Wrangler (10 page)

“I
know
.  I know enough for us both.”  I let my gaze wander up and down. It’s dark but clear, and the moon gives me just the right amount of light to see every twist and turn of her. I want to discover it all. My horny-as-hell gaze settles on the crease of cleavage that’s on display and I lick my lips.

I consider tearing that little tank top off with my teeth.  Number one, it’s hiding what has to be the world’s most gravity-defying fucking tits, second, it’s not
her.
  From the sweet fluttery skirt to the ballet flats, she’s not a low-cut, bedazzled, black tank top kind of girl. And for some irrational reason, it pisses me off that she has to wear it.

“What do you want then?”  She leans back from me. The fear in her eyes is still there but I feel an excited anticipation radiating from her and that throws fuel on the fire.

“I want to know how you taste.”  I don’t bother telling her what part of her, but from the way she parts her lips, blinks and swallows I don’t think she’s sure what I mean.  “And I want you to know you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

Her eyes widen and I see doubt and some fear in her eyes.  She doesn’t know her worth, and that amazes me. Her physical beauty is clear, but I feel the beauty inside her as well.  I don’t wait; I lean down, my lips brush hers and I devour the puff of warm, surprised breath that comes out of her mouth, inhaling so that none of it escapes. I want even that part of her. 

“Say ‘thank you’ now,” I whisper into her mouth, not giving her any time to respond before my lips capture hers.  The sweetness of her runs straight through me like fire on tinder.  I part her lips with my tongue, delving deeper into the wet warmth of her mouth and my head is spinning.

She lets out an erotic moan into the rumbling growl that erupts from my throat.  I’ve never made a fucking noise like that before.

“Mmmm,” she murmurs when I pull back, and I watch her face for all the little clues. 

Her lids are heavy. Even in the moonlight I can see the pink rise in her cheeks and I want to someday see that sort of flush on her whole body.  I’m not taking her tonight; I’ve made that decision. She’ll need time to get used to me before she’s broken in and ready to ride.  “There?  Is that a good enough thank you?”  The words are a bit breathless and the sound is like a cool breeze on a hot day.

“Not quite.”

“I don’t even know your name,” she blurts out, but I’m laser-focused on my task.  I flatten my hands on top of her legs, pushing my fingers upward, her skirt catching and exposing the soft flesh as I go.  “Wait, what are you doing?”  The softest hint of panic creeps into her voice, but I hear something else in between the words.  Excitement.

Need.

And I know how that feels.

I roll my torso forward, my face in front of hers. 

“Lean back.  I just want to see something.  I won’t hurt you. You know that, don’t you?”

“I don’t know anything about you,” she stutters but she leans back, her hands moving to support her body as she settles against the cotton feed sack behind her.

“Yes you do.  You know a lot about me.”  I flip the final few inches of her skirt up to her waist, my eyes dropping from her parted, pink lips to see the matching hush of cotton panties covering what’s now mine.  “You watched me tonight as much as I watched you.  You can learn a lot about someone from watching.”

“I wasn’t watching you.”  She does her best to sound indignant and I stifle my chuckle.

“See, like right now.”  I drag my fingertips over the slip of fabric between her legs, feeling the warmth and the wetness that’s seeped through.  “You’re watching me.”  I give her a little grin. Even under my thick beard, I know she sees me.

Fuck, her panties are soaked through and I rasp my fingers over where her clit is hiding under there, listening to the way her breathing hitches and catches with each slight movement of my hand.

I keep my fingers moving, my eyes on hers as I groan the words that fill my throat.  “That feels good. So good.” Even my crazy ass knuckles are happy right now just because they get to touch her. That’s how good she feels.  My eyes move from her face to watch my hand and the sight makes another few drops of cum drip out of my dick.

“I shouldn’t do this.”  Her words don’t match the needy shiver in her voice.

“You’re not doing this, I’m doing this. You’re thanking me. And I told you what I want.”

“What?”  Her voice shakes as my fingers trace around the elastic between her pussy and the sensitive crease of her inner thigh making her twitch under my touch. 

I push the offending fabric away, slipping the backs of my fingers inside.  When my touch meets the first soft brush of her hairless lips I think I might lose my shit right there.

