Page 157 of Dove
A moan escaped me, my head falling back onto his shoulder as a finger drifted lower. He didn’t have the best access due to my shorts still being on, but he made it work, rubbing against my slit, teasing me, torturing me.
“Josh, please,” I panted, shifting my hips, hoping he’d get with the picture and give me what I needed.
His other hand came up to thread it’s fingers through my belt loop, stilling me, tightening the fabric around my waist. My neck grew warm where his lips brushed as he denied me. “I think you can do better, Dove. I don’t just want you wet for me, I want yousoaked, so much so that when my fingers fuck you all I hear is the wet slide of them in and out, drowning out the engine.”
His finger curled, the tip of it slipping inside of me, a filthy tease, and I shuddered.
“But first, we got work to do.”
My head came up to look at him over my shoulder so fast I almost got whiplash. “W-what?”
There was no way Josh was that cruel. He was going to tease me then send me packing so he could go back to harvesting? He hadn’t even eaten the lunch I’d packed him...
“Don’t worry,” Josh comforted, noticing as I tensed, prepared to argue. “I’m not done with you yet. But you wanted to help, didn't you? Best way to learn is with hands-on experience.”
His finger crooked, still barely inside me, and a groan escaped me. I gave my head a quick shake in hopes to clear it, trying to piece together the words he’d just said to me.
“What?” I repeated, dazed and not quite understanding.
He chuckled, his laughter rumbling through my back. “You finish the rest of this field, andyouget to finish, Dove. How’s that sound?”
My fingers tightened around the steering wheel as his finger sunk in deeper.
“Josh, I—I don’t think it’s safe to be operating the tractor w-while...”
“While my fingers are deep inside you?” he finished lewdly. “I’ll be right here, Dove. Nothing will go wrong, I promise. Do you remember what I told you to do?”
I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry with nerves as my body teemed with sexual tension.
Was Josh really going to do this while he…
Josh’s thumb gave a teasing brush over my clit, and I gasped.
“Come on, Dove.” His voice was a low coax in my ear, spurring me on. “Show me how well you listen to my instructions, and I’ll show you what a job well done gets you.”
I peered out through the windshield. There was still plenty to do, but most of it was a clear shot. I couldn’t do too much damage going in a straight line, could I?
His finger pumped into me once, twice. “What’s the first thing you do, Dove?”
My thoughts were scattered, and I frantically tried to collect them.
“Release the brake?” I guessed, knowing he’d likely engaged it when he came to a stop.
He agreed with a hum, and I leaned to release the lever, my hips shifting on his lap, causing his finger to move inside me. I ached for more, for him to fill me properly, but I reclined back, waiting for his next instruction.
“Now what?” I asked, not trusting my memory in my current state.
Josh continued to guide me through the steps until the tractor slowly began moving. He kept his feet on the pedals, mine unable to reach them in my position over his lap, so all I had to do was keep my hands on the wheel and my eyes open.
Easier said than done.
As the tractor moved onward, doing its job, desire and satisfaction coalesced into a weird sensation, one spreading through my chest warmly while the other left my lower half burning, yearning for more.
Josh rewarded me by adding another finger, two of them stretching me now, searching inside of me as he mouthed at the sensitive spot on my neck that heknewdrove me wild. I moaned in response, eyes fluttering shut before I caught myself and forced them open again. The tractor moving across the terrain added a slight movement to the seat, although it was made to absorb the motion so it wasn’t much. Just subtle enough to have me rocking in his lap.
Or maybe that was all me.
“Josh,” I panted, hands tightening around the steering wheel, resisting the urge to touch him.
