The Stars in the Sky (Giving You ... #2) (9 page)

There he was.

So, remember how I said that Will was huge while unerect?

Now he was erect.

Oh boy.

My eyes widened.

"You're fucking huge, asshole, how is that thing going to fit inside me?"

Guess I was still yelling at him.

"It won't be a problem," he muttered. "I won't hurt you. Now get these things off," and he hooked his fingers in my panties and pulled them down, off of my body. He leaned over to a bedside table drawer and threw a condom on top.

Then he proceeded to attend to me.

As I ran my hands through his hair and down his back, he gave ample attention to my lips, feasted on my earlobes, kissed his way down my neck, all the while running his hands through my hair, tracing my tattoos, fondling my breasts. Then, he turned the direction of his mouth to my breasts and his hand went lower, finding my already soaking wet pussy, and exploring.

The man knew what he was doing.

"If you don't get inside me in one second, Will, I swear—" and he cut me off by kissing me, breaking apart, then ripping the condom wrapper open with his teeth and sliding it on fast.

"You ready?" he growled. "Think you are, you’re so fucking wet—"

"—Right fucking now, Will. You need to—" I started to say, and he thrust into me.

Heaven.

"Oh,
fuck
," we both said together.

That was right where he needed to be. Right where I wanted him. Yes, he was huge, but my body accepted him like he was meant to be there. He stayed still for a moment, just pressing into me, and then started to move a little.

"Will, don't pussyfoot around, you asshole. Get moving."

He laughed, a strained sort of groaning laugh, and started moving.

Yes
.

I might have said that out loud.

Because of the size of him, he hit every nerve ending in me. I had never felt sensations like that, stroking, teasing, rubbing every part of me that felt good. He leaned down and kissed me. "You. On top."

Fine by me.

We wrestled over to the other side of the bed, but he pulled out and grabbed my hips, helping me to turn around. "This way."

Now, I’d done this before but not while getting to know someone.

"Isn't it weird to do this position the first time we fuck?" I asked.

"Nope. Just do it."

Ah well, fuck it. I turned around so that I was straddling him, facing his feet, and lowered myself on his cock. "Touch yourself," he grunted.

Now he was talking.

I started slowly, then went to work, riding him up and down his magnificent cock, as I fingered my clit. Talk about pleasure. Between him filling me up and me heightening the sensation, I was completely in ecstasy. I moaned and panted. I could hear him grunting as I went faster and faster.

And then it hit me. I came, spasming on his cock, as I stroked myself into oblivion. He raised his hips, heightening the pleasure for me.

Fuck me.

When I came down, I panted, "Which way do you want it?"

In a second, he positioned me and I was on my hands and knees. He thrust into me from behind.

That felt incredible, too.

Then he pushed me down on the bed, me still on my stomach, him still on top, he leaned his body over top of me, and reached his hand in front of me, between my legs, and started fingering my clit again. "Go again," he said.

Again, fine by me.

As he thrust into me, and fingered me, I lay, somewhat helpless to the overwhelming sensations of pleasure. As Will fucked me completely, the exquisite and familiar focusing and clenching meant an orgasm was coming. When it burst, I screamed nonsensical words, and he sped up, thrusting until he, too, came with a loud groan and a shudder, and then he collapsed on my back.

After a second, he propped himself up so that he wasn’t squishing me, then nuzzled my neck.

He kissed me down my spine and pulled out. And then he plopped himself next to me, and pulled me into him, cuddling with me.

And then I decided that I was a fan of angry sex. A life-long fan.

Stars

AFTER A FEW MOMENTS, Will got up, padded down the hall, and came back cleaned up. He opened a drawer, put on a pair of boxer shorts, and crawled into bed next to me.

"I'm sorry I called you an asshole so much," I said quietly. "I got carried away."

"Don’t need to be sorry 'bout that. I
am
an asshole. Not going to apologize for who I am. And you don't need to apologize for who you are." He paused for a second. "Plus, I'm a kinky sumbitch, so I like it that you get carried away. Want you to get carried away with me again."

Okay, then.

I snuggled into his chest and he played with my hair.

"It's still early," he said into the top of my head. "Wanna beer?"

"Yeah."

"It's a nice night. Let's go outside. I know the spot. You can borrow something to wear."

I thought about whether I wanted to wear something of his, or go get my own clothes, braving an inquisition at the bunkhouse. But there was little chance of an inquisition. Stephanie was gone for the weekend, visiting her parents. Janine knew that I had a date with Will, and approved, telling me that she thought he was great, and that he was like a little brother to her. Since no part of Will seemed "little" to me, this was a funny comment, but it was still heartening.

"I'll go get sweats and meet you outside," I whispered.

"'Kay. See you in a few," he whispered back, and then kissed me gently.

I gingerly got up off of the bed, found the small amount of clothes that I had lost in this room, and retraced my steps to the downstairs, adding clothes to my body as I went down the hall. Will followed me in his underwear, and once I reached the front door and had my dress and shoes back on, he put his finger below my chin, drew me to him, and kissed me again. Then he put his forehead against mine and whispered, "Hurry."

I walked to the bunkhouse from Will's house, across the courtyard. Although a few outside lights shone on the buildings, the stars were out in full force on this moonless night. I hopped into the bunkhouse, skipped down the hall, and divested myself of my date outfit, putting on a pair of comfy yoga pants, a tank top and hoodie sweatshirt, and a pair of Tom's shoes. Janine slept, so I tried to be as quiet as possible. I put my hair up into a rumpled bun on the top of my head, and headed out, where Will stood outside, wearing a dark t-shirt, black track pants with gray stripes down the side, and flip flops. He was carrying two open beers and a folded up blanket.

