Page 59 of The Back Forty
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 saysCalifornia!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 Ihaveto? Because you’re my boss or I owe you something? Lawson, Iwantto 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 Iwantis to see her face when she sees exactly how big I am. I want to watch her lips stretch around my cock and hear hermoan 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 thiswas 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 notthatbig.”
“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.
