Big Bad John (Bigger in Texas Series) (10 page)

She heard him get on his knees behind her, working hard to keep her eyes on the water, desperate to look at him. To look into his beautiful face. The one she’d never been able to forget.

“I’m going to tell you everything I’m about to do to you, Trouble.” His voice sounded raw. Rough. “Tonight we start off easy. I want to recreate a few old memories. To put some old torments to rest.”

“Torments?” She started to turn but stopped herself. Old memories. This one she remembered.

His warm hand skimmed lightly over her back. “Yes. Torments. Do you know what I see every morning when I wake up and step outside? I see you watching me come out of the water. I see your tongue licking your lower lip as you studied every inch of my body. And I see you, glimpses of your delicious breasts and sweet, round ass as you snuck in a swim when you thought no one was around.”

She gasped. He’d watched her? She’d never known. “Oh.”

The backs of his fingers reached her lower back and he groaned. “Yes, ‘oh’. And that memory always leads to another. The one of you on your knees on my bed, your mouth on me as you rode that bottle. How I wanted to see it sliding inside you but I couldn’t stand the thought of stepping away.”

She was too turned on to hold her tongue. “That’s what I thought about last night.”

John leaned his head down and scraped his teeth along her shoulder. “Did you, baby? Did you come as hard as I told you to? What did you use?”

She nodded. “My vibrator. And yes. So hard I had to cover my mouth with my pillow.”

“So no one could hear you while you came for me.” His breath had sped up. “That’s good, baby. This bottle doesn’t vibrate, but I’ll make it up to you later. Here. Take a sip.”

His arm came around and she saw his beer bottle. Oh God he was going to…
oh God
. She sipped, the rich flavor filling her mouth before he took it away.

“Now lean forward on your hands and knees and spread your legs a bit more. Yes. Like that. I’m going to enjoy you like this. Finally watch you come like this. Two long running fantasies fulfilled for the price of one. Are you ready?”

She was panting now, her arms immersed in the deeper water up to her elbows, hands in the soft mud, the ends of her hair floating in the water. She’d had formal scenes in front of dozens of people that were more exposed than this. But she’d never been so vulnerable. Turned on. “Yes.”

“Good answer.” His hand came down hard on one ass cheek, then the other, and she cried out in surprise. “That was for making me tell you to get naked twice.”

He spanked her again. “God, you’re ass begs to be spanked, baby. Every time you walk away, every time you bend over, it tempts me. And now that I get a good look at this sweet tattoo…why a bunny? With wings no less.”

Trudy closed her eyes, trying hard to hold herself together. “It’s a private joke between Caroline and me. She has a matching one on her thigh.”

He hummed as he traced it with his finger. “It looks innocent. Virginal. And it only makes me want to spank you more. To see this lush, innocent ass turn red under my hands.”

Her skin was stinging, but this sensation she knew. Loved. As he spanked her, getting into a rhythm that was driving her crazy, she could tell he was good at this. He knew exactly how to do it. He was controlled. Just the right amount of force. John. John was spanking her. “Oh, God.”

“I know, baby.” He spanked her cheeks again, once, twice, then one lighter tap between her thighs. And another, shooting sparks up her spine. “I know you want more. I can see how hot you are. How wet.”

He stopped and left her skin tingling and warm. Then the narrow rim of the tip of the bottle was caressing her sex.

“But I have to do this. I’ve imagined it too many times. I never drink one of these in public, you know. It would be impossible to explain my hard-on to the old men at the bar.”

She laughed softly, breathlessly, and he spanked her for it. Once more. But there was a smile in his voice.

“You think that’s funny? That you’ve stopped me from carousing with my neighbors or joining the bar’s fantasy football pool? All because the only thing I can think about when I take a drink from one of these bottles is getting it between your thighs and fucking you with it until you beg for mercy.”

It was inside her now. She’d used glass dildos before to recreate the sensation, but without him it had never been the same. He rocked it in and out in shallow thrusts, groaning with every one.

“So pretty,” he muttered. “So wet, aren’t you?”

