Page 26 of The Back Forty (Whitewood Creek Farm #5)

I couldn’t sleep after leaving Dani’s bedroom. For obvious fucking reasons, of course.

I'd just tasted the best pussy of my life. It was sweet, warm, so good it short-circuited my brain, and it belonged to the woman that I’ve spent the past year trying my damnedest not to notice.

Someone who along the way I've become friends with and developed genuine respect for. The one that I’ve gone out of my way to keep things professional with.

No lingering stares. No lingering thoughts.

I’ve been so fucking good.

Until last night broke me.

And now that I’ve had her, now that I’ve felt her come apart on my face, tasted the way that she shatters when she's properly teased and prepared—there’s no going back.

I jacked off like a teenager the second I got back to my room. Her name in my mouth, her taste still on my tongue, my fist tight around my cock until I came hot all over my stomach, groaning her name into the empty room like some love-struck idiot.

And yeah, sure, I might’ve fantasized about her sucking me off on her knees instead of my hand, her lips stretched around me, eyes wide, messy and desperate.

But even then, I knew she still thought this was all just a game last night.

She thought I was still playing into another one of our ridiculous debates.

But there was nothing fucking playful about the way I ate her pussy once I got a taste. That was worship. That was surrender. That was months of restraint snapping all at once and culminating in release.

And now, this morning, I’m wrecked.

So, I ran. Before sunrise, through the gravel and wet grass down to the creek that wraps our small town in a hug and keeps my family's property in its grip. Tried to sweat her out of my system. Showered. Refused to jerk off again even though I was hard the entire time. And now I’m standing at her bedroom door, unsure what I’m doing here this morning.

Wanting to talk about what happened last night? Maybe.

Wanting to fuck her? Definitely.

But when she opens the door in an oversized, worn-in T-shirt that says California! across the chest and barely hits below her hips—bare legs, bare face, hair messy from sleep, not a single stitch on underneath I'm guessing—I forget everything I was supposed to say and do.

“Hey,” she says softly, a little nervous this time, like the weight of what we did is finally settling in for her too.

“How’d you sleep?” I ask. My voice is still rough, this being the first time I've used it all day.

“Really good.” She pushes a piece of her dark hair behind her ear, her big brown eyes peeking up at me. “You?”

“Like shit.”

She nods, and for a beat, we just stand there.

The air between us crackling. Then she reaches out and grabs my wrist, tugging me inside like she’s already made up her mind.

She pulls me down to sit on the edge of her bed and before I can process what’s happening, she’s dropping to her knees between my legs and reaching for my waistband.

“Whoa—wait,” I say, cupping her chin gently and peeling her hands off me. “You don’t have to do this. That’s not why I came to your door, and that's not why I told you I didn’t sleep well.”

Her gaze cuts to mine, sharp and irritated. I've seen this look on her before it's the one where she's genuinely pissed at me for underestimating her in some capacity, I'm just not sure what it is now.

“You think I’m doing this because I have to? Because you’re my boss or I owe you something? Lawson, I want to do this.”

I should stop her. I should pull away. Remind her that I sign her paychecks and this crosses every HR boundary in existence. But instead, I stare. At her flushed cheeks. At her soft mouth. At the defiance in her eyes that lights me the fuck up inside. At my best friend.

“So, I guess the question is whether this is what you want?” she asks, tilting her head, daring me.

Fuck yes, it is.

What I want is to see her face when she sees exactly how big I am.

I want to watch her lips stretch around my cock and hear her moan like she can’t take all of it but she’s sure as hell going to try.

I want to guide her head with my hand and feel the back of her throat flutter around me when she tries not to gag.

But even more than that, I want to know that she’s choosing this. Choosing me. I want to be chosen by her. Because she’ll never understand how important that is to me.

I swallow thickly as she smirks, knowing well she’s got me right where she wants me. Then in one swift move, she yanks my sweatpants and boxers down, and my cock springs free—thick, flushed, already dripping with precum and ready for her.

Her eyes widen.

“Well, damn,” she says, trying to play it cool and use that teasing voice we usually have with each other, but I catch the blush that creeps up her neck.

She gathers her dark hair over one shoulder and her jaw parts like she's trying to stretch it out for what's coming.

