Plow (Brighten Sister’s Duet #1) (5 page)

I
can hear
his steady breathing through the phone as he waits for me to explain why I’m calling him. Inhaling deeply, I try to calm the hammering of my heart. Even though I was with him a few hours ago, hearing his voice ties me up in knots. One part of me wants to beg him to have his wicked way with me and the other, the more reasonable side, is telling me to run. To run far away and pretend that yesterday and today never happened. Letting out an audible sigh, I bite the bullet and lay it out there. He’ll probably be annoyed with me, but this is my job.

“I…”

“Spit it out, Princess.”

I lift my hand and cover my face as I whisper into the phone, “I forgot to have you sign one of the contracts.” I cringe inwardly as I wait for him to chide me. My insides churn and I can feel tension building in my shoulders.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

He chuckles through the phone at my question. The sound is like a salve to my soul, causing my whole posture to loosen. “Yeah, Princess. Okay. What did you think I was going to say?”

“I thought you would yell at me.” My voice comes out faint, barely a whisper.

“Why the hell would I yell at you? You’re just the distraction I need actually. How about we meet at six at Vinnie’s and grab some dinner.”

“I’m not sure I can make—”

“Stop talking. Meet me at six.” His voice is deep and authoritative, and I can’t help but want to say anything to make him happy.

“I’ll meet you.”

“Good girl,” he replies before hanging up, causing my insides to warm and my panties to dampen. Just hearing the words “good girl” makes my pussy tighten. I imagine crawling to him on all fours, and then he would fist my hair in his hands as he pulls his rock hard cock out. The vision of him slamming his length into my mouth has my face heating.

Great! Now I’m all flushed. He turns my insides to mush. I could live my life choking on a mouth full of his cock and still wake up smiling.

I pick up my phone and decide to torture him like he has me. Just because there can’t be a repeat performance doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun at his expense.

Me: I’m so fucking wet. I need your dick in me right now.

Brian: I want to see your wet pussy. Take a picture.

I contemplate what he says. I shouldn’t. It’s a
really
bad idea. I’m a state employee with a government-issued phone. My records could be accessed at any point if necessary.
Although…

Fuck it.

I get up from my desk and walk to the lady’s room. When I’m sure that nobody else is in here, I position my right leg up on the toilet and point my camera directly at my bare pussy. I decide to fuck with him further, inserting two fingers into myself and pumping in and out, working up a frenzy in my core. I reposition the camera at my entrance, balancing it with one hand and sliding my finger over the one-click setting on my phone.

Pulling the phone away, I look at the screen and smile at the perfect angle and lighting. I’m so turned on that my juices spilling down my finger were caught in the image. I attach it to a text and send.

Brian: Christ, Courtney. Are you trying to get me in an accident?

I giggle at his reaction.

Me: I’m ready for you.

Brian: I’m plowing your fields tonight, baby.

Me: Plowing my fields, eh? Pretty sure my fields are bare.

Brain: You. Are. Killing me. Slowly.

Me: See you tonight. I’ll be panty-less and ready for the plowing of a lifetime.

* * *

I
spent
the rest of the day doing odds and ends. The day drags by at a turtle pace, my excitement to see Brian palpable.
Fuck.
Staying away from him might not be an option. I want him with every fiber of my being. This need I have is like a thirst I will never quench. I’m not sure what this feeling swirling around in my heart is, but it’s as if I’m blinded by our animalistic connection. I don’t know him at all, so I chalk it up to what I know it must be…

Lust.

At 6:05, I find myself sitting across from what must be the most alluring man I’ve ever seen. His eyes narrow as a small dimple presents itself in his right cheek.

"So tell me a little about yourself, Princess."

I roll my eyes at the moniker. I’ll never live it down. My contemptuous behavior that first night has earned me that nickname. That was not my finest hour. As I look at him from where I’m perched on the bench, I realize just how lucky I am that he looked past my flaws and is sitting with me tonight.

My lips part and a smile begins to form. “Hmm, what’s there to tell? I’m from Syracuse. One of three girls.”

“That must have been fun for your dad.” Small crease lines form as his mouth turns up into a smile.

“We were all impetuous in our youth, much to my father's displeasure. We enjoyed torturing him.”

“Poor man.” His nose and eyes scrunch together.

“Seriously. It’s a modern miracle we weren’t locked in the basement until we were eighteen.”

