Walker
Ichuckle darkly as I pull Tally into the shed. It’s only been a day since she laid down her rules about sneaking around, and already I’ve had her behind the house while Rosie and her sister called for her to bring out more pastries.
Just now, though, she stuck out her tongue at me because I winked at her across the festival.
No winking. That’s another one of her ridiculous rules. Apparently, when I violate her rules, she turns into a brat, which only makes me want her more.
“On your knees, and don’t you dare make a fucking sound,” I say, my hand covering her mouth to keep her quiet. Day two of the festival is in full swing, and it’s possibly even busier than yesterday. All of our hard work during the last few months has been worth it, considering the footfall we’ve experienced the past two days, but damn if I can’t claw back some quality time with my girl. Tally will be pissed if we’re caught this quickly, though. And she’s not wrong: The sneaking around is fun, and I haven’t had fun in—fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever had this kind of fun.
Last night, Tally, Rosie, Penny, and Gail all stayed up late, baking in the kitchen. They were laughing into the early morning hours, and as damn tired as I was because I’d barely slept the night before, I couldn’t fall asleep. I liked hearing Tally’s happiness drift up the stairs.
Today she’s been walking around in another of her floral dresses, those pink cowboy boots that have become my obsession on her feet, delivering drinks to people sitting on the Adirondack chairs out in the wildflower field. We’ve got a guitarist strumming The Lumineers’s “Flowers in Your Hair,” which is only enhanced by the harmonious chorus of chirping birds that keep sweeping in to grab crumbs from Tally’s raspberry and lemon scones. Those are one of the new additions from last night’s baking festivities. The daffodils seem even brighter today, too—maybe jealous of all the attention the wildflower meadow has been getting. Or maybe it’s me. The world is all vibrant hues and melodious tunes since Tally became mine. Hell, even the mountains are abloom with rhododendrons. The crimsons, whites, and pinks are an explosion of color behind the dazzling harbor, where boats sway in a dance that seems choreographed to go with the music.
Tally had quite the idea to set up the Adirondack chairs in that meadow. With that view, no one will ever want to leave.
And if these cottages work out, maybe they’ll mean more regular visitors.
“Well, you brought me in here, Cowboy. Do you plan on doing something?” She teases now because I’ve lost my damn words with the way she just settled on the floor so compliantly.
She’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, with her gauzy green dress fanning around her and the bottoms of her cowboy boots upright as she stares at me from her knees.
I grip her jaw and tilt her face up, stroking the smooth skin beneath her chin. “Undo my belt, Wildflower. Show me what a good girl you can be.”
Her head falls back in pleasure as she reaches for my belt. Then, like the obedient thing she’s pretending to be, she tilts her eyes to me, waiting for instruction.
“Zipper.”
She hums as she pops the button of my jeans and then tugs down the zipper.
“Now take my cock out.”
My heart is pounding as I watch her lick her lips and then reach up and pull my hard cock through the opening in my boxers.
“Tongue out, just like you did before when you were being a brat.”
Her lips twitch as she tries to fight a smile. Then she slides out her tongue and I step closer, rolling my hard cock across her glistening tongue.
“Now I’m going to fuck this mouth, Tally, and no matter how badly you want to, you aren’t going to touch me or yourself. Understood?” Her eyes widen, but she settles her palms flat on her knees and opens her mouth wider, waiting.
Fuck, my dick swells and I know I’m in trouble. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I grip her jaw and hold her in place while I slide inside her mouth.
“Pinch my thigh if it’s too much,” I warn right before I thrust deep into her throat. She gags, and blood rushes to my ears. “Fuck, I love that sound, Tally. Do it again,” I tell her right before I hit the back of her throat. She splutters around me and her eyes water, but she doesn’t lift her hand to stop me. No, she just hollows her cheeks and stares up at me, taking it all.
The feel of her mouth, the way she’s staring at me, it’s all so fucking good. I push down her dress and bra to play withher tits. She moans around my cock and pushes her chest up, loving having her nipples tugged.
“You’re being such a good girl, and you know what good girls get?” She hums around my cock, not stopping, but her golden eyes raise to mine and she watches me as she sucks harder.
“Good girls get fucked.” I hold a hand down to help her up and she sighs out a “Thank God.”
I chuckle. “Knees hurt?”
“No, but my pussy is throbbing. I need you.”
This girl.
I spin her to face the wall and push her hair over to one shoulder, pressing a kiss right behind her ear. “Can’t have that now, can we?”
“Please, Walker, quick,” she begs.