“You never mentioned this was hiding in those denim jeans you seem to love so much.”

I chuckle as I watch her open and close her mouth and then shift her teeth from side to side.

“You stretching out your jaw to see if it’ll fit?”

She grins. “You’re not that big.”

“Right,” I murmur, gripping my base and giving myself a slow stroke just to watch her pupils dilate. “I'm not big at all.”

She watches me, eyes dark, then bats my hand away and wraps her own fingers around my length. Her grip is confident, just tight enough to make my breath hiss. She jerks me slowly then leans forward and gives my tip a teasing lick—just the edge of her tongue circling, soft and maddening.

“In the teasing mood, sweetheart?”

“Just repaying the favor.”

I raise an eyebrow. “If that were true, you’d take me all the way down your throat.”

Her brows lift. “Patience, boss.”

She licks the underside of my cock, her hot tongue dragging from base to tip, before swirling around the tip again, slower this time.

Then she kisses along the shaft, wet and lazy, like she has all morning.

But I’m fucking throbbing for more. Needing the suction.

The heat. The depth that I know she can give me.

She finally wraps her lips around my tip and eases down, her mouth tight, warm and perfect, exactly how I imagined it would be. My head drops back with a growl as she takes me deeper, her tongue gliding along the bottom of me like she loves this as much as I do.

“Fuck,” I mutter, trying to keep it light, but then she goes lower. Her lips stretch, her jaw works, and she gags around me hard. Her eyes water as she glances up at me like she wants to see what that does to me.

It wrecks me. I wrap her hair around my wrist, my fingers sinking into the softness of her scalp, and guide her rhythm, slow and controlled, because if she keeps going like this, I’m going to come down her throat embarrassingly fast.

“That’s it, Dani,” I whisper, my voice raw. “Suck my cock. Just like that.”

She hums in pleasure, the vibration shooting up my cock and through my spine. Her hand twists at the base while her mouth works my length, tight, wet and perfect. I can feel the coil tightening, feel my balls drawing up, my thighs flexing ready to release. Everything inside me is going taut.

Her hand digs into my bare thigh, nails biting just enough to make my cock twitch against her tongue, while the other moves lower, cupping and playing with my balls like she already owns them.

I groan, jaw tight. “You do that, I’m coming down your throat.”

Her eyes flick up, glinting with something wicked. As if to test me, she rolls them gently between her fingers, then drags a single, long nail down the seam in the middle—slow, teasing.

I jerk beneath her touch and swallow hard. “Dani. Don’t fucking tease me.”

But she does it again. Caressing. Toying. All while her cheeks hollow out around my cock, bobbing up and down slowly like she’s got all day. Like she wants to drag this out until I’m shaking.

“Fuck. I’m gonna come.”

She pops off the tip with a lewd sound, a string of spit connecting her mouth to my dick. Her hand wraps around me, pumping slow, her grip the perfect amount of pressure. Her other hand doesn’t stop teasing, rubbing, tugging just right on my sack.

“Damn,” she mumbles with a smirk. “Who knew my boss was so easy to please?”

I grip her chin hard enough to make her gasp and tilt her face up to mine.

“I’m not,” I bite out, voice rough, raw with the edge that she’s pulling from me.

“I’m actually really fucking hard to please.

That’s why I demand excellence in everything I do and why I'm always on the road, because I don't trust anyone else to handle my shit. But Dani, I’ve never met a woman like you. And I haven’t had a beautiful woman choking on my cock while playing with my balls in a long fucking time, so stop teasing and swallow me. ”

Her eyes water slightly as she squeezes my balls, just enough to send stars exploding across my vision. Then she spits on my tip, slides her lips around me, and sucks down with so much pressure and speed I don’t even get a warning out.

My spine bows, balls draw up so tight I feel it in my teeth, and I’m coming, loudly, messily, helplessly, gripping the back of her head as she rides it out and swallows everything that I give her.

She doesn’t pull away until I’m wrung out and trembling and when she looks up at me, her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes still dark with heat.

“Holy shit,” she breathes. “That was the hottest blowjob I’ve ever given.”

“Best I’ve ever had,” I say without hesitation, before gripping her under the arms and tossing her backward onto the bed. "Now it’s my turn."