“So where are your sisters now?” I ask as she shifts in her seat.

“Sam lives in New York and works in advertising, and Tiffany is studying to become a nurse. So what about you?”

“One brother, he’s also in the city. He’s one fuck up away from landing himself in jail. I want to strangle him, but let’s not talk about him tonight. Tell me how you got hooked up with this job? It doesn’t quite fit your personality.”

“What does that mean?” I cross my arms over my chest.

“I’m just saying I don’t really see you as a… Don’t get insulted, okay, but I don’t really see you as the governor’s lackey. You’re more the take charge run the show kind of girl.”

“I’m not even sure honestly. I kind of fell into it.”

“So what is it that you
want
to do?”

Scrunching my nose, I wonder if I should tell him. Would he think I’m stupid? But seeing the way he lit up in the meeting when he spoke of his passion…

“I want to own my own beauty wellness center.”

“Beauty what?”

“You think it’s stupid,” I say, feeling dejected.

“No, I just don’t know what that means. It sounds complicated. And girly.” His eyebrows rise and I shake my head while stifling back a laugh.

“It just means that I would love to own a spa of sorts. I want to have everything from beauty to nutrition covered. Manicures, pedicures, facials, peels, waxing, nutritionists, permanent makeup and IV infusions. Just to name a few.”

He looks impressed, and it makes me blush. “That sounds like something the women I know would love to have. Why aren’t you pursuing it?” he asks with confusion.

“It’s a lot of work and, to be honest, I don’t have experience in any of it. I always wanted to go to school to be an esthetician, but the money wasn’t there. At least not the amount of money I want to make.”

“So you do this for the money.” It’s not a question but an observation.

“No. Yes. Maybe. I don’t know. I thought that in order to run something like that I had to have an idea of how to run a business. So I went to school for business with the plan to graduate and then complete the eighteen month course in esthetics.”

“That never happened I’m guessing.”

“No, it never happened,” I say sadly. “After graduation, I didn’t have the money to start the esthetics program. I could’ve asked my parents for a loan, but I was stubborn. I wanted to do it on my own. A friend from high school was already working as the Governor’s assistant and was about to quit to take another position. She mentioned there would be an opening and made some calls on my behalf. That’s the story.”

“I’m sure you’ve made enough money to do it now. So why are you still here?” he pushes.

“I don’t know. I got comfortable.”

“You’ll regret that someday.”

He’s probably right.

T
he mood
throughout the remainder of dinner is melancholy. I can tell that the talk about Courtney’s dream of owning her own business is a sore subject. I wish I could help her in some way. I don’t know if she needs a push to do it or what, but she is obviously not happy working for the state.

After we are thoroughly stuffed, I pay the bill and make my way around the table to pull out her chair. She looks up at me tilting her head and raising her brow.

“What? Hasn’t a man ever pulled out a chair for you?”

“Um, no. This would be a first.” She looks down at her plate seemingly embarrassed at her confession.

“That’s a shame. You’ve obviously been hanging out with a bunch of assholes. I will pull out your chair every time, Courtney.” With my hands on her bare arm, I feel goose bumps form. “Are you cold?”

“Uh…no, sorry, what did you just say?”

“Are you cold?” I ask again in confusion.

“No. You called me Courtney,” she whispers.

“That is your name, right?” I chuckle at her odd behavior.

“Yes, but you rarely call me that. I-I like it.”

A small smile forms on her lips and I have the urge to kiss her madly right here in front of everyone.

“Princess, you are so alluring. What am I going to do with you?”

“And we’re back to princess,” she says, rolling her eyes and smiling widely. I hug her to me and usher her out the door.

Placing my hand on the small of her back I usher her towards my truck. It’s parked in the parking garage down the street making for a cold walk. She shivers under my hand so I pull her to me. I take in her black dress and small-cropped coat, which do nothing to shelter her from the frigid cold. She twists her head up to see me checking her out.

“See something you like, Decker?”

God, this woman gets me on so many levels. Her witty banter and I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude call to me. She is a siren, and I have no chance of averting her call.

“Hell yeah, I do.”

She smiles and winks at me. My dick hardens, and I want her.
Now.

I catch up to her, grab her hand, and pull her swiftly to the garage. When we make it to my truck, I push her up against the door. We’re shielded between my truck and a van beside us. Nobody is in sight.
Not that I would care either way.