God, she was. The slender neck was exciting—more than that that his hand was guiding it—made her feel weak and needy. Her arms were shaking as she struggled to hold herself above the water. He wouldn’t let her fall, she knew. She trusted him. Hadn’t she always? But she craved more. Him. No more re-creations. She wanted him inside her. “
John
.”

His fingers dropped between her legs to join the bottle, lightly pinching her clit and then rising to press his soaked thumb between the cheeks of her ass. “
Trudy
.  You don’t know what it’s doing to me, seeing you like this. Let me show you…” His thumb pushed past the tight muscles and stretched her ass.

“
John.
Yes, oh—” No shame. Not when it came to him. It crossed her mind that he could do anything to her. That she would give him anything. And then nothing crossed her mind but
this
. What he was doing to her. Her body quaking with the need for release. “Please.”

“You need to come, baby?”

“Yes!”

“I’m not done with you yet,” he answered thickly. “Not done seeing those pretty pink lips part for me. Not done thinking about what else I could put inside you. How long I could stop myself from resisting you. From finding out for myself how good it feels to be buried hip deep in heaven.”

Her forehead skimmed the water and she whipped her head up with a surprised gasp. “John, I’m begging you. Please let me…”

He moaned, taking the bottle out and dropping it beside him, his now-free fingers slipping into her sex. He added a third finger and the stretch made her cry out in pained pleasure. “If you hadn’t taken that so fucking perfectly, begged so sweetly, I might make you wait. But I can’t. I can’t. Come for me again, Trudy. Give me more.”

She cried out, her voice echoing across the water as she rocked back against his hands. His fingers inside her. His thumb. His teeth bit into her shoulder and she shouted again, the pain enhancing the sensation as waves of pleasure crashed against her.

She was falling…falling toward the water—her arms weren’t strong enough to hold her up. But John was. He caught her before she went under, turned her easily in his arms and headed deeper into the pond, her trembling body draped over his as he floated.

Heaven. This felt like heaven. The water. The man.

He kissed her forehead and she wrapped her arms around him, her leg brushing against his hot, still-hard erection. So big she bit her lip, arousal stirring inside her. She couldn’t wait.

“You didn’t…”

John chuckled. “I didn’t.”

“You could have.” She’d wanted him to. More than she’d imagined she would. More than she’d ever admit.

“Not responsibly. If I’d been in my right mind I would have pulled the condom out of my wallet when I took off my clothes.”

“Oh.” She hadn’t even been thinking. She still wasn’t, not in the strictest sense. He kicked under the water and sent them further out. “Don’t let me go, John. I don’t think I can move yet.”

His tone turned tender. “I’ve got you, Trudy. You know I’ve got you.”

After a few blissful moments in the water, he guided them back to shore, carrying Trudy in his arms with an ease that made her feel undeniably cared for and utterly feminine. She hummed against his chest, pressing soft kisses on his damp skin. “Any more fantasies with unusual pervertables in strange places?”

His laugh vibrated against her cheek. “Honey, you might be surprised. I’ve had way too much time to think about it. But everything doesn’t have to happen tonight.”

He stopped where he’d dropped his jeans and bent down with her still in his arms, rustling through the pocket. “Keep hold of my neck.” She tightened her grip and when he stood, he dropped her legs. “Good girl, now wrap your legs around my waist. I need my hands.”

She knew her eyes had gone wide, her heart racing again as the warm, cuddly feeling was replaced by heat. “Why?”

She was looking down at his face, her sex pressed against the hard muscles of his stomach when he met her gaze. “Because I can’t wait anymore, Trudy Adams. I’m a patient man, or at least, I thought I was. But after seeing you like that? After having your mouth on me? I refuse to let you out of my arms without finally knowing what it’s like to be inside you. Any problems with that? Any concerns? Speak now.”

“No.” She was ready. More than ready. Desperate. “No problems at all.”

She heard foil tear and then his arms skimmed her ass as he rolled the condom on. When he was finished, he cupped her hips and kissed her mouth softly before pulling away. “I’m not good with words.”

Trudy shook her head. “Liar.”

“Romance is not something I’m used to thinking much about,” he continued. “But I want you to know—”

“John please.” She was more turned on then she’d ever been and frankly terrified that the next words he said would stop this moment from happening. “Please. I can’t wait either. Right here. No more words. Just fuck me.”

