Naked Shorts, page 10
Luke pushed the chemise down her hips and freed her from it, discarding the unnecessary garment in the grass. His lips blazed a trail down the middle of her breasts, crossing over her navel before they sank into the core of her body.
He sensed her surprise at his path, but she didn”t stop him.
“Open up for me.” His voice was low and soft, and she spread her legs wider. Seconds later, his tongue swept over the entrance to her body and sought out the small nub of pleasure hidden at the base of her curls. Her moans grew louder as he licked her slowly and softly at first. Even the very tentative touch of his tongue made her hips lift off the ground.
He slipped his hands underneath her ass and held her against his mouth so she couldn”t move away from him.
“You”re staying right here,” he murmured without lifting his face. Her taste was too good to pass up. Licking her was downright intoxicating, and he”d never tasted anything better. She had the taste of a young, innocent woman, something that was virtually unheard of west of the Mississippi. He knew of course that she couldn”t possibly be that innocent, but nonetheless, it was the way she tasted that had him hooked.
Charlotte”s breathing was heavy, and it was all he could hear in the dark night. The moon provided just enough light to see the outlines of her body and for him to realize that her body was perfect. His hands could attest to it.
As he continued teasing her nub with his tongue, he eased one finger into her tight, wet cunt, very slowly, very tentatively. Her heat welcomed him.
“Oh yes, Luke, please …” she begged again, her voice colored with desire and need.
“Yes, Charlotte.”
Back and forth he went with his finger, increasing his tempo with the movement of her body.
She was so tight he knew he needed to prepare her for him, so she could comfortably sheath his throbbing erection. His hard shaft strained against his pants, and he wasn”t sure how long he could keep himself leashed like this.
He quickly added a second finger and continued thrusting into her, picking up speed and going deeper. Her gasps spurned him on, and his mouth all but swallowed her hardened nub of pleasure, until he could suddenly feel her shaking. He felt her fingernails dig into his shoulders as she let out a loud moan.
“Luke!”
He pulled up quickly and took her into his arms, capturing her lips in the process. He plundered her mouth with his until her orgasm subsided.
“You okay?” Luke looked into her flushed face, or at least he though it would be flushed, but the moonlight wasn”t enough to lend confirmation.
A wicked smile formed around Charlotte”s lips. “I would feel a lot better if you weren”t wearing so many clothes.”
He laughed. “That can be arranged, ma”am!”
He”d never gotten undressed this quickly and broke his own record by half. Still, it felt too long until he had her back in his arms, but feeling her against his naked skin more than made up for the brief separation. And so did something else.
He”d gotten a glimpse of her face when he”d undressed and seen how her eyes had honed in on his large shaft as it proudly stood erect. Surprise, yes. But fear? She wouldn”t have to fear him. He”d be gentle with her.
Luke placed a soft kiss on her lips. “Touch me, please.”
Charlotte stared in his eyes as she slowly lowered her hand, sliding it down his chest, creating a stream of molten lava on his skin. Her movement was slow and tentative as her hand reached the nest of curls that surrounded his erection. She stopped before reaching him.
Her eyes questioned him. He nodded. “Lower, please.”
Her hand moved again, this time even slower than before. Just another inch, he begged silently. It was like an electric shock when her fingers suddenly reached his cock and slowly ran along it. He sucked in a breath of air.
“Oh, Charlotte, yes!”
He reached for her hand, grasped it and wrapped it around his erection, squeezing it. “You feel so good.”
With his hand over hers, he moved hers along his shaft, up and down. “Squeeze me, darlin”.”
She increased her pressure around him.
“That”s it, oh God, that”s it. Just like that, tight, so tight as if I was in your warm cunt.”
Luke nuzzled her neck, letting his lips and tongue trail along her delicate skin and breathed in her scent. “Charlotte, darlin”, your cunt is weeping for me.”
He lifted his head and looked at her eyes. Big and wide she stared at him. “I, hm, …”
He took her hand off his cock and rolled her fully on her back before he settled himself above her. “Can”t wait. Need to have you now.”
His cock probed at her moist entrance. She was so darn tight, but he didn”t have the patience to prepare her any better. It was her own damn fault. She”d tempted him for far too long. Now she”d get what she deserved: his stiff cock plunging into her. He”d ride her hard and fast, and then, when he was done, he”d claim her sweet little ass, so she”d know what tempting him would get her. For weeks, she”d flaunted her enticing body before him, and frankly he didn”t know why he hadn”t taken her earlier.
Forgetting all finesse, he pushed into her, seating himself to the root. His bliss was shattered by her painful scream and the knowledge that he”d encountered a momentary barrier, one he”d breeched with brutal force.
A virgin? How could she be a virgin?
Luke pulled back, his shaft leaving her cunt but for the bulbous head. “I didn”t know,” he said, searching for something in her eyes.
There was clearly anger in her face. “You thought I was a whore?”
“No. I never said that. But I thought ….”
Charlotte shifted, trying to sit up, but the action drove his cock deep back into her. “What, you thought I sleep with anybody?”
