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Lynette

B ullet hasn’t even kissed me yet, but I’ve watched him pleasure himself, wishing all the while and pretty much every moment after, that it was me who could do those deliciously sinful things to him. I wished it had been my hands that night, my mouth, my body.

And now it is. We’re finally here, and I’m so nervous that I feel sick. I’m pathetically inexperienced when it comes to this. I know the law and can argue it until I’m breathless, but this? This putting myself in another person’s hands? I should hate it. It should panic me, being this out of control and vulnerable, but I feel nothing but safe .

Bullet is already nestled between my spread legs. I’m astounded when he kisses my knee like it’s a sexy part of the body, and continues the trail up my thigh. His lips are shockingly soft. His beard is a whisper that tickles, only heightening the sensations of his warm, wet mouth and those tender kisses.

He’s so close to my most intimate place, and even though it’s dark, I’m still worried. There are so many things I haven’t done, and now I wonder if maybe it’s because there was something wrong with me, something not to like. As a teenager, I was pretty much repulsed by the whole thing. It hurt and it was mostly just embarrassing and wretched. It was little better as an adult. I’ve never even had a human induced orgasm before, unless I count the ones I’ve given myself.

I know I have a tendency to overthink everything, and I’m doing that right now. I don’t want to ruin this moment. I believe Bullet is honest, and if he says that he wants to devour my pussy, then he really does want to do it. He’s not just doing it for the sake of it.

With that thought, I can relax into the blanket at my back, my jacket discarded beside me. I breathe in, savoring the earthy, fresh air, and do the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

Surrender.

A few seconds later, it doesn’t feel so hard. Not when Bullet’s hot breath skims over the inside of my thighs, the tickle of his beard tracing that sensitive skin too.

He does what he said he would do and kisses me right through my panties. I gasp as the heat of his mouth closes over the cool wet fabric. He traces the spot with his thumb, tracing the outline of my folds and moving over my clit.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he rumbles in that low, sexy voice that raises goosebumps all over my body. “I want to eat your pussy like I haven’t had a decent meal in my whole life, Lynette. You taste delicious. So fucking sweet. Will you let me do that?”

I think again about how exposed we are out here, but the silence is overwhelming. This late in the year, there are barely any insects. There’s no birdsong, no sounds of humanity, no life at all. Just the endlessly melodic rustle of the cornstalks above and around us. Even so, I still wouldn’t be comfortable if it wasn’t for the thought of Bullet’s massive body between me and everything else, between me and the whole world.

“Okay,” I say breathily.

He can probably hear the desperation laced through that word. It’s more than okay. It’s that I wish he would tear the fabric off and make me come because it’s painful to want another person so badly. It’s like a sickness infecting my whole body, awakening me, making me come so alive that I can’t bear to be in my own body for another second.

Bullet doesn’t just tear the panties off of me and drive in. He takes his time, tracing my seam through the soaked fabric again, sweeping them aside to allow his fingers to take that same route along my bare skin.

I jerk on the blanket, grinding my spine into the ground as I pulse with need.

“Is this okay?” His finger strokes my clit, carefully curling over it, circling it with infinite gentleness. He knows I’m not breakable, but treating me like I am, going slow, only heightens the madness.

“Yes!”

“Can I take your panties off now?”

“Fuck, yes, please.” I lift my hips and shimmy out of them.

He balls them in his fist, inhaling them, the scent of me , before he sets them aside.

My mind cuts right out at how insanely hot that primal action was.

He doesn’t waste time getting back between my legs, tucking his massive hands under my ass, and lifting me to his face. His tongue glides along my soaked, swollen skin, exploring me with reverence before his hot tongue parts me and laps at my entrance.

I don’t know what on earth makes me think I have the control to watch this, but I wrench my eyes open, and when my hips ride up on instinct, I curl my elbows underneath me. I’m utterly mesmerized by the sight of Bullet prone before me, head bent between my thighs like he’s worshipping me.

