I dropped Lucille’s legs and spun her body around. “Hold on tight.” I shoved my dick back inside her, watching her orgasmdrip down her bare thighs as I thrusted hard. She continued to cry out, reeling in the euphoric wave as I fucked her from behind. Her grip along the stall door was so tight that as we rocked, so did the stall, making all sorts of sounds resembling morse code.
My body tightened and I felt my orgasm creeping up on me. I tried to fight it, but Lucille peeked back at me with those godforsaken eyes and that devious little smile. And I immediately lost it. “Fuck!” My cum shot all inside her body, filling her up as I kept pounding into her. “Oh fuck,” I whimpered. “Fuck.” Lucille moaned alongside me, and I refused to stop until my heart felt as if it might burst from my chest.
It took a few minutes for us to come down from the high. I was tempted to keep going, but I didn’t want to risk hurting Lucille. Not with her thigh.
I slapped her ass before pulling my dick from inside her, watching as our mixed wetness dripped down her legs and onto the barn floor. A smile branched along my face as I felt a sense of pride.
Lucille held the hem of her nightdress and stared down at her thighs. “Now what am I supposed to do?” she asked.
“Here.” I grabbed one of the clean towels from nearby and walked up to her. “Let me help you.” I fell to my knees and raised her leg, resting it on my good shoulder. She lifted her dress, and I used the towel to clean our mess. She watched me closely while I moved to the other leg and then ventured up to her center, gently wiping her body clean. “Better?”
She trembled at my touch and nodded silently. “What about you?” she asked sheepishly. I placed her foot back onto the barn floor and stood.
“What about me?”
Lucille took the towel and reached out, gripping me by the shaft. My jaw tightened at how good she felt. “You’re a mess too, you know?” She used the towel to clean me up as I watched.
“Is that so?” I grinned. “‘Cause I’m pretty sure most ofthis—” I snatched the towel and raised it up. “Isyourmess.” She scoffed and made a face. I tossed the towel aside and tucked my dick back into my jeans. “Come on.” I kissed her forehead. “Let’s have a smoke.”
Lucille let me take her hand. I pulled her away from the stall and handed her my jacket, tossing my t-shirt over my shoulder. We walked out into the corral and lit our cigarettes, leaning against the railing as we smoked.
I couldn’t help but watch Lucille, standing there in my jacket and hat. The moonlight shone down on her, wrapping her body in a midnight glow, enhancing her beauty. My heart nearly stopped as I stared at her.
Fuck…she’s got no idea how divine she is. Like a slice of fucking heaven sent here to tempt me. And if things keep going this way, I’m going straight to hell.
“Hey, Forsythe?” Her head turned to face me. “What’s the tattoo on your back mean?” Her eyes met mine and she waited for me to answer.
I hesitated. “It’s a long story.”
One I’m not sure you want to hear.
She didn’t seem to like my answer. “Who’s hiding now?” I smiled at her remark, and she didn’t press the question. “What about the scar on your shoulder?”
My whole body seized up. “You saw that, did you?” She nodded.
Fuck.
“What about it?” I blew a mouthful of smoke out into the night.
Lucille lifted the hem of her nightdress and looked at her scarred thigh. “It reminds me of mine.” The color drained from my face. “When did you get it?”
I forced my eyes away and stared ahead. “Just before you got yours.” I paused. “It’s?—”
“Hello?” We both froze as we heard a voice from inside the barn.
Lucille dropped her cigarette and covered her mouth. She stared at me with wide, fearful eyes. “What do we do?” she whispered. I raised my finger over my mouth, motioning for her to keep quiet. She nodded as I quickly put my shirt back on.
“Hello?” I recognized the voice. “Forsythe? Is that you?”
Lucille began to panic, making all sorts of faint noises and whispers. It humored me to see her so nervous. “Shhh.” I stepped in front of her and covered her mouth. “Trust me.” I then looked back in the direction of the barn. “That you, Torchy?”
“Yeah. Whatcha doing down here so late?”
I smiled, glancing back at Lucille. “Just some unfinished business.” She stomped on my foot in a fit of annoyance, making me grunt.
“You okay?” Torchy asked.
“I’m fine!” I shot Lucille a glance. “Say, whatcha doing out here?”
