3 comments/ 21996 views/ 5 favorites Deep in the Heart of Texas By: CocoPhoenix13 It was ironic that I was watching "He's Just Not That Into You" when he called. It had become a Valentine's Day tradition: watch a sappy chick flick, cook myself a nice dinner, and try not to dwell too thoroughly on the fact that it was my 30th Valentine's Day without a boyfriend. This year, I'd chosen my movie based on my New Year's Eve festivities. I'd had an amazing night with Nathan, a night that had been over a year in coming, and I still wanted to get to know him, but his interest had stopped. I'd wasted countless texts asking him to hang out, but despite saying he wanted to be friends, nothing else ever happened. So I stopped. I dreamed, I wrote, but I didn't talk to him. Watching the movie only added an extra dose of reality: he was only into me when he was drinking. But Thursday night, my phone rang, which in itself was strange; we always communicated by text. I picked it up, my heart thumping, scared he'd pocket-dialed. But he greeted me happily and asked if I wanted to go get dinner. I wanted to ask him if he realized what day it was, but I wanted a date more, even if was simply dinner with a friend. So I told him I'd be ready in twenty minutes, gave him my address, and jumped in the shower. I soaped up with a cupcake-scented body wash, toweled off, and applied a sweet, lickable body powder. Never hurt to be prepared. It was an easy choice to slip into the shortest skirt I owned, completed with black tights, leather boots, and a loose pink sweater. I was an expert at applying make-up quickly and was just letting my hair down when he knocked at my door. I flipped over at the waist, sprayed a spritz of perfume in my hair, and shook some body into my locks, then I opened my door. He looked nice and he smelled amazing; maybe he did realize the date. I was a little disappointed that he wasn't carrying a rose, but beggars couldn't be choosers. I hugged him hello, grabbed my purse, and followed him back downstairs. Every neuron in my body was firing and it was all I could do not to reach out and stroke his spine. Jeez, this guy had power over me. I was quiet in the car; I didn't know what was happening. I had a hundred questions, none of which would come out. Nathan was acting as casual as could be, as if this was something we did all the time, as if I hadn't gone almost a month without hearing anything from him. In a way, it almost seemed true. I'd spent enough time dreaming about him that it was hard to believe it had really been that long. But my hands started trembling, a natural reaction to built-up sexual tension. When he pulled into a parking spot in front of the Melting Pot, every muscle in my lower abdomen clenched and I wondered if someone had managed to tell him my fantasies. Inside, he requested a quiet table (like there was anything else in this restaurant), and before the hostess led us away, I grabbed his wrist. "What are you doing?" I asked, maybe a little more harshly than I'd intended. This had stopped being funny. He shrugged. "Making up for lost time?" he said. "Happy Valentine's Day." I smiled, but I was ridiculously confused still. This from a man who told me countless times he didn't want a relationship; this from a man who rebuffed any and all sexual advances I made (except on New Year's Eve), despite my assurances that all I wanted was to be friends with benefits. With the thought of New Year's Eve at the forefront of my brain, I followed Nathan and the hostess to a secluded table for two. I was relentlessly nibbling on my lip and my eyes felt wide enough to pop out of my head. I was so turned on I thought I might burst, and without even thinking about it, I decided to play that angle. Whatever intentions he had, I wasn't going to assume he suddenly wanted a relationship. I wanted to fuck him, and that would never change. When the waiter asked for our drink order, Nathan ordered a beer and smiled at me, waiting. "I don't have to be drunk to want you, Nate," I said softly. I put my hand on his leg and looked at our waiter. "Just water for me, thanks," I said. The look on his face led me to believe he'd heard my aside, and that just added fuel to my fire. When he walked away, I slid my hand a little higher and got the nerve to look at Nathan's face. He had a funny little half smile on, which I took as a good sign. Swallowing heavily, I stroked his leg slowly, up, down, up, down, climbing higher with each stroke. I noticed the instant his breathing changed and that time let my hand linger right where his thigh met his dick. He was already hard, and touching that lump made my own breath come fast. My mouth went dry and I turned my hand over, letting my knuckles graze over his tight zipper. I leaned closer to kiss his ear just as the waiter returned. I retreated, but only slightly, and our waiter smirked and quickly delivered our drinks. I wondered briefly if this was a common occurrence in this place, and then resumed my exploration. Nathan's neck was a place I'd come to fantasize about. Few guys responded the way he did when I kissed them there. I smiled against his skin when he drew in a sharp breath, and while I yearned for him to touch me in return, I was thrilled that his hands stayed primly on the table, one gripping his beer. I licked the skin under his ear, which I also knew was sensitive. I nibbled his earlobe, traced the rim with my tongue, and bent once more to his neck. I nuzzled him and massaged his cock until I thought he'd explode right there at the table. And then I relented. I scooted over in the booth, and just in time. Our waited returned to take our order, and I rattled it off without asking Nate, who seemed incapable of speaking anyway. When he'd left again, I looked down at the menu. "I hope that's okay," I said coyly. "You think I fucking care?" he asked, his voice husky. This time he slid closer. I was already so wet that my panties were sticking to me, but when his hand slid underneath my skirt, my pussy throbbed