My thoughts might have been sinful, but this is a whole different kind of sin. An act so sweet and fucking blissful that it’s utter heaven.

“Bullet,” I moan, reaching down to fist my hand in his lush hair.

He raises his eyes and our gazes lock, which only seems to unlock a new beat mode. He eats me like he’s gone feral, devouring me as he promised.

It’s not just his mouth, but his hands that drive me wild. He strokes my clit with his calloused fingertips as his mouth works hard to make me lose control.

I drop back, unable to hold myself up, my head thrashing against the blanket. I swear my skull is digging a groove straight through it, right into the soft earth below.

“Oh my god. Fuck.” I grasp the blanket with one fist and Bullet’s hair with the other.

He never stops his sinful onslaught, working his tongue along my seam, eating me noisily, his mouth so hot in contrast to the cooler night.

“So good,” he groans. “So fucking good, Lynette. Do you realize what the taste of you does to me? Do you realize that it turns me into a beast?” He punctuates his words with hot kisses and long strokes of his tongue against my burning flesh. “I’m gonna make you come. I’m gonna make you shatter. You can scream my name if you want, not because I’m owning you, but because you’ve unspooled everything I am.”

Hearing his words unlocks a new realm inside me, a door that pleasure pours through, flooding my body. He lashes me with his tongue, working me with his fingers. He doesn’t have to put them inside me to make me come. I’m going to break apart just like this.

I was so unsure of my own body, but seeing the pleasure Bullet takes in doing this, his utter delight and the way he’s transformed, as though he truly is a beast with no control, is so heady that I can barely process it. I never thought I could give myself up to another person. Even when I came out here, I didn’t think I could do it. My body is one thing, but my heart, soul, and brain are another.

Right now, it’s as though every element in me has been pulled into one force, and when Bullet commands me, in his hoarse voice, to come for him, and pinches my clit while he lashes my folds, thrusting his tongue up inside me, they all compress together and explode in a burst of blinding white heat.

He doesn’t let up for a second, forcing me to face the depths of that orgasm. I can’t breathe through it. I can’t think. I can only clutch at the blanket and sob out something, though it’s probably not even words.

My walls clench in on themselves, my muscles spasming, as he wrings the pleasure from me.

As soon as the waves recede and I can open my eyes and gasp out anything at all, I hold out my hand, palm up. “Please,” I whisper. “Please, come here.” I want to hold him. I want him inside me, filling the emptiness that is still there. I’m like a glutton. After a single taste of pleasure, I need to drink my fill.

Of course, Bullet rocks back on his heels, pulling himself up so I can watch him lick his lips and then suck on his fingers. He groans, savoring the last taste of me.

I’d wanted to control some of this at the start. To dictate the way it would go. I’d feared losing control more than anything. Surrender in any area of my life has never been possible. Surrender to despair, to tears, to fear, to uncertainty. I never had any idea that surrender could be a transcendent thing, or that it could be good and right, but there’s an undeniable truth in this that rocks my foundations.

Bullet undoes his belt and unzips his jeans, pulling his cock out of his boxers, running his hand down over the thick, veiny shaft. He’s as beautiful now as that night in the living room.

I’ve wanted to taste him, to know what he’d feel like against my tongue, to take him inside me and have him fill me. To do all the things I would have considered base and probably even dirty. To wear his seed, to be marked by every part of him.

“I brought condoms,” he says, stroking his shaft and running his hand over the head, smearing the glistening precum down his length.

“I’m on the pill, but thank you for being considerate and responsible.”

That sounds terribly prudish and I almost want to laugh at myself, but there’s nothing funny or prim about the savage groan that tears from his throat as he jacks his thick length. “Just the thought of being inside you bare makes me want to blow all over the place.”

Thinking about being coated with those hot jets, my insides throb.

Christ, I’ve never had such debased, wild images enter my head before. They’re totally wanton, shocking, and right now, so delicious that they pool between my thighs. My walls clench in on themselves, needing him. Needing to be filled. Taken. Owned. Dominated. Fucked into the damn ground.