“I said, I want to know how you taste.  And that, my sweet Dove, is going to require you spreading your legs and my tongue licking right here.”  I dip a fingertip into her folds. She’s hot and dripping as I caress just inside her juicy cunt. 

“These have to go,” I mutter, my other hand pulling her panties down a bit more, then reaching into my pocket and flipping open my knife.  In one swift motion, before she even knows what’s happening, I slice the blade through the soft fabric and it falls free, still caught under her luscious ass but her slick bare pussy is on full display and I’m captivated.

I snap the blade closed and slip it back into my pocket as her wide eyes look down to see her naked flesh exposed to me.

She shudders, her head falling back and her hair cascades off her shoulders and down her back as she loses the last few inches of her upright position and melts against the feed sacks. 

When I do put my cock inside her where it belongs, she will own my ass forever, but I’m pretty sure she already does.  “You’re going to cum on my fingers, Dove, so I can taste you on them for the rest of the night.  Then, it’s going to be my tongue.  You want that, don’t you?  You want my tongue inside this pretty cunt.”

I massage her hard little button and she collapses the rest of the way, boneless onto the sacks of feed. Her hands fly to her face, her palms pressing to cover her eyes as her mouth opens.  She likes my filthy talk, and that’s good, because I’m going to tell her exactly how much I want her and all the things I intend to do to her.  I may be a soft spoken country boy, but she’s released every filthy, depraved thought I’ve stored up and in my mind and it’s poetry.

I explore, shifting my thumb to rub in easy, smooth circles around her clit, reaching two long fingers low to scoop out the nectar that is already streaming from her.  “Jesus, you’re so wet.  It’s so fucking beautiful.”  A little more pressure from my calloused thumb and I slip a finger into her heat.  She’s tight as fuck, and my mind can’t stop playing over and over how she will feel the first time I sink my dick into her.

My hard-on is painful, but I know I would lose all control if I let him out, and my little dove isn’t going to have her first time with me in the back of a pickup truck on the side of the road.  No, she deserves so much more, and I’m the man who is going to give it to her, just not tonight. 

She presses herself upward into my fingers and lets out a whimper, throwing her hands off her eyes and above her head.  Her body is tight, like a bow string ready to release.

“Spread your legs, Dove. Wider.”  I push my finger into her until she gasps.  “Let me see how pretty that pussy is in the moonlight.”  Her breath halts, then she does as I say and that bow string pulls back tighter and tighter. When she finally opens her legs to me, I give her what she needs.

My motions turn harder, faster, playing with her, memorizing the sounds she’s making, where she likes my fingers, how she stops breathing when I hit her clit just right with my thumb, because I’m going to use all this information for the rest of her life.  My mouth is watering at the sight of my fingers getting sucked in, then pulling back out of her.

“Oh my God.”  The delicate flesh tightens, grips onto my fingers as she soaks my palm.

“Your cum is mine.  Give me what’s mine so I can suck you from my fingers.  Then one day you’re going to know what it feels like to have my cum right here.”  I can’t wait, I bring down my face, my open mouth slams down, taking over for my thumb as I shove my finger deep, pressing into the walls of her tight cunt, swirling my tongue around her swollen clit.

Even the crickets are silenced by the sounds she makes. Over and over she moans and mumbles. A minute passes, maybe more, and still she cums, panting and it makes me grin to know how much she enjoys the dirty talk.

My dick is pissed off and bent nearly in half, the tip soaking wet.  I’ve never seen nor heard anything more magical than the sounds of her pleasure and I want it all.  I want to mark her and make sure the world knows who she belongs to.

I hold my hand in her pussy, giving her clit a sweet kiss as I raise up, watching her face until I stroke the last of her orgasm from her.  When she lets out a long, slow breath and opens her eyes, I slip out of her, my hand drenched, the moonlight showing her divine cream all over my hand.

“Jesus.”  She exhales the word as her dreamy eyes fall to my face.

I raise my drenched fingers to my lips and lick them clean, high from the miracle that I just made her cum and what has to be the sweetest tasting pussy the good Lord ever created.  She’s watching my every move and the way she’s laying there wide open, it’s like every pink fold is open just for my pleasure.  It takes all my willpower not to climb on top of her and fuck her until those sacks of feed bust open.

