing away from her, fearful that if she says anything else I’ll go all caveman on her, throwing her over my shoulder and taking her to the small house across the lake that houses Wyatt’s boating shit. I don’t think Cheyenne plans on losing her virginity in a dusty old boathouse, so I know I have to get out of here.

She slowly saunters towards me, giving me a seductive look as she runs her hands down her body. “Come on, Sawyer. Wouldn’t you much rather be using your hands on me instead of out in the fields?”

I back away from her but she just speeds up, bursting into a sprint and jumping into my arms at the last second, causing me to stumble backwards, almost losing my footing as I catch her. She wraps her legs around my waist at the same time her arms hook around my neck. Looking into my eyes, she gets a serious look on her face.

“So I’ve been thinking,” she says, trailing off when I groan. I know this can’t be good. “Hear me out! Like I said, I’ve been thinking. I’m getting ready to leave for California, to Berkeley of all places. The thought of going out there an inexperienced virgin makes me cringe.”

When she pauses, I look into her eyes, wondering what exactly she’s trying to get at. “Cheyenne, tons of people go to college as virgins. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

She rolls her eyes before continuing. “Sawyer, I was eighteen years old before I even let a guy put his hand in my pants. I’m a little behind here. And I don’t want to be. I’ve decided that I want to have sex with you,” she states matter-of-factly, like she just told me what she wants for dinner or what movie she wants to watch tonight.

The thought of sliding my cock into her tight pussy makes it twitch, and I swear, it’s going to fall off before I even get back to the farm. I swallow hard, not exactly sure what to say. “Umm, I’m honored, but are you sure? I mean, it’s kind of a big deal, not really a decision to take lightly.”

“Okay, can you put away the responsible Sawyer and bring back the guy who had his fingers buried inside me just a few minutes ago?” she requests, and yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m about to be the first male ever naturally castrated by an insane case of blue balls. “Look, I know it sounds sudden, but we’ve gotten pretty close this summer, and I trust you. And you can’t tell me you don’t want it either. I feel your erection every night when you’re pressed up against me. Hell, I can feel it right now. We both want each other. It’s only natural that we give in to it, and since our time is limited, sooner is much better than later.”