Page 16 of Brother In Arms

“What!?”

I backed off of her, my cock granite in my pants and brought the palm of one hand down squarely on her denim clad ass with an echoing thwack. She fuckin’ squealed her indignation and thrust her ass back into me, which she wasn’t getting away. I’d moved back in to pin her with my body and I have to say, the curve of her ass fit the curve of the front of my body mighty fine. She wiggled trying to break free and stilled with a gasp when she felt my cock through our clothes.

“Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna use it unless you ask real nice.”

“Let me go,” she demanded.

“Not until I’m sure you’re not going to hit me again.”

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” she screeched indignant.

“Nope.”

“You son of a bitch!”

“Yeah.” I couldn’t disagree there. She’d started thrashing and stilled again when I said it.

“What is wrong with you?”

“A lot of things, Bailey. Nothing you’d probably understand.”

“Why don’t you try me?” she asked and it surprised me. She stilled, was out of breath, and tense, but wasn’t trying to thrash or hit me again so I eased off some, putting my hands on top of the bales to either side of her hips and leaning over her. She was still pinned between me and the straw, and I could still restrain her if she wanted to take a swing, but she wasn’t demanding I back off anymore. If anything, that tight little ass of hers was rubbing up against me in a way that made me wanna lose my mind.

“Bailey, you doing that on purpose?” I asked her.

“Maybe.”

“I meant what I said.”

“What? I mean, what time?”

“You wanna ride this cock, all you have to do is ask.”

“God, why do you have to be so crude?”

“Why you got to be so uptight, and what happened to the hot chick in the bar? If I remember correctly, you were the one who hit on me.”

“Yeah, that was after something like four shots of bourbon.”

“Lightweight,” I murmured by her ear and she shuddered.

Yeah, she was definitely turned on. I smiled and whispered, “Undo those jeans and slide them down, take the panties with them.” I let my tone carry the command and I felt her go rigid. She swallowed audibly, and turned her head. I leaned back just enough so she could see I was serious as a heart attack.

“If I don’t?” she whispered quietly.

“Then I let you go, you walk out of this barn, and we can pretend none of this ever happened.”

“If I do?”

“Then I bend you over this bale of straw, shove myself in you balls deep, give you the ride of your life and if you want? You walk out of this barn and we can try to pretend none of it ever happened.”

She hesitated, her eyes sliding shut, and again with that nervous swallow. I bent forward and placed my lips in the hollow behind her ear, planting one, light and errant kiss. Her breath left her in a shuddering sigh and her hands moved to the front of her jeans.

Aw yes, option B!

I held still as she slowly worked her hands between herself and the straw bale I held her against. I backed off just enough to allow her some room to work with and wasn’t disappointed when she worked her belt free, then the button on her jeans. She unzipped and wriggled her hips in that way only a woman could and I about lost my motherfuckin’ mind again.

She slid the denim and lace down from the sides and over the ripe, beautiful curve of her ass. I appreciated the view every second it was happening too.

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