All of that would have felt so dangerous and wrong before, but now, I just need. I need him so badly that he could literally do anything to me right now. There could be a whole damn town assembled right there on the road, and I wouldn’t stop.

“Want you on top,” Bullet says, his hand never ceasing. He’s so hard now, so swollen, that his tip is a dark purple.

I know he’s giving this to me because he thinks that I need it. I want to tell him that I trust him enough to do this however he wants, but I also want him inside me so badly that I can’t find any words.

I scramble up, letting him sit down on the edge of the blanket.

I straddle him again, wrap my hand around his shaft, and position himself at my entrance.

“Go slow,” he warns, but that fullness pressed up against where I need him so badly that I could die, having him exactly where I’ve wanted him for what has felt like an eternity, brings out the animal in me . “I’m not small and I don’t want to hurt—”

I surge forward, seating him all the way inside me until I grind myself against his jeans and boxers. His zipper grinds into me, but I don’t care. There’s only his thick cock, splitting me so far apart that it’s painful, my walls clenching around him so tight that I’ll never let him go.

“Fuck!” he roars out into the night. He clutches my ass, jerking upright, our chests slamming together, our mouths tangling in a kiss that’s all teeth and fierceness. When I come up for air, he picks me up, arranging me so that my feet are out behind him, and thrusts deeper inside me, moving slowly, filling me with care. I’m so overwhelmed by the thickness of him stretching me all over again, that I almost miss the violent shudder that wracks his huge frame.

I twist my arms around his neck, holding onto him fiercely, almost protectively. He does the same, clinging to me, and though I know he’d never say it, he’d never call me his because that would be like stuffing a wild animal into a cage, I feel it with every thrust and every pound of my heart.

I’m no less his for belonging to me too.

He grasps my face around the chin suddenly, tenderly, forcing me to look at him like he needs the communication of our souls and minds, even if it’s unspoken.

I stare into his eyes as I roll my hips, each time taking him deeper, matching every thrust.

A fierce pride rattles through me, swelling my chest that I can do this. My body can do this. I’m a perfect fit. It seems impossible that anything could be this good.

I grind my nails into Bullet’s shoulder, tearing at the leather as I try to shift to take him deeper, even though every thrust has me grinding down on his zipper. It’s painful, but that twinge every time blends with the sweetness of being filled so full, of him hitting places inside me I have never even discovered on my own.

Bullet slants his mouth over mine, crushing our lips together. His kiss is somehow tenderness and fire wrapped up together. I moan against the exquisite taste of him. I can taste myself there too, lingering. It’s a little bit alarming and strange, but as Bullet teases his tongue into my mouth and strokes mine, scraping his teeth over my lips as he pulls back and surges forward again, fucking me with his mouth the way he is with his cock, I can’t say it’s not blistering hot.

Bullet tears his mouth away from mine, picks me up, and rams me down hard on his cock. He bites my breast as my back arches, and they get thrust into his face. His teeth sink into my nipple through the fabric. He’s feral and losing control fast, but even though he’s rough, it’s a good rough.

He drives himself deep inside me, fucking me up and down as if I’m boneless, and when he sucks my nipple through the wet fabric and his cock hits the deepest spots inside of me, it pushes me to the point of breaking.

“That’s it,” he coaxes in a brutal growl. “I want to watch you come again, Lynette. I want to watch you come on my cock the way you did on my tongue. So fucking beautiful that I lose my mind. The most beautiful sight in the world.”

His cock kicks inside me, throbbing with his words. Another brutal thrust and the fact that I know he’s watching me tears down the last vestiges of my will.

I plunge into another climax so powerful that it’s almost terrifying.

I writhe against him, scrabbling at his jacket, my head titled back, panting and crying, chanting his name, while my body turns into molten heat and brutal electricity. The climax sweeps through me, and Bullet is right there, right about to come so deep and hot inside, as I ripple all around him, when a scream rents the air, followed by a terrible bellow and a mournful howl.