“No, but,” he pulled his hips back, moving his cock half-way out, then thrust back into her. A pleasurable slide in pure silk. “You”re so wet. It tells me that you want to sleep with me.”
She tipped her chin up in defiance. “Not anymore. You jerk.” She wiggled again, creating a tingling sensation running down his spine.
“Hmh, do that again, Charlotte,” he teased. “I like it.”
With her fist she hammered against his chest, but he could tell her attempt at getting rid of him was only half-hearted.
“Settle down, darlin”, and let me make you feel good. That”s the least I can do for taking your virginity.”
“Fuck you!”
Luke grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms to the sides of her head. “Damn it, Charlotte.
It”s time you stopped playing games with me.”
“I hadn”t pegged you for a rapist, Luke Duboce.”
The words lashed at him. Had somebody poured a bucket of ice water over him, it couldn”t have served as a more effective killer to his libido than her accusing words.
Luke let go of her arms and pulled himself out of her hot body. The cold air hitting his cock brought him back to his senses.
He”d agreed to escort her to the West. Nowhere in that agreement was sex ever to come in.
But he”d been doomed from the moment they”d set off in Independence. Her big brown eyes, her delicate figure, the mane of hair she would release every night - all of it drove him utterly insane every day.
And every night he would wander off from camp and satisfy his carnal urges and stroke his own cock, all the while wishing it was her hand that squeezed him so tightly and made him come in long, hot bursts. But he would never force himself on her.
“I won”t touch you again. Get dressed. I”ll bring you back to camp.”
Luke turned away, not wanting to watch her put her chemise back on.
Charlotte wasn”t sure what had gotten into her, but the moment he”d shown such surprise at her being a virgin, she”d become upset. She didn”t want Luke to have such a low opinion of her, even if she was prepared to have sex with him without being married to him. She was sure she wasn”t the only woman who”d ever acted like that.
True, she”d run away from home and escaped an arranged marriage by only a day, but that alone didn”t make her unrespectable. She was still a lady, a pure woman. She alone decided who she would give her body to. Her father had been prepared to hand her off to the highest bidder, to a man who was bland and boring beyond belief. Had she been forced to share her body with him, she would have felt like a common whore. Marriage was nothing more than legalized whoring. It still didn”t give a woman a choice - fathers made that choice for their daughters. One man handing her off to the next.
No, thank you.
That”s why she had decided to leave. If she could make it to the West, she could start a new life. Marriage meant nothing to her. As for the pleasures of the flesh? Ever since she”d met Luke, things had started stirring in her. Almost every night she would wake up in her wagon bathed in sweat, her body humming and hungering for him.
Charlotte ignored Luke as she walked back to camp. But it was difficult not to be aware of the potent male gambler following her. She heard him grumbling to himself, clearly incensed that he hadn”t gotten to rut on her after all.
Chapter Two
For almost a week the weather had held. Until now.
Charlotte pushed the blanket down to her waist. Despite the rain that pounded the landscape, it was still humid and stifling in the wagon. This would be another sleepless night, just like the last seven nights she”d spent lying awake remembering the way Luke had touched and kissed her. She”d never felt the kind of ecstasy he”d brought her to by putting his mouth on her. In fact, she hadn”t even known that it was what women and men did together. She was certainly aware of the way straight forward copulation worked - having been around horses in a barn had taught her a thing or two, but this?
Clearly, there was more to making love than people let on. How did women learn about this when nobody taught them? Did this mean a woman would put her mouth onto a man”s … uh, shaft just the way he”d licked her? It certainly seemed like a plausible idea.
She wondered again how Luke had brought her such pleasure and let her hand slide between her legs. She felt moist there, just the way she”d felt when he”d touched her. She tried to find that special place that he”d coaxed in such a way that it had throbbed.
A noise startled her and made her head snap to the back of the wagon, where the cloth was pulled tight to prevent the rain from coming in. It was too dark to see anything, but she could clearly hear somebody working on prying the cloth apart.
“Who”s there?” she called out, her heart beating in her throat.
“It”s me.” Luke. A moment later, she heard his boots step onto the wooden plank and enter the wagon. “It”s too darn wet outside. I”m sleeping in the wagon tonight.”
Charlotte reared up from her prone position. “No, you”re not!”
“Darlin”, I ain”t sleeping out in that mud no matter what you say.”
“It”s unseemly!” Charlotte crossed her arms over her chest, not that he could see her.
Luckily, it was pitch black in the wagon.
Something fell to the floor, clanking. “What was that?”
“That?” He paused then chuckled softly. “That was my belt.”
“You”re not getting undressed, are you?” How dare he?
“I don”t like sleeping in wet clothes.”
More things fell to the floor. Then she heard him move closer. He bumped into something, probably the chest where she kept her dresses. “Ouch!” he cursed. By his voice she could tell he was only a couple of feet away from where she lay on a mattress, which was perched on several crates filled with supplies.
A second later she felt him. “Move over,” he commanded and nudged her.
She stretched her hands out to push against him and wished she hadn”t. Her fingers touched his skin. “You”re naked!”
