Page 61 of Beneath the Midnight Sky
I started dialing Aspen, and she picked up after two rings, her voice clearly breathless.
“Hey, cowboy, I thought you were busy,” she said with a soft giggle.
“Are you trying to kill me, little angel?” I asked quietly so the people walking past wouldn’t hear how gravely and frustrated my voice sounded.
She laughed, but it was that breathy laugh she only gave me when she was soaked and riding my cock. “Never. I just wanted you to know I was getting myself nice and prepared for you, Rowan. I just wanted to ensure you could come home and enjoy your treat.”
“Fuckkk, Aspen. Give me a damn minute.”
“Where are you off to now?” she asked.
“Trying to make it back to the truck where I’ll hopefully have a small amount of privacy to fix my raging boner right now, don’t stop what you’re doing. Talk me through it until I can watch again,” I said, my tone more commanding than I meant for it to be, but fuck me, I didn’t care. Oliver and I drove together with a trailer for the two horses we had to take back tonight. We had a ranch hand drive the trailer for our few bulls here. But that meant I couldn’t just leave him here or the animals. I had to wait until we were finished before I could be home with her—which she knew, the little vixen.
“Oh, Ro baby, you sound so frustrated right now, but I’ll oblige you for now. I’m naked on the couch, one leg thrown over the back of the couch, so my legs are nice and wide, my pussy bared for your viewing pleasure,” she let out a quiet moan.
“Yeah, I saw little angel. It’s quite the view,” I growled as the truck finally came into view. I unlocked the driver's side doorand climbed inside. Quickly putting Aspen on speaker phone, I pulled back up the video feed, watching her. “What are you doing now, Aspen?” I asked.
She let out a louder moan, as if just my voice was enough for her to get off on. “Running my fingers through the mess between my thighs, cowboy, wishing it was your mouth. What are you doing?” she asked. I could tell from the camera that her eyes were closed as she held the phone with one hand to her ear, and the other hand was slowly running circles over her clit.
I unbuckled my jeans and pushed them and my boxers down enough to pull myself out. “What would you like me to do, little angel? This seems to be your show, honestly,” I said as I stared down at my cock. A ringing started on my phone, and I realized she was video calling me. I answered without hesitation.
“Have you touched yourself yet, cowboy?” she asked, her voice husky with clear desire. I shook my head as I stared at her beautiful face. This was much better than the cameras at the house. No lag time, and it was much closer to her. I’d have to think of a solution for that, or just never be away from her again. “Good. Spit in your hand and get your cock nice and wet for me. You’re not allowed out of that truck until I see you come.”
Normally, taking orders was not my cup of tea, but how could I possibly deny her when she was demanding so sweetly? I spit in my hand, never breaking eye contact with her, and slowly ran my hand up and down my shaft. “Fuck, Aspen,” I groaned.
“That’s right, cowboy,” she said as she bit her bottom lip. I set the camera in the phone holder I had attached to the windshield so she could see my face and cock, since I knew that’s what she wanted. “Oh, how you spoil me, Rowan.”
“I want to see you, little angel,” I growled as I lazily stroked.
She smirked and sat up on the couch, setting her phone against something on the coffee table, and then she leaned back, her feet planted on the floor, thighs wide so I could see all of her.
“A goddamn vision, Aspen.”
“Show me what I want to see, Rowan, please,” she whimpered as she ran her fingers through her folds and sank two into her wet cunt.
I started stroking my cock, watching her, and found myself groaning. I’d never been one to make a ton of noise during sex; it was more of a get in and get out, with a ton of other shit on my mind. But with this woman? I couldn’t seem to help myself. Especially once I noticed my noises and my words got her off even harder.
“Add another finger, angel.” I watched as she slid in her ring finger, and I stroked myself harder at the sight. “Thumb to your clit, Aspen, I want to see your sweet little pussy squeezing those fingers when I come,” I said.
Her thumb slowly started circling her clit, and I watched her eyes look down at the camera. The harder I stroked myself, the faster her thumb moved, and before I could give her any more direction, we were both coming apart to the sounds of each other. I sat in my truck for a moment, trying to catch my breath and watching her chest rise and fall, before I grabbed a napkin from the glove box and wiped myself off.
I looked up at my phone to find her smiling at me. “What?” I asked, finding myself smiling back at her.
“Thank you, cowboy,” she said. She laid down on the couch again and took the phone with her. “How much longer until you’re back here with me?”
“Another couple of hours. I’ll be back before the sun goes down. We only have one more of our bulls being ridden, and the horses are done for the day.”
She nodded. “Good. Chinese for dinner?”
“I’ll grab it on my way home, beautiful.” I was still smiling as we chatted for a few more minutes, and I told her I’d see her soon. The smile didn’t leave my face the entirety of the afternoonas I caught up with Oliver and watched the rest of the rides. And when I got home, Chinese food in hand, the smile stayed.
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“You can takemy truck to work today, and I’ll ride my bike over to Oliver’s. We have to work a bit late this afternoon, getting the bulls ready for the rodeo in town tomorrow. It’s the last one of the season,” Rowan said as he pressed a kiss against my forehead, my nose, and then my lips. That was one of his favorite things to do. He’d say I could always use the extra affection since it took him twenty-six years of life to find me.