When I’m done cleaning every bit of that sweet nectar covering my digits, I lower her skirt, brush it down over her legs, and take her hands to pull her back up.

“Did you like that?”  I say and that dimple lights up my soul as she smiles.

“Wow.”  She struggles to look me in the eye.  The scared little bird is back.  “Sooooo...”  She crinkles her nose again giving me a quizzical look when I step back and reach for her waist to lift her back to standing. 

“So, what?”  I ask as her feet hit the dusty road.  She’s a little shaky so I wait until she’s steady before I make my way back toward the engine to lower the hood.

“That’s it?  You aren’t going to make me do something for you?” She pauses, then looks up at the sky as she continues. “Like, you know...to
thank
you.” 

The innocence in her voice hurts me and the way she says ‘make me’ has me seeing red.  If anyone ever ‘made’ her do anything like that I’d find a thousand ways for them to know pain.

“You just thanked me in a way I could only have ever dreamed of, Dove.”  I stroll around the front of the truck, reach up and release the hood.  I push it down with a clunk and it latches shut.

I hop into the driver’s seat, twist the key and the engine turns over the radio blasting out the Johnny Cash’s “A Girl Named Sue”. 

She appears at the edge of the driver’s side door as I fight the smile and turn down the volume.  I’ve got that same song on my playlist and yes, I think it’s a sign.  Another sign she belongs to me.

I hop out to wander back and close up the truck bed. Then I’m going to drive her home.  But before I can figure out the rest of my plan to keep her in my life, headlights cut into the darkness and I hear music thumping from someone’s open windows hurdling too fast down the road. 

It’s gotta be close to three in the morning by now, and the only thing I can think of is some drunk swerving around and hurting her.

“Get in,” I order, pointing my arm straight out toward the open cab door.  I place myself at the back road-side corner of the truck bed, hoping like hell whomever is balling down this road sees me first and keeps their eyes on the road.  I hear the driver’s door slam shut behind me and the oncoming lights are blinding as the approaching vehicle slams on the brakes and dust and gravel swarm in the beams from the headlights.

“Jesus, what the fuck?” I yell.  I throw an arm up over my eyes just as the charging auto comes to a skidding stop a few feet from me.

The music shuts off, and before I can open my eyes and figure out who I’m going to destroy, I hear the familiar voice.

“Hey, Wrangler, I’ve got your homecoming blow job waiting for you!” Courtney shouts from inside her truck, loud enough for Rachel and God to hear. And before I can tell her to shut the fuck up, Dove throws it in drive and spins her tires, shooting me with rocks and dust as she peels away.

“Hey!  Wait!” I scream but it’s all taillights and dust. “Fuck.”  I kick the dirt and stomp over to Courtney’s truck, slamming both hands down on the open window well.  “Thanks a lot.”

“What?”  She cracks up.  “I was gonna come on by the house, so I called Roger to see if you were there.  Said you went all Good Samaritan on him on RR2.  Some cutie from the bar.  I called your damn cell phone like a gazillion times trying to make sure you were okay out here in the middle of nowhere.  Roger told me not to come, but I figured whoever it was you were trying to save probably told you to shove off and left you walking home.  I knew you were still wearing that raggedy ass beard.  Scare the good Lord himself.  Besides, I was bored and he said he was going to bed as soon as he got home.  So, here I am.”

I pat my back pocket.  “I didn’t bring it.  No one ever calls me.”  I growl.  “Well, when you saw I wasn’t alone you should have kept on going.”  My voice is sharp.  She should know better but Courtney is Courtney and she does what the hell suits her.

Looking down the black road there is a painful emptiness in my gut.  I don’t want to talk.  I don’t want to do anything but kiss her again.

“Awww.”  Courtney puffs out her lower lip ignoring my irritation.  “Poor lonely cowboy.”  She loses the pout and punches me in the shoulder.  “I text you.  I send you dirty old lady pictures every Sunday from church.”

I shake my head, pushing back off the driver’s side of the truck, and walk around to the passenger door, kicking the dirt because it’s the only way to take out my frustration.

“Yeah, and I delete that depraved shit when you do.  Something is wrong with you, you know that?”

“That’s what Daddy always said.”  She cackles and revs the engine.  “Get your country butt in here, I’m hungry as hell.  Wanna make frozen pizza when we get back to Roger’s?”