like it had a heart of its own. I instantly slid my hips forward, that warm, moist spot all but trying to swallow his hand. His fingers pushed at my mound through my tights and I involuntarily moaned. I looked at him, my eyes locking with his, and we both smiled. I was out of breath in less than 30 seconds. With his other hand, he pushed my skirt up around my hips. I straightened my legs completely and leaned my head against the back of the booth. He took the move as an invitation and started working my neck. "Fuuuuuck," I moaned quietly. It was my favorite spot. After such an amazing first 15 minutes, it proved nearly impossible to make it through the two-hour dinner. It may have taken longer than normal considering we both only used one hand. With his left, he had me nearly creaming every five minutes or so, but then he'd retreat. I picked up where he'd left off, and we traded like that through our meal. By the time we'd paid the bill, we were both so hot it was a wonder we could make it outside. But make it we did, and I dragged him around a corner of the building and pushed him against the wall. I kissed him until we couldn't breathe, my tongue tangling with his in the sexiest dance. Someone whistled in the distance, and a rush went through me. My hands went to his belt and his hands went to my wrists. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Are you fucking kidding?" I replied. I resumed kissing him, alternating delicious bites of his jaw line with long laps of his lips. He tasted like the chocolate we'd only just finished with a hint of cigarette smoke. I buried my face in his neck, recalling the scent of him on New Year's Eve, of wood smoke and cigarettes, which had once repelled me but now turned me on. Leaning against him, I continued opening his belt. When it hung open, I unbuttoned his jeans and slowly, so slowly, pulled his zipper down. I kept my eyes purposely trained on his face, every so often kissing something, an eye, his nose, a cheekbone. I was careful over his bulge, and felt him spring free of the zipper. I finally looked down to see his boxers had hearts on them, and one was standing at particular attention. I giggled and bit the inside of my cheek. I slipped my fingers inside the waistband of his underwear and tickled his abdomen. His groan escaped instantly and he arched his back against the brick. I looked quickly over my shoulder, half hoping, half fearing that we'd have an audience. But the parking lot back here was deserted and the thrill of being caught was too good to ignore. I didn't spare a second thought for my tights before kneeling on the asphalt. A sound that could have been words came from Nathan's throat as I pulled his boxers apart at the fly, setting him free entirely. I looked up just to check that this was still okay, and when he smiled at me, I set my mouth to his cock. His "fuck!" was loud and reflexive and I grinned around his erection. I licked the tip slowly, running my tongue ring along the ridge, thrilling as his body jerked in response. I tasted every inch, taking him deep into my mouth and slowly drawing him out, sucking deeply. His hands went to my head, but he didn't push, he simply dug his fingers into my curls. I raised my eyes to see him looking down at me in complete rapture, and I smiled again, lightly tracing his shaft with my teeth, glorying in the small noises he made. I felt his body tense after a few minutes, and I stopped, craning my neck to look at his face. His head was bent backward now, and when I stopped, his hands gripped me closer. "No way," I said, grabbing his wrists and removing his hands. "Not so fast." It may not have been the nicest thing to do, but I wasn't nearly finished with him yet. I stood up, took his boner in my hand, and squeezed lightly, receiving a loud, animal-like noise from Nathan. "Can you bear it?" I whispered in his ear. Then I bit his earlobe, and it was all the invitation he needed to abruptly switch places with me. His pants still hanging open, he ground his hips into mine, gently shoving his knee between mine and successfully opening my legs. My skirt traveled north and his adept hands caressed my pussy through my tights and then climbed higher, pulling the waistband down until the two articles were separated. I thought I heard another whistle and my eyes flew open, but there was no one there. My adrenaline surged as Nathan's hands delved into my panties. I was smooth and soft and the sensation was out-of-this-world. It must have been awkward for him, working me with the tights doing their best to cling to me, but he did well, and soon I was writhing against the wall. "Not yet," I pleaded. "Not here." Slowly, he stopped, and it took me a minute to catch my breath. I straightened my tights and pulled down my skirt, and as I was reaching for his boxers, I caught sight of the couple strolling a few yards away from us. I pulled Nathan close, quickly tucking his dick back into his underwear and then pulling his hips into mine and kissing him again. This time the whistle wasn't imagined, and I smiled at the couple over Nathan's shoulder. "Happy Valentine's Day," I managed to say. "Indeed!" the guy called back, and as I watched, he put his hand on his girl's ass, drawing her nearer. When they'd gone, Nathan and I both burst into laughter, exhilarated and beyond horny. I finished closing him up and reached around to hug him. "Let's go," I whispered as close to his ear as I could, breathing the words out on a rush of warm air. I was pleased when he shivered. He led me back to his truck and opened the door for me. "Where to?" he asked before closing the door. When he hopped in his side, I replied with a surprising answer. "Target," I said. He lifted one eyebrow, but he obliged me. Despite wanting to fuck him in a dressing room, I requested he stay behind as I ran inside to make my purchases. As I hoped, he was smoking when I returned. He threw the butt aside as I slung the huge bags into the bed of his truck and I inhaled his scent, wanting