Page 12 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
His smile had softened, no longer teasing, those piercing eyes sharp and focused on my face. I took another deep breath—fuck these absolutely useless buttons—and started to round his side, hovering my hand just an inch away from his flesh, my fingers trembling.
I was heading for his growing length, greedy to take him in hand and fondle him a little before guiding him to the tube, when his front legs bent and I found myself scooped up by strong arms. I squeaked as he drew me up and around, and my hands slapped against his shoulders, his skin hot and muscles tense.
"Hold up there, filly," Lukas rasped, a little laugh in the back of the words. "I'm as eager as a yearling to get your hands on me, but I paid attention in those lessons they gave us."
He was hauling me up so we were nose to nose. He was sobig. Even the part of his body that was human was larger than normal. His arms tightened, one fastening under my hips. My legs spread, wrapping around his waist as he cradled me closer, one hand cupping the back of my neck.
"Pretty, generous girls deserve a little more care than just an introduction to the rudest part of a man," Lukas said, and then he leaned forward and nipped gently at the tip of my nose.
My hands tightened on his shoulders, mostly just because they felt sogoodin my hands, all warm and thick, flexing under my touch. My eyes widened, probably crossing to stare at him before he pulled away again. My face was hot and I suddenly felt clumsy and abrasive. I'd just been going tograbat him? I was as bad as Barn Centaur.
"Sorry," I said, breathless and blushing.
Lukas tipped his head and then shook it. His mouth looked so soft up close like this and I didn't want to look away. "Nothin' to be sorry 'bout. Nothing a nice kiss can't fix. How's that sound?"
I caught a great breath—the shirt might as well have fallen off by now—and then leaned in, clasping his full bottom lip between both of mine in answer. He tasted like hops, sharp and heady, and I sucked on the full flesh. He rumbled in approval, the hand bracing my hip squeezing. His head turned to the side and then our mouths were fastening together, open and gentle and explorative. He groaned as he caught my upper lip and the sound pressed between my hips, making me whimper.
The tip of his tongue traced around my mouth until I greeted it with my own, stroking against him, moaning at the richer malty taste of him, so raw and natural. My hands were traveling greedily, gripping and groping at the knots of muscle on his back, over his chest to feel the steady thump of his heart against my palm.
We jostled, shifting around the room, and I heard the wet clasp of the tube on his cock, my own cunt throbbing in answer. Lukas pulled away, eyes briefly dazed, mouth parted.
"Fuck. Oh, filly, you don't know how good you feel wrapped around me like this," he murmured, focusing on my face, smiling warmly down on me.
For a dizzy moment, my body aching andcraving, I wondered if it wasn't me he was sliding into. But no, my body was tragically empty. He laughed as I frowned down between us, realizing just that.
"Don't worry, we got time for it all, but I've been badly missing kissing. Fuckin' a tube just doesn't cut it. Nothing like having a soft and squirming bundle of sweetness to hold and taste."
I blinked at the pronouncement, my cheeks flooding with more heat. "Oh."
That was…really nice to hear, actually, in spite of how jealous I currently was of that tube. Calvin had offered a little cursory kissing, but Barn Dude hadn't treated me as much more than a fuckable hole. Which wasn'tnotfun, but this was…
This was better.
His hand on my hip shifted to my ass and grinned, squeezing me there. "Mhm. Now. We gotta see to you too."
My eyes widened. "Me too?"
He chuckled. "Kiss me again, filly, while I fit in. Distract me, sweetheart."
I grasped his face in my hand with a little growl, drawing his mouth back to mine, but it was him who really took control, sucking hard at each lip, his tongue surging in. He walked me backward, or walked himself forward, and hissed briefly into the kiss as a strange rubber squeak sounded.
"Never as wet as a well and ready woman," he muttered, hovering over my lips.
"I'm wet," I said, not quite thinking.
He leaned back, arching a brow. "Oh, are you? Wish your skirt would make like your nice blouse and pop off."
A surprised laugh burst from me and I realized suddenly howfirmlyhe held me. I could shake and lean and I was steady, not remotely in danger of him dropping me. So I tipped back—Taylor's shirt was hanging open, revealing my best and laciest bra, holding the girls up high like a supportive best friend—and yanked my skirt up and out of the way from between us.
Lukas and I both moaned as my wet flesh rubbed against his smooth, flat stomach through a thin layer of cotton.
Hooves beat against the floor; my back met the smooth, cold surface of the ignored television screen, the knobs and buttons of the control panel poking lower; and then the hand on my ass moved under fabric, reaching for my sex. I arched, crying out as two fingers stroked against my clit, and something behind me clicked. An electric motor started humming, and Lukas’s head tipped back with a shout, the suction suddenly at work on his cock.
"I'm wildly jealous of that over-engineered fleshlight," I muttered.
Lukas's eyes widened, stare finding mine once more, and then he started to laugh. Braced between the wall, firmly fastened there by his hands and chest, I reached for his face and brought it back to mine, kissing him roughly. He growled, fingers on my clit hiccuping and pinching me briefly.
And then we were all motion and groans, tongues and lips caressing, bodies rocking.