I crash my mouth to hers, forcing my tongue between her lips, and she opens instantly to me with a moan. I run my hands up her sides, feeling the contours of her body until I reach her perky tits.

“Brian, I want you. Right now. Please.” She begs in a whisper as I knead her breasts through her dress.

“Courtney,” I groan between nipping and sucking at her neck.

“I don’t give a shit that we’re in public. Please. Now.”

“Woman, stop saying these things or I’ll fuck you right here against my truck.”

She moans into my neck. “Yes. God yes, Brian.”

Without a second thought, I grab her leg and wrap it around my side, giving me access to her soaking pussy. I spread her open and slide my fingers through her wet folds. She shudders. Maybe it’s the cold, or maybe it’s my touch, but all it does is drive me crazy.

I thrust one and then two fingers inside her, curving them to hit her in just the right spot. She lifts her hips up and down on my fingers, riding them to chase the orgasm I can tell is building. “Come, Courtney. I want you to come on my fingers.”

“Ahh! Brian, yes, please, faster!”

I give her what she wants. Pumping my fingers in and out of her faster I lean into her ear and whisper one more time, “Come.”

A couple of pumps later she’s falling over the edge, and I’m standing here in complete pain as my dick begs to be let loose. She places both of her feet on the ground, adjusts her clothing like nothing ever happened, and turns without a word.

“Where the hell are you going?”

“Get in the car, Decker.” She says nothing more.

I do as I’m told and get in the car. When I am seated and go to put the key in the ignition, she stops my hand.

“Not yet,” she says coyly.

She leans over me and locks the door. With no preamble, she starts to undo my pants.

“Whoa, Court. What are you doing?”

“Taking care of you. Now hush and lift your ass so I can get these bad boys down.” Her sultry voice only serves to have my dick growing another two inches if even possible. I swear it’s like she has a tether to my cock. She calls and it comes out in full force to play.

She leans down and takes me fully into her mouth. I can feel my tip hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” I call out. It’s never felt this good in my life. Courtney’s mouth wrapped around my cock is the best feeling ever.

Her mouth pulls back and then she pushes back down. She’s mimicking the motion of when I slam into her pussy with my cock. It feels so damn good, I want to grab her head and fuck her face. I want to thrust my cock so far back in her throat that she won’t know where I stop, and she begins. She quickens the pace and my dick jerks. I’m so close to busting a nut in her mouth. Just when I think I’m going to blow, she pulls off me again. I look down to see her pink tongue peeking out.

“God,” I groan as she licks her lips. She’s drooling over my dick like it’s a freaking blow pop.

Leaning forward, she twirls her tongue up and down my length taking extra time to work the tip. Watching my cock sliding in and out of her lips has me coming unglued. My balls begin to tighten, but as much as I love this, I want to be inside of her pussy.

As if Courtney is reading my mind, she pulls her mouth from my dick. She sits up, moving over me to position herself, and then sinks slowly onto my length until she’s fully seated. She starts bobbing up and down on my cock and I grab her ass, helping her to fuck me harder.

We’re in a cramped space, but I lean in to capture her mouth in a hungry kiss. Her moans have me pumping up into her at a brutal pace. She pulls away from my mouth and throws her head back in pleasure.

“Ahhhhh, Brian, I’m coming!”

“That’s right, Princess, milk my cock. Don’t stop riding me until I flood you with my cum.”

Her pussy starts to contract and pulse around me. Shortly after she tips over the edge, I go too. We sit in the car in this same position coming down from the high of our orgasms.

“You.”

“Me what?” She giggles into my ear.

“You’ll be the death of me.”

Pulling away to look into my eyes, she smiles. “I hope you go like this. Can you imagine dying at the hands of my pussy?” Her eyes go large, and her mouth forms a mock O.

“Baby, you talk like a sailor, and it makes me want to fuck you all the more.”

“You can fuck me anytime you want, Mr. Decker, but we have to stop doing this in public places. I’m playing with fire.

“I followed your lead baby.” I shrug my shoulders.

“I know. I couldn’t help myself, but I am an employee of the state. Getting caught performing head in public would not help further my career in politics.”

“Good thing politics is not what your future holds.” My lip turns up into a wicked grin as I wink.

She climbs off of me and fixes herself. “Take me home and fuck me again.”

God. This girl is truly going to be my undoing.