to lick him. "Somewhere secluded," was all I managed to get out that time. His smile told me he knew exactly where to go, and thankfully the drive wasn't a long one. He'd arrived at a body of water, whether lake, pond, or ocean, I had no clue, but the location was perfect. I got out and drew a cheap comforter out of one bag and three fluffy pillows out of another. The smaller bag contained the fun stuff, and without discussion, I spread the blanket out in the bed of his truck, threw the pillows in, and climbed up myself. For a minute, he just stood there, his arms folded along the side of his truck, his chin resting on his arms. I felt like I could read his mind, and I smiled at him. "I haven't changed my mind," I said. "And I'm a big girl." Even as I said it, my heart thumped. Yes, I wanted him, and yes, for now I simply wanted to be friends with benefits, but how long could that term apply if we weren't even really friends? How fair was it that I thought about him so much for weeks after every encounter we had, and that just when I started getting used to not having him around, I'd see him at a party or he'd bloody well call me on Valentine's Day and take me out to a romantic dinner? What was his game if not to be fuck buddies or date me? And they say women were crazy! But my libido knew not of my turmoil. All I knew was that I loved kissing him more than I'd loved fucking any other guy, and fucking him had been more fun than all those guys put together. At this juncture in my life, my need for sex was greater than my need for a relationship, and I wanted to do him all the time if he'd let me. Tonight he was letting me. So I said what he needed to hear in order to climb into the truck with me. And for the time being, it was the God's honest truth. When he was next to me, I began stripping as slowly as I could. My pink sweater came over my head and I trailed my fingers along the swell of my breasts, over the lace of my bra. I alternated watching between his legs and his face, butterflies cropping up as his dick got hard again. He reached for his jeans and I abruptly stopped my dance to stall his hands. "Let me," I said. I straddled his knees and put his hands where mine had just left off. He took up massaging my breasts as I opened his pants again, and his arms circled my back as he expertly flicked open my bra. I leaned forward, positioning my left breast right near his mouth. He took the bait and licked my nipple, sucking deeply until my panties flooded. I ground my hips into his cock and received a moan of pleasure that vibrated my nipple. Unable to take much more, I leaned back until my head was resting on his feet. Thankfully his hand dove between my legs and those amazing fingers dug right under my waistband. I bucked at his touch and rolled off his legs so I could slip out of the skirt and tights. At the same time, I shimmied his jeans down and he eagerly kicked out of them until the only clothing that remained was his heart-printed boxers. I happily massaged his cock through the underwear until he was writhing against the truck bed, and then I pulled those off too. I got back on top of him and kissed him playfully, pulling back and nipping at the air, making him reach for me. I worked my way down his body, licking, kissing, and biting his sensitive skin, until I came to rest at his prick. Once more I licked him like a lollipop. This time he couldn't wait, and he exploded in my mouth. I was surprised at his sweetness; he'd been smokier on New Year's. I lapped him up and covertly wiped my mouth as he shuddered, feeling so happy I could barely take it. He didn't go instantly soft, and since I was nowhere near through, I continued my lip play, kissing back up his body until I got to his mouth. I loved that he would still let me kiss him despite what had just happened. He almost seemed to enjoy it. After another minute, I rolled off him and laid next to him, letting him catch his breath. My mind was alert and hopeful, but I didn't know how to ask for what I wanted. "You're so sexy," he whispered, his face turned into my neck. I slid my arm underneath him, letting him cuddle as close as he could. It was his turn to kiss me, and kiss me he did, deeply and thoroughly and earth-shatteringly. His lips traveled south, and I mentally crossed my fingers, scooting further down in the truck until I was completely prone. The closer he got to my belly button, the further I opened my legs, and I was grateful when his fingers found that sweet spot, but I wanted more. My chin tilted at a 90 degree angle and I was moaning loud enough for the fish to hear me. I felt his lips kiss my belly and once more even closer, and I breathed, "Please." It was a new sensation, his tongue on my clit. We'd only gotten this far the one time, and he hadn't neared my pussy with his mouth. This time though, he teased and tortured me with the same treatment I'd given him. His fingers deep inside me, he brought me to a climax so heavy I wondered if the truck would collapse. I couldn't catch my breath for a full minute, and he looked so inordinately pleased with himself when his face came back up to mine that I had to laugh. We spent the next few hours curled up inside the blanket, talking about nothing, recovering from our various orgasms. Well after midnight, I was ready for round two (or was it round five?). I located the last Target bag and extracted the lube and a box of Trojans. A small amount of lube went into my hand, and I gently rubbed him over. He grew hard after a few long, delicious strokes, and I opened a condom package. Trying to be sexy, I went to roll it on with my mouth and it stuck about halfway down. Giggling, I slipped and slid over his dick, having no luck whatsoever. "I'm great at this," I said. He took my hand and discarded the first condom. "It's okay," he said. He looked straight in my eyes. "Remember New Year's?" I flushed so deeply it was a wonder I didn't glow in the dark. "Yes," I whispered, wondering how he could even ask that. Neither of us