“Liam,” I moan when he drops to his knees, peppering kisses along my stomach as he lowers my pants zipper. My hands fist into his hair while he tugs the material over my hips and begins to run his tongue along the lace thong covering my slit.
“Oh my God. Yes! No—I can’t… Liam!” I’m an incoherent mess as I grind into his mouth, thrashing against the stall.
“Yes?” he asks, tugging my thong to the side and flicking his tongue over my throbbing clit. I swear I see actual stars bursting behind my eyelids. “Or no?” He releases the fabric concealing my exposed pussy. “Which is it, Darlin’?”
“Yes,” I whimper, guiding his head back between my legs. “A million times yes.”
His laugher vibrates against my core when he drives his tongue into my opening, only heightening my pleasure. It doesn’t take long before I’m coiled tight, ready to burst.
“I’m gonna come,” I warn, gripping the metal hay feeder screwed into the wall behind me for support. My legs are jelly—useless.
“Good.” His tongue traces a path around my opening to my clit and back. “Come on my face.”
“Liam…” My head rotates side to side. “Liam… stop!” I cry, unsure of where I find the power to interrupt him when I’m so close to tipping over the edge. When he looks up at me, he’s in a state of utter confusion. “Not like this,” I pant. “I want to come with you inside me.”
His answering grin is predatory. “Your wish is my command.” In one fluid motion he’s back on his feet. “Take those pants off… panties too.”
I waste no time kicking off my boots and shimmying out of the skintight denim.
He grips my hips, closing in on me like a lion stalking its prey. Approval is written in every seductive swipe his eyes trace over my naked form. I feel beautiful and sexy. Powerful. “Sure you wanna do this out here?” he asks, dropping his jeans to pool at his ankles. His boxers immediately follow. “Last chance to change your mind.”
If the sight of his erection jutting straight out like a baton is any indication, he’s in no position for calling it quits. The knowledge that he would, even in his current state of arousal, makes me want him all the more.
“I’m positive.” I fist my hand around his erection, stroking in a slow rhythm.
With a knuckle at my chin, he tips my face up, bringing my mouth to his. Before my mind can comprehend what’s happening, his hands squeeze the back of my thighs and he lifts my body into the air, effortlessly. I wrap my legs around his middle, helping to support my own weight. His cock bobs at my entrance, teasing my hungry pussy while he ravages my body like a man possessed. Licking. Sucking. Biting every bit of exposed skin he’s able get his mouth on within the confines of our position.
Finally, when I feel like I might well implode, he gives me what I’m so desperate for—the only thing that could possibly sate this intense craving. With a guttural groan, he thrusts inside my already slick opening. The sound of his pleasure is enough to send fireworks exploding throughout my body. He withdraws slowly, and my head falls back in a moan as he reenters. He repeats the motion, rocking in and back out, kissing me in a rhythm that matches his unhurried stride.
My every sense is heightened. The smell of our arousal, mixed with the dusty scent of the barn—I swear I’ll never forget it. I hear his every labored breath while my heartbeat echoes in the forefront. And I feel everything. Every solid inch as he enters my body over and over. The heat of his breath on my neck. The sweat beading between our chests.
“You feel so good, darlin’” he grunts, quickening his pace.
I reach between us to rub my clit while he slams into me. With my other hand, I grip that hay feeder so hard I’m afraid it might rip out of the wall with the way he’s driving home.
“I—I’m going to come,” I cry out, my body convulsing.
“Come with me, baby.” The coarse wood scrapes my back while he pounds away, somehow only adding to the sensation overload. My pussy constricts, squeezing his cock. He gives one final, forceful thrust, his teeth clamping down on my bare shoulder as he moans low in my ear. I feel his thighs tense, and at the exact moment his release shoots off inside me, I explode around him, my orgasm hitting with the force of a tidal wave crashing the shore.
I clutch him tight, my nails scoring his back as the aftershocks continue to hit, each tremor slightly less intense than the last but equally as satisfying.
He holds me against the wall, still buried deep. My insatiable pussy locks tight, not anywhere near ready to let this moment pass. His labored breaths are heavy and erratic and hot on my neck as the rapid beat of his heart gives chase to my own. The sound, which usually goes unnoticed, is so prominent it drowns out even my own thoughts. I’m mindless. Numb. In a state of complete and utter bliss.
“You’re mine,” he rasps in disbelief. His soft voice interrupts the long postcoital silence. His eyes bolt with mine, revealing the bottomless depth of his emotion. “I love you, Nya. I am still so in love with you I can’t see straight.”
My chest constricts, and emotion becomes lodged in my throat. “I love you too, Liam. Always have.” Speaking my feelings into existence is both cleansing and relieving. Yet somehow it simultaneously gives life to the fear of what could happen. I tamp those feelings down, burying them in the dark recesses of my fractured heart. It’s survived without him all these years. All I can do is hope not to have to endure that hell again.
I’m not sure how long we stay there, my limp, satiated form, draped over his half-dressed body, making out like young lovers. We might’ve stayed here all night if not for the loud snort from the horse in the next stall. I take a peek over Liam’s shoulder to find Gretta, a gray pony, with her head on our side of the stall. She snickers, and I swear if I didn’t know better, I’d think she was actually laughing at us.
“Babe,” I say, giggling into his mouth. “I think your dad’s horse is pervin’ on us.”
“Fucking Gretta. You’re as good as glue,” he taunts her, settling me to my feet.
“We should probably get dressed anyway, before someone comes looking for us.” It doesn’t take long before my teeth are chattering once our bodies are no longer in contact.
We throw on our clothes—well, mostly I do… all Liam has to do is pull up his pants. I try to make myself as presentable as possible, hoping like hell everyone is asleep, and if they’re not, they at least won’t be able to tell I Just got fucked into oblivion in the damn barn.
Liam takes my hand, lacing his fingers with mine, and brings them to his nose. My skin tingles in anticipation of his lips.
“Mmm,” he says, sniffing my arousal on his fingertips.
It’s probably the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Then he opens his mouth and ruins it. “Might be the dead of winter, but it smells like a summer’s eve.”
Liam
Strokin’
The song, Strokin’, by Clarence Carter, is referenced in this chapter. It is highly advised you listen to it before reading on to get the full effect.
“You can’t still be angry with me.”