He groaned, guiding her to the wide head of his erection. “Hell, Trouble. You might kill me yet.”

“Oh John. Oh fuck,
John
.” She knew. She’d seen him. Had him in her mouth. She knew he was big. But the stretch was exquisite—pain and pleasure. Her back arched and her nails dug into his shoulders as he slowly lowered her down his shaft. “Fuck!”

“Breathe, baby, please…oh, yes, take it. I know you can take it. You were made for it. Made to ride me. Trudy. Oh, my Trudy.”

He was going too slow. She tightened her legs around him and thrust her hips. Yes.
So full
. Finally. “John.”

“Jesus.” He swore and began to lift and lower her with more force than she imagined he realized.

She loved it. The power of him. The strength. Standing with his legs slightly spread, easily guiding her movements. Deep…so damn deep inside her, tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Baby,” he groaned. “Baby you feel too good. Too tight.” He picked up the pace and groaned again, lowering himself to his knees. “Look at you. Fuck,
look
at you.”

Trudy tried to focus, following his gaze to her breasts, watching them bounce with every thrust. She glanced up to see an expression close to pain on John’s face and experienced an entirely female thrill that she could affect him as much as he was shattering her. 

“You like them?” She let go of his shoulders with one hand and lifted her breast, holding it up like an offering.

“I’m obsessed with them,” he corrected in a low, pained voice. “Starving for them. Pinch your nipple for me...harder, Trudy. As hard as I would.”

She gasped as she obeyed, the sharp sting sending ripples to her sex and back. John was grinding her against his hard shaft now, his unblinking gaze riveted. “Lean back, I’ve got your hips.” She did as he said and he followed her, holding her hips high against him while her shoulder blades pressed into the grass. “Lean back and squeeze them with both hands. Fuck,
yes
.”

Trudy was shaking her head back and forth, mindless with the pleasure this new position was giving her. She pushed her breasts together and he whispered her name harshly, taking her with a ferocity that sent her over the edge.

She was flying. Breaking. Blind with the force of her orgasm. Her fingers tightened painfully against her flesh and her back arched completely off the ground as he joined her. It was like lightning. Summer lightning and heat shooting out every nerve ending she had, destroying her then putting her back together again.

She might never be the same.

John collapsed beside her and pulled her into his arms, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. “Trudy,” he whispered her name. That was all he said.

She smiled giddily, a rush of endorphins coursing through her veins. The smile turned into a chuckle. John tugged her onto his chest, pushing her wet curls out of her face. “What?”

“Nothing, Big Bad.”

“Me.” He raised one eyebrow. “You’re laughing at me because I’m a slave to your bouncing breasts.”

“I am not!”

“Then why?”

She wiped her eyes and set her chin on her hands where they rested on his chest. “I’m just…” Happy. Joyful. Content. “I just feel good. And bad.” She winked. “I used to think skinny-dipping was the wildest thing I could ever do in that pond. I now stand thoroughly and devastatingly corrected.”

John’s lips tilted. “I told you, I had a lot of time to think about the things I wanted to do to you.”

“I can’t wait to check off that list.”

He sat up, taking her with him until he was standing and she was hovering in mid-air.

“You think flinging me around like a sack of potatoes is sexy, don’t you?” she accused breathlessly.

“Yes.”

Her tongue came out to lick her lips. “You are so right.”

He started walking toward his patio door, leaving their clothes and drinks behind. “And you, my darling, are being particularly sassy. Haven’t I worn you out?”

“I am younger than you by ten years.” She shouted in surprised laughter when he shifted her and threw her over his shoulder.

“Then I suppose I’ll have to power through, geezer that I am, and give you the spanking and the all-night service you deserve.”

All night? Spanking?

Hell yes. “If you think that would be best.”

“Trouble, you are begging for it aren’t you?”

“Yes sir, I think I am.”

Trudy lifted up her skirt again to look at the bruises on her skin in her bedroom mirror. The ones she’d been noticing for the last two days, every time she sat down or moved too fast. The ones that made her shiver in memory of his spanking, of his fingers pressing into her skin as she rode him. Of his control being tested by the strength of his desire.