had been prepared for what happened that night, and he'd slipped effortlessly inside me, the only time I'd ever done it without a condom. My body convulsed at the memory, his cock such a perfect fit for me. It was like the three bears: Ryan had been too long, Jeremy too thick. Both men had been a little painful and not too much fun, but Nathan... Nathan was perfect. And with that thought, I spread my legs without opening another condom. He positioned himself between them and asked again if I was sure. I looked into his eyes and nodded, and he slid inside me, slowly, deliciously, and pumped in, building steam gracefully. I rose to meet him and we got a rhythm going until we were rocking the truck and both making uninhibited noises. At Halloween, before we'd fucked, we'd been reserved with the noises because we'd been standing in a hallway outside two occupied guest rooms. New Year's had taken place in our friend's living room, again with a bunch of people under the same roof. This time there was no one to hear, and we brought the house down. The kid knew where to hit me, and it wasn't long before I came, him shortly after. He blew his load all over my stomach this time, and when he was finished, he collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms tighter around him and he hid his face in my neck. "What is it with us and holidays?" I whispered. "I don't know," he replied. "But President's Day is next week." Deep in the Heart of Texas Ch. 02 I always loved going out with my girlfriends. There's always a good anticipation, that question about who you'd meet. That particular night, it was just me and Wendy. I'd gotten new skinny jeans with perfectly placed rips in them that would fit beautifully into my boots and a really cute red and black striped shirt. I spent the afternoon pampering myself. I was in such a good mood. Five minutes before I wanted to walk out the door, I piled my very curly hair into a ponytail at the crown of my head, sprayed perfume through my locks and on my neck, and applied glittery pink lip gloss to my mouth. As I stared in the mirror through darkly lined eyes, I shivered. It was going to be a great night. I pulled into Wendy's driveway and immediately my mood soared higher. Memories of Valentine's Day flooded my head and as I walked to her door, I ran my hand along the body of Nathan's blue truck. Adrenaline pumped through my body as I knocked and then let myself in. Wendy was on the couch and the boys were nowhere to be seen. An odd mixture of relief and disappointment coursed through my veins as Wendy stood up and slipped into her boots. "What are the guys up to?" I asked on the way out the door. Again I stroked Nate's truck, wishing it was the man himself. "They went to some bar in Fort Worth," she answered carelessly. "Where are we going?" "Pete's?" I suggested. "Done. I'll drive." My stomach knotted at the thought of Nathan getting home before us; would he react to seeing my car at all? Of course he wouldn't, I reasoned. If he'd thought about me half as much as I thought about him, I would have heard from him over the past few weeks. The drive to Addison wasn't short, and we jammed to Bruno Mars the entire way. When we were about to exit, my phone rang. Another girlfriend of mine was at a bar a bit past Pete's and wanted us to come meet her. Wendy was up for anything, and she followed my directions to McFadden's. The scene was incredible, but miraculously we found a parking spot at the front of the lot. Amanda and her boyfriend Steven were waiting for us on the front porch, and we pushed our way through a huge crowd to get to them. I couldn't help checking out the guys as we waited at the bar. There were a bunch of gorgeous choices, but it seemed each time I saw someone who interested me, they put their arm around a girl. Or, on occasion, around another guy. We got our drinks and Amanda led us to a dartboard. Wendy and I watched Amanda and Steven play the first round. As I sipped my drink, I surveyed the room. And that's when I caught sight of Brandon. I was surprised to see him; last I'd known, he was working security at Sherlock's. But nonetheless, there he was, looking just as hot as he'd done at Sherlock's. He cut his eyes at me once, and the shock I saw only lasted a split second before recognition dawned and he smiled. That's all it had even been about with us: flirting, eye contact, coy smirks. I hadn't even ever spoken to him. At first I thought, that will change tonight. But then I thought maybe it would be more fun to continue our silent relationship. I bit my lower lip and tried not to smile. I looked up again and once more he flicked his eyes to me. They were always so short, those sizzling glances, but they made my nerves light up. When it was my turn at darts, I threw three precise shots, landing a bulls-eye twice. I grinned triumphantly, and when I turned to look if Brandon had seen, he wasn't there anymore. My breath came short for a second. A waitress delivered our next round, and we continued playing darts for well over an hour. Amanda kept me well-supplied with drinks, and eventually my bladder couldn't take it anymore. Wendy and I went in search of a bathroom, and I felt Brandon rather than saw him. Without looking at him, I put my hand out as we passed him. His palm grazed mine and it felt like I'd been electrocuted. The rest of the night, I couldn't stop searching him out. I definitely didn't want to talk to him; the fear that he wouldn't live up to the fantasy was too real. But I didn't want to take my eyes off him. I watched him break up a fight and intense passion heated my entire body. The warm glow of alcohol combined with unbridled sexual chemistry had me ready to kiss him as we walked out the door. Whether it was a good thing or a bad one, he was nowhere to be found at that last minute. I was wound tightly and extremely hyper on the drive home. Wendy, who didn't drink when she was driving, put on a mix of dance songs, and we bounced in our seats the entire twenty minutes