She buries her face in the crook of my neck, nipping at the sensitive flesh. “I should take advantage while the offer stands.”
A plea stings my lips. I’m content to share control, and she’s taking matters into her hands—very literally. We’ve spent hours taunting our thresholds for temptation prior to this, soft caresses and tormenting grazes meant to drive our need to the brink without means for release. How far will she go?
In response, a brush of smooth knuckles frames the edges of my collarbones. She circles the bobbing lump of my Adam’s apple before retracing her former path. Her timid exploration drifts lower, and she draws imaginary lines across the contours that define my abdomen. The muscles flinch and quiver of their own accord, seeking more of her affections. I’m almost afraid to breathe in case the slightest hitch prompts her to stop. In this moment, dredging up the remaining shreds of my resistance takes a type of strength that leaves me dizzy. She’s never taken us this far, and I find myself holding my breath, waiting for her to pump the brakes.
Audria reaches for the button of my jeans, tugging just enough to open the closure. Her intentions are undeniable when she lowers the zipper with expert precision. The stiff rod in my pants demands attention, practically bursting a seam in the effort to reach her fingers. I would be a liar to not admit my almost obsessive fixation about which one of us would initiate sex. My patience has been growing thinner by the day, and it appears I’m not alone.
“What’re you doing, babe?” My gritty tone rumbles in the dark. Why I feel the need to halt her progress is beyond feasible explanation. Blame it on the uneven distribution of blood being sent to my demanding cock.
“Isn’t it obvious?” She skims the waistband of my boxers, sneaking a fingertip beneath the confines to offer a clue of what’s to come. That slight tug offers the barest hint of friction.
“I want your words too. Tell me.”
“I’m making us much more than friends.” With a snap, she releases the elastic against my feverish skin.
The sting barely registers. “Out here?”
“Are you suggesting I stop?” Her question clears a section of fog from my brain. Why the fuck am I still talking? She mistakes my silence for hesitation. “Is this not okay with you?”
I cup her cheek and tilt until our mouths meet in a crackle of sparks. Swiping my tongue along her bottom lip, I hope to convey a straight shot of reassurance. “What you’re doing is fan-fucking-tastic. Please don’t stop, like ever. But wouldn’t you be more comfortable on a real bed? We can go back to your place. I’d offer my room in the bunkhouse, but the guys are nosey as shit. We’re better off anywhere else.”
Audria doesn’t retreat, and I get busy thanking all the higher powers at play. “I’m not high maintenance, farmer. Doing this in your hayfield is super swoon-worthy, especially for us. I’ve never had sex in the bed of a truck. Let’s go with what feels right, yeah?”
I cross my arms behind my head, offering a silent surrender. “By all means.”
“Oh.” She laughs. “I’m gonna do all the heavy lifting?”
“Just making sure my message is clear.”
“Free rein,” she recalls.
“Take it all, babe.” I shift my hips in an attempt to lower my pants. She tugs them off the rest of the way, tossing them blindly behind her. My boxers suffer the same fate.
Cool air whispers across my bare lower half. I wave at the steel hardness proudly jutting upright to salute her. “Satisfied?”
Her eyes lock on my dick. “Not yet, but I certainly will be.”
“Damn, you’re good for the ego.”
Audria bites her lip. “You deserve all the stroking, big guy.”
I palm my cock, giving a few cursory pumps. “If you insist.”
Her gaze doesn’t move from my fisted shaft. The flare of her undivided attention gets me harder. I feel a fever coming on that has nothing to do with this pleasant weather. How I’m going to last longer than three thrusts has yet to be determined.
She strips off her jeans with a swift yank that makes my dick jealous. Her panties hardly constitute a barrier, but she removes them all the same. After dropping to her knees, she slinks toward me with the grace of a panther stalking her prey.
“Welcome back.” I kiss her forehead while reaching for a blanket to fling over us.
Audria sets a palm flat on my chest. “I’m happy to be here.”
“Just happy? We can do better than that.” Skipping more idle chatter and getting straight to business seems mandatory. My balls are blue enough.
I trail a hand up her inner thigh. The briefest connection with her silken skin makes my mouth water. She’s too damn soft for my rough hands, but Audria doesn’t complain. Instead, she bucks her pelvis into me. I take that as a silent command, climbing higher up her leg. Her inhale hitches as I sweep across her slippery warmth. I trace her wet seam front to back before focusing on her clit. That hard nub grants me an earful of breathy moans as she begs for more. I double my efforts while sinking a finger into her molten core.
When her hand clasps around my arousal, I falter and nearly seize up from the sudden onslaught. I attempt to continue delivering pleasure in return but fail as my limbs grow heavy. Audria doesn’t joke around with her snug grip as she twists from root to tip. She speeds up, and pressure begins to build at the base of my spine.
I give a tortured groan. “Oh, babe. What’re you doing to me?”
“You can’t have all the fun,” she murmurs and licks a path along my jaw.
The smoldering in my gut spreads until I’m certain there will be no shot at redemption. My attempt to try spills between my clenching teeth. “I won’t last like this.”
“That’s okay,” she urges. “I want