I slam back into my body, scrambling off Bullet so quickly that I get hit by several cornstalks. I bypass my strewn clothes and my boots, racing headlong through the field, stumbling down and then up the ditch, to Bullet’s bike.

Cows are one thing, but what the hell was that scream, and that howl? Wolves? Someone in trouble?

“Lynette?”

I search Bullet’s saddlebags until I find what I need. The gun he’s stashed there. I knew it couldn’t be on him. He’s still wearing his clothing and there was no gun-sized bulge anywhere.

He hobbles through the ditch, cursing and hopping on one leg because he doesn’t have his boots on, and he must have stepped on thistles.

Thorns or not, he races straight for me and quickly grabs the gun out of my hand. “It was just a fox. I know the scream was terrifying, but I promise, that’s all it was. It startled some of the cows and the hound from down the road.” Bullet’s big body blocks mine, acting as a shield. His hands come down on my shoulders, steadying me.

I’m blisteringly aware that I’m naked except for my tank top.

Bullet tucks the gun back into his saddlebag, then drapes his jacket over me. It’s so big that it reaches down to my waist, but my bits are still sticking out.

“Hey. It’s okay.” He sweeps me up, tucking me in his arms so that he blocks what the jacket can’t, and then he carries me down the ditch, back to the blanket and our clothing.

My banging heart thrashes messily in my chest. I’m still half drunk on the orgasms I just had. “Fuck. I’m so sorry. I ruined this, didn’t I?”

Bullet sets me down on the blanket and gathers up my clothes for me. In my hurry to tug them on, I bump straight into him. He groans. I whip around, trying to see where he’s hurt. My eyes go straight to his groin. “Oh my god. Did I hurt you?”

“I’ll live.”

“I did hurt you, didn’t I?”

He tries to keep the pinched expression off his face, but I see it all too clearly. He was just about to come and he’s still hard as a rock.

“I’m so sorry.” I clap a hand over my mouth but can’t control the hysterical giggle that bursts out. “Shit. I’m not laughing at you. This is awful . It’s probably the worst experience you’ve ever had.”

He drops his hands to my waist, caging me in his thick arms. His lips graze my forehead tenderly. “You’re the best experience.”

I hug him hard, still unsure that he’s even okay.

“This is the last thing you needed,” I groan. “I’m so sorry for wrecking this.”

“Nope.” He inhales against my hair. “I don’t know what I was thinking, convincing you to do this. I should have planned on a romantic picnic, but instead I decided to act like a horny teenager.”

“We never got to be teenagers, though, did we?”

His eyes glisten wetly. “Are you gonna be okay?”

“Of course! Should we… are we going to go?”

I’m disappointed when he nods. “We can ride by that farm and drop some money in their mailbox like I promised. I’ll take us back to Hart.”

“Is that the gentlemanly way of saying that you don’t want to do this again?”

He scoffs. “I want to do this all the time. Far more often than I should.”

“Stay the night?” My voice is thick with need. “If you’re allowed. If you don’t have club duties.”

Bullet’s stayed the night at our house many times now, but that’s not what I’m asking him to do. For me, offering my bed is as good as offering my whole heart. Getting on the back of Bullet’s bike might make it official in his world, but offering my most unguarded, vulnerable moments is official in mine .

His hands feather down my back and then whisper up to my neck. He glides his warm palm around, tipping my face up and kissing me softly. There’s almost no trace of the ragged passion that is still etched into his face. I fall into it — into him, into his kiss, losing myself.

“I don’t have club duties,” he rasps against my lips before he kisses me again. “I’m so honored that you’d ask. So fucking undone by you.”

He pulls away, snapping up my jacket so that I’ll be warm on the bike. I could easily do it myself, but for once, I’m not offended by someone taking care of me. It actually is kind of nice.

It’s not until we’re getting on his bike, and he turns around to give me the shyest smile that I realize it’s not just me who is vulnerable. It’s not just me offering my body and my heart and soul.

I don’t know if Bullet’s ever spent the night with anyone either.

As he said, it’s an honor.