home. The house was dark when we got back, but neither of us was ready to call it a night. We put on music, made ourselves new drinks, and played pool while we danced. I was flying so high, I didn't know how I'd ever come down. I wanted Nathan to come back so badly, I physically ached. When the door finally opened, it was nearing four. I stayed back from the stairs while Wendy spoke to her husband, my fingers mentally crossed that Nathan had come inside with him and not just gone home. But I only heard Dave's voice. Hoping, I continued to shoot the balls and dance, spinning, tossing my ponytail, pretending to be nonchalant until both guys came upstairs. All Nathan did was smile at me. Two can play, I thought coyly, and went back to my game. "Doubles!" Dave said loudly. "Wendy, you're with Nate." I smiled and gave Dave a high-five. "We got this," I said happily. The game was uneven: Dave was heads and tails better than all of us, but I made up for it by being heads and tails worse than everyone. I was concentrating on riling Nathan up. When he took a shot, I stood just in his line of sight, a hand on a hip or eyelashes lowered seductively. Wendy and I continued to dance, neither of us really paying much attention to the game. Wendy was working as hard to get her husband's attention as I was at getting Nate's. The only difference was, whether Dave was looking at her or not, he made the shot. When she flashed him, he smiled at her as two stripes fell into opposite pockets. "You just make me better," he said. I laughed. After we'd won three games in a row, Dave decided to call it a night. He disappeared into his bedroom and Wendy sat down on a window seat. "This was fun," she said. "I guess I'll go to bed too. Are you gonna spend the night or go home?" she asked me. I looked at Nathan, who was still shooting at the balls. He didn't react to her question, so I simply shrugged. "I'm good either way," I assured her. So she followed her husband into their bedroom and shut the door. I sat where she'd just abandoned and watched Nathan shoot. I crossed my legs and propped my chin in my hands, my elbows on my knees, biting my lip in an effort not to smile. It was easy to talk big; being presented with the opportunity to make the first move was much harder. As sure as I was that he was attracted to me, there was still the girlie side of me that wanted the affirmation. Finally I got up and grabbed a stick. "Game?" I asked. "Rack 'em," he said. I did, quickly, and then easily broke the balls. I was ecstatic when the purple solid landed in a corner pocket, and I took my next shot gleefully. I knocked in a yellow ball followed quickly by the white. Nathan retrieved the ball and lined up his own shot. I touched him gently on the small of his back, whisper-softly, but it did the trick, and he overshot the white ball entirely. He straightened and looked at me, shook his head, and gestured toward the table. I smirked and sized up my options. When I felt him approach me, I steeled myself, resolved not to let him mess me up. But when I felt like this, there wasn't much I wouldn't do for this guy. When he took the pool stick from me, I knew I was in for an adventure. Nervous and excited, I glanced across the room. The bedroom door was shut tight, but who knew if they were asleep? Of course that factor made it a bit more interesting, and I leaned over the table with butterflies in my stomach. My jeans pulled across my ass as I pretended to size up a shot... although stick-less, all I could do was eye the balls. When I felt him come up behind me again, I lifted my arms in a mock-shoot. He positioned his body perfectly behind mine, leaned over me, and shot the balls exactly where I'd lined up. Two balls clicked soundly into the pockets and I giggled and straightened my back. The pool stick made no noise as he dropped it to the carpet, and he placed his hands on either side of me, not letting me turn around. My mouth went dry as I felt his own stick pushing into my ass. My panties were immediately wet and I leaned over again slightly, allowing his hips to grind into mine. It had been too long, and it was all I could do to not push him to the floor and fuck him right there. But this slow torture he'd started was too good. Neither of us made a move to remove any clothing; we simply rubbed against each other silently. It was a thrill, doing this with our friends so close. I briefly wondered if they were perhaps doing their own dance behind their closed door. But as he ground into me particularly forcefully, every other thought flew out of my brain and I dropped to my elbows on the table. Bent at nearly ninety degrees, my knees were shaking and my heart was pounding and I wanted him to fuck me like that. I'd never been entered from behind, and there was something so erotic about that. Not being able to see his face, not being able to pre-judge what he'd do... it was incredibly hot. He put his hands on my hips to draw me further back into him and I used the opportunity to stand up and spin around. I leaned against the table and put my hands on his ass. I straddled him, my legs completely wrapped around his thighs, and pulled him tightly against me. When his crotch was flush with mine, I kissed him, wildly, hungrily. He tasted like salt and cigarettes. His passion matched mine, and soon I was laying back on the table and he'd literally climbed on top of me. He was kneeling over my hips, kissing me just as hungrily as I'd kissed him, and I reached for his dick, suddenly wanting nothing as badly as I wanted to feel him inside me. But he had other ideas, and he bucked when I tried to undo his jeans. I smiled against his mouth and again thought, I'll play with you. Tonight was about games, and it was an enticing idea. Instead of going for his cock again, I let my fingers linger over my breasts. I traced the pattern of my shirt, back and forth across the stripes and across my torso. Red, black, red, black. When I came to the bottom, I slowly inched the hem up and teased my