Page 19 of A Troll in the Hay

Knowing she cares not only about me, but the relationship I have with my crew, makes my heart feel toolarge for my chest. Larger still because she is here, waiting and eager to spend time with me. “The farm crew has the day off, and I don’t work in the market store on Sundays. Or ever, usually, but I’m still searching for someone to fill a part-time space that came open a few weeks ago.”

“I’m glad you haven’t filled it yet, or we wouldn’t have met.”

“True, and I’ll be forever grateful to fate for that. But now that fate’s taken care of our introduction, maybe it will see fit to send a new employee my way so I spend those two days a week with my hands in the dirt instead of pressing tiny human-sized buttons.”

“If you don’t like pressing tiny human-sizedbuttons, maybe I should let you get on with putting your hands in the dirt instead,” she says, trying—unsuccessfully—to hide her playful smile while climbing down from the tractor.

I catch her around the waist before her second foot hits the ground, and pull her into my arms. “There is one tiny human-sized button I would love to push all day. With my fingers. My tongue.”

She melts against me, the desire in her eyes mirroring my own. “Is all that button-pushing part of thepreparation?”Her lips remain parted after that last word, the tip of her pink tongue peeking out enough to make my cock weep precum down my thigh.

Though she will never be able to take me fully into her mouth, I long to feel her tongue on my shaft. Licking me. Tasting me. “Making you come over and over, untilyour body is totally relaxed and wet for my cock, is part of the preparation.”

“Part of it?” The faintest hint of concern flickers in her green eyes. And rightly so.

“If you want to take my cock, I’ll have to stretch you with my fingers first.”

“How many?” she whispers, rocking back and forth against the ridge in my pants with enough pressure to drive me mad.

“Three. Four. Maybe all of them,” I say, watching her eyes open wide and her lips do the same. “If you don’t want that?—”

“I do. I want it all. I want it all with you.”

All.She’s speaking of the acts we will share. For now. And for now, that is enough.

HOPE

“Have you ridden on a tractor?” he asks.

“Never.”

“Climb up.”

I wait a beat to see if he’s serious, and of course he is. He’s Ogram. “This isn’t the ride I expected you to give me.”

Chuckling, he gives my ass a light pat.

Heaving an exaggerated sigh, I maneuver myself up and onto the thing for the second time. Ogram follows, lifting me effortlessly while sliding onto the seat, then settling me on his lap.

“Okay, this isn’t the worst thing ever,” I say, wiggling until my back is pressed tight against his broad chest.

His body shakes with silent amusement, the motion sending waves of warm tingles rippling through me. “One more adjustment will make it better.” He lifts my right leg and places on the outside of his, repeats the action with my left leg, then gathers my sundress around my waist. Looking over my shoulder, he traces the edge of my lace panties, which sit just inches above the place I want his fingers most. “The evening we walked on the beach, you described skimpy underwear meant to tempt your date to remove them. Did you wear these for that purpose?”

“Yes,” I say, holding my breath as he slides his hand beneath the lace.

“I look forward to removing them.” He fires up the tractor with his other hand. “Until then, hold on tight, and enjoy the ride.”

I gasp as the tractor lurches forward, pitching my pussy against his fingers. Two of them bracket my clit, squeezing firmly enough to make me moan and squirm. With the vibrations from the motor, the bumpy ride as we drive through a field, and Ogram’s consistent, pinpoint-accuracy pressure as he rolls his fingertips around my clit, I’m helpless to do anything other than rock my against his touch. And moan. Pant. Come. “Ohhh god, oh god, yes…”

Ogram’s deep rumble fills my ears. “You’re not done,” he says when the sensitive aftershocks hit and I try to wiggle away from his fingers. “Again. With my fingers inside you.” Continuing to drive as if it’s second nature, he slips one long, thick finger inside me. Swirls it around, slides it out, then enters me with two.

My pussy clenches around them, and, gripping his legs, I lean forward to take his fingers deeper, moaning when my clit presses against the mount of his palm.

“Come for me, get your cunt ready for my cock.”

I suck in a breath, and his movements still.

“Are you in discomfort?”