Page 27 of Cookout Carnage
But I also need to know something first. “Yes. But first, promise me this is real.”
She pulls the tractor over and puts it into park. Then turns around and straddles me. Her kiss tears into mine as we smash together. Holy God, this is good. My dick is not shy about remembering her. She’s so familiar and so incredibly different. This feels heavier than us just messing around. Five years ago, it was goodbye. Ten years ago, it was both of our first times. Now it seems we’re going to be using all the lost history to our advantage.
“I promise to always make you burgoo.”
I run my fingers into that hair, and she gasps as her lips curl. I get a whisper closer to her, “Marry me.”
“Now?”
“In like a day or two.”
“I have to check my calendar. I was going to get a pedicure.” I smirk. She says, “Also, you don’t have a great track record for follow-through in this area.” Her voice is gravely and sexy. She’s turned on.
“Ok, not now. I get that there are more important things to do first.” I slide my hands down her back and cup her ass, settling her directly on my dick. She grins, and I brush my lips slightly on hers. My body zings, just like Sabrina describes. Zing thing. It hums and aches for her, and the erection I’ve been commanding to go down is enjoying her ride. She moves into it, and I kiss her like it’s the first time. I’m all butterflies and roses building inside, ready to burst out. I want to do all the things for her. I pull back for one second.
She smiles. “Get me to a horizontal surface, or we’re going to get quite the ticket from the sheriff.” She flips back around, puts it into gear, and takes off, well, as fast as you can in a tractor.
I roam under her skirt. Her skin is warm from the sultry summer night and my touch. She’s giggling. Let’s see if I remember how to make her stop laughing. My hand pops to the top of her thong. She squirms a bit in my lap, so my other hand anchors her hip. “I need you ready for me. I need you wet and prepped to take me. Let’s just say this is the only foreplay you’re going to get this first time.”
She moans as I trace small circles on her belly above her waistband. My mouth doesn’t leave her neck, and when I’m done, I’m sure there will be a mark like the ones I used to leave in high school. I feel something lacy and smooth. She tries to swat me away.
I whisper in her ear, “Two hands on the wheel, please.” She grips at ten and two. “That’s a good girl.” Her skin erupts in goosebumps all over, and I grin. “When’s the last time you came on a tractor?”
She leans back and rests her head on my shoulder but keeps the vehicle moving towards my house. She bites her lip and says, “Yesterday.” I laugh and plunge my hand under her waistband and discover just how wet she is. I groan, and she scoots her pelvis back to give me better access. “Fuck, yes.”
“You need a little reminding that I command this body.”
11
JULIET
He’s clutching and caressing all of me, and I’m insanely close to coming from the tractor vibrations alone. Then he works his way down and crushes my clit with his palm as his long and thick finger finds its way lower. I groan and toss my head back onto his shoulder again.
“Eyes on the road, darling.” My whole body is tingly and shimmery as he circles different parts of me with his deft fingers. He’s always known how to get me there. And the fact that I’m driving and anyone can see us is fucking hot. My skirt is hiding what he’s actually doing. It’s filthy, and that makes me even hotter.
His voice is low and flows into all parts of me as he’s on my ear. “You wouldn’t want to cause a scene now, would you? Let me hear a small growl from you. I need it.”
Then he pushes inside me, curling into a really good spot. I gasp and moan, and he nips at my ear. The sharp tug of pain contrasting with all that’s going on below has me clawing at the steering wheel. The tractor is rumbling, and all of me is going to break apart soon. The tension is twisting and scratching at me. And I growl.
His voice is at my ear: “I hope someone sees us. So they can see how fucking beautiful you are when you come. It’s a memory I’ve held onto for five solid years. Make it reality. Come for me. Come on my hand.” And then there’s another finger joining the first, stretching me further. The pinch of pain subsides as his palm connects with my clit again.
“Oh, God. We’re going to crash.” The tractor swerves, and he grips the wheel.
“Only you are going to crash down on my hand. Come for me. Fucking come for me, my most beautiful sexy girl. Let me feel your pussy grab my fingers.” I toss my head back, and he begins steering as I spiral up and up. I’m coiled so tight, and I’m rocking my pelvis in rhythm with his fingers ducking in and out of me.
“Fuck. Jonathan. Jon. Jon. Jon. Fuck. I’ve missed you.” He moves faster, then I freeze and contract around him. My eyes are closed, and the tractor goes up on the sidewalk. I snap my head back as he tries to get his hand out of my pants. Mine are back on the wheel as we turn away from the storefront just in time. We laugh as we bump down off the sidewalk and back onto the road.
From behind us, we hear, “What in the hell are you doing, missy? Is that my vehicle? God damned Scooter.” It’s the barber, Scooter’s father, who didn’t want to fuss with no wedding.
I whisper, “I think he saw me come.” Jonathan pulls me closer and rests his chin on my shoulder, then we laugh as hard as I just came.
My adrenaline is off the charts—as boneless as I was in one moment, I’m all electric energy and completely focused on steering the tractor into the driveway of Tucker Farm.
“That was fucking awesome.” I turn around quickly to kiss him. He kisses me while still watching the road. We’re just in the drive when he’s up and yanking me off the farm vehicle. We’re barely in the house, and he’s lifting my dress over my head. My nipples are peaked, and he nips them through my bra. Then whips it off too.
“Here. I need you here. Fucking perfect. Jesus.” His hands are on them, lifting them up to his mouth one after the other as if making sure everyone is welcome at his house.
“You want to do this in the kitchen?”