tummy, circling my belly button. Nathan had stopped kissing me and was watching my finger play with open interest. "Where do you want me to go?" I whispered, hands at my waistband. When he didn't answer, only flicked his eyes up to mine and smirked, I eased my fingers between the denim and my skin. He shifted his hips to let me have easier access, but I retreated. Instead I pulled my shirt up a little further. "Here?" I asked. I stroked my sternum with my thumb. I watched his Adam's apple bob and I pressed my lips together in pleasure. "Or here?" I massaged one breast with my open palm, pulling my bra down a little and then letting it fall back into place. As I'd hoped, mere seconds after I began my sensual stroking, he dipped his mouth to my chest. The material of my bra was wet instantly, and his tongue and teeth hardened my nipples. Heat flooded my body and I arched my back, holding back the groan that threatened to erupt from me. "Fuuuuck," I moaned instead, a word exhaled on a breath. "Don't worry," Nathan whispered into my breasts. "We'll get there." I felt him growing harder and harder between my legs. Keeping our clothes on heightened the sensation. When the wet bra began to rub my skin wrong, I unhooked it to give him full access, but I kept my shirt on, scrunched up around my shoulders. I felt like a teenager making out in her parents' garage. Laying on a pool table with a horny man above me made me throb with desire, but I resisted the urge to go quickly. It was decadent agony. He moved from my breasts to my neck and I bent my head back, my elbows going weak as I plunged my hands into his hair. He was so goddamn good at this. My mouth was dry and I swallowed heavily, trying to prepare myself for what I knew was to come. I just wanted to taste him. When I couldn't take much more, I reached for his ass. This time he didn't resist me, and I pulled him close against me, feeling his cock press hard into my crotch, denim against denim. He started to rock, back and forth, up and down, slowly, so slowly, and I matched his rhythm. I opened my legs wide and then wider still. I drew my knees up and let him hump me until I thought I'd burst, and then I reached once more for his fly. It was hard to unzip, he was so hard, but I finally got him loose. He was wearing blue boxers, and I teased myself a little longer by not reaching inside them. Instead I unzipped my own jeans and v-ed them open to reveal my pretty pink panties. He positioned his cock, hot and hard, against my already wet pussy and grinded into me again. This time the scream was involuntary, and I clapped a hand over my mouth as he grinned. "Shh," he breathed into my ear. "We don't want to get caught, do we?" I closed my eyes and melted into the felt. Did we? Wasn't that part of the fun? He continued his sweet grinding as I squirmed, and just on the edge of oblivion, I pulled myself back. I sat up slowly, and he sat up with me, and I reached between his legs and cupped his dick. He bit his lower lip and awkwardly stood up, his jeans hindering every move. Once he'd planted his feet, he kicked them aside and stood there in his boxers that were also standing up. I followed suit, but I didn't kick my pants off. I did cast my shirt aside, but when I knelt in front of him, I didn't want rug burn. I pulled his dick through his fly and licked the tip. His dick jumped, and I looked up at him. He was smiling, cockily, like he'd won something, and I casually stroked my breasts until the smile left his face. His hands took up where mine were, and when he was softly fondling my nipples, I sucked his dick like it was my right. I loved this part. I could take him in without gagging, deep-throating like a champ. It was fun, making him feel so good. I knew from the different speed of his hands how close he was. When he stopped entirely, I went faster, sucking quickly and hard until he blew in my mouth. I covertly wiped the cum away as he recovered, and then I got off my knees. "Yum," I said coyly, and then I disappeared into the bathroom. I was bent over the sink, washing the stickiness off my cheeks, when he joined me. He'd discarded his shirt, but he was still wearing his boxers. They looked a little damp, but they weren't pulling so tightly. When he slid his hands down my pants, I wriggled, and the denim slipped right off. He turned me to face him, patted the counter, and when I jumped up, put his mouth to my thigh. It was a new viewpoint, getting to watch him, and each time his tongue neared my sweet spot, I jumped. Again the material added such a thrill. When he poked his tongue at a tiny hole in the lace, I shivered. Using nothing but his mouth, he tore at the hole until it was big enough to completely fit his tongue through. I opened wider to let him lick deeper, and he did. I came instantly, so close I'd been on the pool table. "Yum," he echoed back to me when he'd finished. My mouth dry, all I could do was rasp, "Shower." He looked surprised, but he let me slide off the counter and on jiggly legs go turn on the water. I slipped out of my now ruined panties and turned to him. I kissed him once on the mouth, slid my hands into his waistband, and seductively pulled his boxers off while kissing down his chest. When he was naked, I kissed his dick once more and licked him from balls to head. The bathroom had begun to fill with steam, so I stepped into the shower. Without coaxing, he followed, and immediately had me up against the wall, kissing me under the water. Instantly I couldn't breathe, and if I had thought I couldn't get more turned on, I'd been wrong. I felt like every cell in my body was on fire. It was so good, I didn't think I could handle it. I was so hungry for him. His tongue was on mine, then on my neck, then on my ear. I copied his every move, and then grabbed his hips and was happy to find him hard again. I guided him inside me without thinking, and let me tell you, shower sex is literally and figuratively the hottest sex ever. The intensity was only heightened by my need not to