"What, no Wranglers, cowboy?" I asked, teasing him.

He smiled and handed me an open beer. "C'mon." He took my hand and led me toward a path that I hadn't been on before. I heard a jingling, and Trixie came running up beside us, tail wagging, eager to continue our date.

"Where does she sleep?"

"Doghouse or my room. Depends on what she wants."

With how devoted that dog was to Will, I bet she spent almost no time at all in the doghouse.

We walked along a flat path that headed northwest and then headed up a small hill to a bluff overlooking the ocean. The path glowed pale so we could see without flashlights, as our eyes adjusted to the lack of light.

We stopped. He spread out the blanket on the ground and gestured for me to sit. We could hear the crash of the waves, but no other sounds. He took my beer from me, set it beside his on the ground, and lay down on the blanket. "Make yourself comfortable."

I snuggled up next to him, but down his body, my head on his belly, my legs tangled with his. Trixie plopped down next to us. For a while, neither Will nor I said anything, we just looked at the infinite stars visible in this beautiful place. I felt the rise and fall of his belly and heard Trixie's panting.

"You know," he said to the top of my head, surprising me by opening up, "I've grown up a rancher, and my dad was a rancher, and my granddad was a rancher, and his dad before him. Don't know what I’d be doing if it wasn't for farming and ranching."

For once, I shut up and let him talk.

“I see my parents whenever I want ‘cause they live here in a new house we built for them. I normally have Sunday dinner with them. They do their own thing, I do mine, but they’re close.

“Dad’s retired. I’m in charge now.

"Gotta offer to sell this place to some fancy developer. It would mean that I'd never have to work another day in my life. And I just can't get myself to say yes because I'd miss comin' out here and lookin' at the stars in the sky."

I propped myself up halfway and looked at him while he was continuing to share. "Farming and ranching is more than just a job. It's who I am. And if I gave it up, I dunno what I’d do. So I keep telling 'em no and they keep calling me back and offering me more money."

I looked at him, and traced his handsome face with my fingers. "I don't know what the right answer is. I just know that it's beautiful out here."

"Yeah," he said quietly.

He sat up and pulled me in front of him, so I could sit, leaning against him. He reached over, grabbed our beers, and we stayed there, under the stars, drinking beer in silence for quite a while.

After our beers were finished and the air chilled slightly, we walked back to his house hand in hand, with Trixie following behind.

First Impressions, Redux

THE FIRST THING I heard the next morning was the clang, clang, clang of the triangle. That fucking triangle didn't let me sleep in. I'd have to steal it and hide it somewhere, or maybe melt it down into a horseshoe.

As I woke up, I also became aware that I wasn't in my bed in the bunkhouse with Janine, reenacting
The Waltons
. Instead, I was tucked into Will, his arms around my waist and his forehead in my hair, under his red and white quilt, in his antique bed, in his farmhouse. Bright sunlight bathed the whitewashed room and I felt sore, but also like I’d slept really well.

I moved away from him and he leaned back into his pillow, putting an arm up behind him, still sleeping, peaceful and pretty, hair tousled on his pillow. I was surprised that I’d woken up first. He seemed like an early-to-rise farmer, but I suppose we were active last night.

After we'd walked in the house from stargazing, he fed Trixie in the kitchen, closed her in there with a dog bed, and then got a look on his face that was a combination of mischievous and hopeful.

"I was thinking of redoing our first meeting."

"In the bathroom?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah. But reenacting it a different way," he said, grinning.

Although I was mellow from him opening up to me outside and going for a walk under the stars, at his words, a thrill raced through my body. I hadn't had enough of Will for the evening.

I followed him down the hall, into the second door on the left, but this time, instead of pushing me out, he opened his arms to me and gave me a huge bear hug, then leaned back, tilted my chin up to him and kissed me.

The kiss started out sweet, but it didn't end that way. By the end of the kiss we were in each other's space. Chasing tongues, licking teeth, exploring the territory. We simply couldn't get close enough to each other.

I didn't look at the bathroom at all the last time. This time, I eventually got around to looking at it, and it was adorable—vintage white tile, an old fashioned tub built into one side, and spartan, but pleasant and country.

He'd been taking the lead this evening, but I decided it was my turn. I broke apart from our kiss, pulled up the hem of his tight t-shirt and lifted it over his head. I ran my flat hands down the smooth skin on his broad shoulders, lingering over his bulging biceps, feeling the veins in his forearms. Then I held his hands.

Letting go, I reached up and ran my palms up his torso, wanting to feel his washboard waist and his defined musculature, wanting to make his nipples pucker. As I did this, he watched me, amused and intense. I ran my hands up and over his shoulders, and down his strong back, feeling the muscles, feeling his brawn.

Then I got to his ass. He had a very tight butt that fit into the Wranglers like they were made for him. As I've mentioned, I'm not a Wrangler girl, I go more for Levi's, but Will's ass swayed me to the other side. Still, right now he was in loose track pants and bare feet. I slid my hands inside the waistband and peeled his pants and boxers off of him, feeling his ass, and kneeling as I went down. His cock, splendid and full, popped out of his pants and stood at attention. I reached over to stroke him and I heard him hold his breath. Then.