“I told you I was getting undressed.” There was a definite smirk in his voice. Darn that man.
How would she get any sleep tonight if she knew he was right beside her sleeping in the nude?
“You have to leave.”
“I won”t do any such thing,” he replied. “Now, move over unless you want me to sleep on top of you.”
Charlotte huffed angrily, but moved toward the wooden plank that marked the side of the wagon and turned away for him. The mattress depressed when he squeezed his large body onto it, sliding under the covers right behind her. His body lined up with hers, molding to her back perfectly.
“Mr. Duboce!”
He slung his arm over her body and pulled her into the curve of his chest when she tried to move away. “I thought we were on first name terms.”
“Well, and see what that led to!”
“Charlotte, do me a favor, sleep. I”m tired, and I have no interest in a repeat of what happened at the river. So just deal with it.”
“You, you -”
His hand moved, and he put his finger onto her lips. “Shh.”
Luke suppressed a chuckle. For a week now he had tried to figure out how to get back at her for the stunt she”d pulled at the river. The rain was a godsend. It gave him the perfect excuse to enter the wagon and share it with her for the night. There was nothing she could do about it.
Darn, he hadn”t expected her body feeling so good in his arms. He wasn”t the kind of man who spent the night with a woman - generally he got the hell out of there as soon as he”d poked whatever woman he”d hooked up with for the night. But holding Charlotte this closely, even though she wore a chemise, was quite a treat.
For several minutes he lay completely still and tried to get his body under control. Then he shifted his hips, bringing his growing erection in line with her sweet ass. Now that was a position he liked. Almost unnoticeably he slid his hips back and forth, rubbing his shaft against her warm round buttocks.
“Stop that!” she gasped.
But he didn”t reply. He pretended to be asleep and snored softly into her ear, as he continued his rubbing action. He was curious about what she would do if she thought he was asleep.
“Typical man!” Charlotte grunted quite unladylike.
To cover a suppressed laugh, he let out a louder snore and shifted jerkily, sliding his leg between her thighs. Her chemise had already ridden up, and his leg connected with naked skin.
She was soft, and he liked the feel of her body. As he pressed his thigh upwards to her core, the chemise pushed up further, giving him better access. The movement wedged his cock between his thigh and the entrance to her cunt.
Luke heard how her breath hitched. Was she waiting to see if he woke? He faked another snore and stopped moving. For several minutes he lay still and ever so often let out a sound affecting a snore. She appeared to buy it.
As soon as she seemed certain that he was asleep, she moved her hips back and forth, sliding her wet cunt along his hard shaft. Her cream coated him, and the feeling was almost too much to bear. He locked his jaw, preventing himself from moaning.
So the prissy Charlotte was planning on getting off as long as she figured he didn”t know. It played right into his hand. He was a gambler after all, and his plan was right on track. Letting her explore his body in the dark where she believed her actions remained undetected was the first step.
She clearly wasn”t as annoyed with him as she kept pretending during the day. But to get her to admit that she wanted him would be a delicate undertaking. And one that would cost him all the control he could muster. Knowing how her tight cunt tasted made it even harder to wait until she was ready to come to him. But he knew it had to be her choice - or at least he”d make her think it was her choice.
Charlotte”s wet flesh slid against his cock in a smooth and flowing motion - back and forth.
Luke had to focus his mind on something other than her enticing body in order not to thrust in concert with her and give himself away.
When she reached between her legs and took his erection to press it more firmly against her female folds, he nearly lost it. He bit his lip. The pain helped ward off his imminent climax.
Charlotte liked the feel of his hard flesh against her core. Finally, she”d found the spot that Luke had so expertly sucked before. By sliding his shaft against that spot she could imitate the same sensation she”d felt when he”d touched her there.
She thanked the heavens that he was such a deep sleeper, even though she wished he wouldn”t snore the way he did. It was distracting.
The velvety texture of his skin was surprising, and she couldn”t stop touching him and pressing his hard rod against that pleasurable point at the base of her curls. Faster and faster she moved, feeling herself getting hotter and hotter.
Almost, almost …
She moved her hips, her rhythm increasing, her heart beating a frantic tattoo against her breasts. Her nipples had beaded and were aching to be touched. She felt herself getting wetter until, finally, a wave of sensations broke over her. Her womb contracted, her interior muscles squeezed, and a flood of warmth and ecstasy reached every cell of her body.
With a sigh she relaxed into the feeling and let herself be carried away. Not wanting to let go of his magnificent shaft which brought her such pleasure, she continued to cup the still hard member and hold it against her wet folds before she drifted off to sleep.
By the time Charlotte woke, Luke had already left the wagon. She was glad about it. She didn”t want to face him in the morning, knowing what she”d done while he was asleep was what no lady would do. Her flushed skin would give her away - and it had to be flushed. Why else would she be feeling so hot?
She avoided him all day, which wasn”t difficult. He drove the wagon, his horse trailing behind while she helped out one of the married women whose youngest child was feverish. On and off it rained. The weather didn”t improve by the time they stopped to make camp for the night.