yelp. I smiled against his mouth, remembering how loud we'd been on Valentine's Day, amused that most of the time we hooked up, we had to be quiet. As he drove deeper, I resolved to be unrestrained next time, no matter where we might be. This was too good not to share. Deep in the Heart of Texas Ch. 03 I was in a wicked rut. I'd been working 11-hour days for weeks. Although I was no longer working weekends, I wasn't feeling refreshed on Sunday nights. I wanted something new, something fun and different. And God knew I wanted to get laid. I was wound as tightly as a coil and I needed some release. So I started planning. I picked a weekend in mid-May and bought tickets to the Rangers slumber party. I didn't know if it would be a better idea to ask him in advance or wait till the last minute. There was always a chance that if I waited, he'd be scheduled to work, but Nathan never committed to anything in the future. I went back and forth, an inner battle with myself, until the Wednesday before, when some higher power intervened. I was driving home from my mother's house; we'd just finished dinner. My car made a high-pitched squealing noise followed by a grinding that set my teeth on edge, and then smoke started seeping out of the hood. Miraculously my car kept moving, and I pulled into the nearest garage. I walked inside and there he was. I was so surprised I couldn't speak, but not so surprised I didn't observe he couldn't either. Another man entered the little lobby and tossed a set of keys on the counter. "Done," he said, and then turned to me. "How can we help you?" he asked, failing to take notice of Nathan. "I, um, my car..." I started, pointing stupidly behind me. When he smiled, he looked just like Nathan, and I took this to be his brother. "Want me to take a look?" I smiled back, my nerves settling. "Yes, please." I handed him my keys. "The silver Rogue," I informed him. He jingled my keys and disappeared. I looked at Nathan, keen to make him know this was not on purpose. But he was smiling now, and I breathed easier. "Welcome to my shop," he said, and gestured around the small room. His eyes traveled down my legs and immediately heat flooded my body and I was thankful for the short denim shorts I was wearing despite my mom's hatred for them. "You look good," he added. I cocked my head at him. "Thank you. It's been a while." There wasn't preamble with us; never a need. He came around the counter finally, and I hugged him. "It's good to see you," I whispered. When his hands ran down my spine, I shivered, and when they settled on my ass, I flushed all over. "Likewise," he breathed into my ear. He backed away just as his brother came back inside. "Your oil is completely out," he said. "When was the last time you had it changed?" I blushed. "A while ago," I answered, glancing embarrassedly at Nathan. "I'll take care of it. Shouldn't take long. A half hour maybe?" I looked at Nathan again. "Fine," I said. Suddenly his brother smirked. "I'm sure it is," he said. "There's water in the fridge if you want some. Nate, take care of our guest, okay?" Nathan smiled. "Sure, bro." When his brother had gone back outside, I turned to Nathan. "How exactly do you plan to do that?" I asked coyly. "I can think of a few ways," he replied. Despite his words, he simply offered me a water from the small fridge on top of the counter. I accepted it and asked to see the rest of the shop. There wasn't much to it, but the desk tucked away in its own little room seemed to be begging to be christened. When I saw it, I tilted my head back until I was looking at the ceiling, took a deep breath, and stared at the fan for a minute. "Is it crazy that I want to fuck you on that desk?" I finally asked, unable to look at him. I was met with silence, and for a long minute I believed he'd left the room. But then he had his hands on my hips. "I just think it's crazy that you want to fuck me. Location has nothing to do with it." I was struck by the vulnerability of his words, and I was at a loss whether to kiss him or to tell him why I enjoyed him so much. But it became clear that the way to tell him was to kiss him, and I killed two birds with one stone. He didn't immediately relent, which was so hot it made me squirm, but soon his lips parted and his tongue met mine. His hands were the first to move, and he slid his fingers along my thighs, under the hem of my shorts. They were so short I felt his fingers nearing my pussy within seconds, and I moaned immediately. He responded by biting my lip. "Quiet," he instructed. "We don't want the guys to hear." I moaned again, though quieter. "Don't we?" I asked, and then I felt for his belt buckle. I caressed the small mound there and undid his pants. Then slowly I pushed him backward, until he was flush with the desk chair. "Sit," I said. He did, and I kneeled in front of him, unconscious of the dirty floor. I scooted behind the desk, just in case someone did walk in; public sex being hot aside, I didn't want him to get fired. His boxers were straining, but not nearly as much as I wanted them to be. Leaving his jeans around his hips, I v-ed them open as much as I could. Without exposing his dick, I kneaded him, massaged the flesh until he was almost prone in the chair, his head thrown back, his eyes closed. His hips were on the edge of the seat, and I nipped at his stomach, licked a line along his waistband. He elicited a low moan of his own and fire seeped through my veins. When I looked again, the lump in his shorts had grown considerably, and I eagerly extracted his hard cock. Again I licked him, this time from his head down his shaft, and tenderly used my mouth to bring his balls out of his fly as well. When he was fully exposed, I went to work sucking. His moans were unhindered now, and I was proud of him; it was always about being quiet with us. I wanted this time to be different. I heard the door before Nate did, and I backed under the desk and rolled the chair closer to me. His head came up, but he didn't move otherwise. Silently, I continued blowing him. "Nate?" someone said from the front lobby. "In here," he managed to say in somewhat a normal voice. "Where'd your friend go?" the voice asked, closer now. "She'll be back," he said shortly. I imagined him nodding, a sly look on his face. Excited, I scraped my teeth along Nate's dick, and as I'd hoped, he inhaled sharply. "You all right?" the voice said. "Great," Nate replied. "Everything okay with her car?" "You hitting that?" he asked, instead of answering. I smiled around Nate's dick and rolled my eyes back to see his face. He was glaring at his brother. "None of your business," he said. I used my teeth again, a bit harder, and he said, "Yes," in a small voice. "We've hooked up." I licked gently, kissed the head, and deep-throated him, rising up on my knees under the desk. I felt his abs tighten and he asked again if everything was all right with the car. "Yeah, dude, she just needs an alignment too. I wanted to ask if she wanted to take care of it all now." "I'll ask," Nate said and grabbed for his phone. He laid it in his lap, and under the pretense of texting, stroked my hair. I backed off slowly, sucking him like a lollipop, hard and deep. I smiled at him and nodded. Nate waited a beat and then said, "Yeah, do it now. She says thanks." I grinned hard this time, and then went in again. His brother must have left because he let a moan escape that was loud enough for the guys in the shop to hear. Finally, I thought. I felt his body tense when he was close to coming, and I looked up at his face to verify. I was surprised to see a fine line of sweat along his hair, and his lips were pressed tightly together. I didn't know if he'd notice if I stopped completely, but I knew that would be cruel. I gently rolled the chair back again and crawled out from underneath the desk. He'd opened his eyes but didn't move. I put a hand on his dick and squeezed, feeling slightly mean. His sharp intake of breath was rewarding though, and I leaned close to his head and whispered, "Hang tight for one second." I kissed his ear and went to close the office door. There was no lock. I unbuttoned my shorts as I approached him again, and kicked them aside before joining him in the chair. It couldn't have been more fit for sex if I'd designed it myself; no arms made it easy for me to straddle him without complication. I pushed my panties to the side, too eager for him to even remove them completely. His cock was hard as a rock and it slid inside me easily, I was so wet from sucking him. I kissed him before I started moving, drinking from his mouth as I enjoyed the full feeling of his dick inside me. I rocked slowly at first, building a rhythm that soon had us both crying out in ecstasy. Surprisingly, I came first, loudly and thoroughly. I clambered off of him and laid down on the desk, my meaning clear. He took the bait and climbed on top of me, taking control of our rhythm, setting the pace much more quickly and sending me flying again as soon as he reached one hand between us and touched my clit as he pumped. I had no idea where he'd come up with that idea, but it was a good one. I was thrilled to have come once, much less twice. In an instant it became about him, and I took advantage of the fact that he was still hard and gently pushed at him to lay down in my place. It was a balancing act for a moment, but then I was on top, and I bent down to kiss his neck as I rode him, biting at his collarbone. His skin darkened immediately, and I sucked a little harder, perversely wanting to mark him. I rocked my pelvis forward, driving him in as deep as he'd go, and he yelped, his head thrown back. A couple more rocks and one deep lick along his neck and he came loudly, his cum spilling in multiple pumps. I propped myself up on my elbows, kissing his hairline as he caught his breath, his dick seeming to breathe on its own as well. I swung my legs off of the desk and bent down to lick him clean. In happy awe, I stroked his cock, looking spent but no less beautiful. This is mine, I thought possessively. I kissed the soft tip, licked the cum off the head, gave the balls one last stroke, and stood up. Without saying a word, I fetched my shorts and slipped my panties back into place. He stood up just as I was stepping into my shorts, and before I pulled them up, he was behind me, hugging me, his fingers placed right where it counted. I flooded again instantly as he kissed my neck, his fingers pushing under my panties. He touched my clit again, my juices making it an easy journey. I arched against him and tried to push his hand in deeper. I turned around to face him and we made out while his fingers explored. It was exquisite and if we could have kept on all night, I'm sure I would have. But I knew my car would be ready soon, and I had a dog waiting for me at home. For one more minute, I pushed everything else out of my mind, and I gave him what he wanted. I didn't try to control my passion, and the noises coming from me were earth-shattering. My body was shuddering as he bent to pull up my shorts for me. With violently shaking hands, I pulled him against me. "Come out with me this weekend," I whispered against his face. "Okay," he whispered back. I was thrilled; there was none of the usual where or when or with who? I attributed it to his sex-brain, but I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. "I have tickets," I told him, though I didn't elaborate. "I work Friday night," he said. "Saturday works perfectly. I'll pick you up at four." I kissed him again, long and slow and lingering. I wanted to stay here forever, drink him in for eternity, but I buttoned my shorts and opened the office door. Nate's brother and another young guy were coming into the lobby at the exact same time. His brother smiled at me. "You're back," he said laughingly. "Nice timing. Your car's ready." I looked back at Nathan, who was self-consciously smoothing his hair down. "Thanks," I said, turning back to his brother. "I couldn't have asked for a better experience."