"But you taste so good." He looked up at me with that cocky grin I loved and hated at the same time. "I could do this all day."
"Oh, God," I groaned as his lips wrapped around my sensitive nub and pressed. He sucked gently but slid two fingers into me at the same time. "Yes… like that, baby."
When he groaned against me again, it made me shudder. He could take me from not in the mood to on the edge in less than a minute, and tonight was no surprise. I was ready to go so fast, so needy for his dick that I clenched and he pulled out fast. The lack of his fingers in me was almost painful.
"Garret, I'm gonna die." My fingers tangled in his hair, trying to hold him where I needed him.
"No, you're not," he growled, flicking my clit with his tongue in a teasing way. "I'm gonna make sure you feel it, baby."
"Then make me come, I'm begging you."
Garret teased me a few more times, swiping his tongue up over my clit and drawing circles around my entrance with his fingers, and then he finally gave me what I wanted, his tongue circlingmy clit while two fingers pushed inside me. "You're gonna come all over my face."
The combination of his mouth and his fingers curling inside me pushed me over the edge fast. I had to bite down on my hand to keep from screaming as the orgasm rolled through me, my whole body shaking while he worked me through it. I could feel how much moisture I made as it slicked every move he made and ran down my thighs, and when he pulled away, I noticed it had dampened his beard too.
He stood up while I was still trying to catch my breath, and I heard his belt buckle opening. I reached for him, but he caught my hands again.
"Turn around." His voice was rough now. "Bend over that barrel."
I did what he said, pressing my chest against the wooden barrel and arching my back to present myself to him. I heard him shove his jeans down and then his hands were on my hips, positioning me how he wanted.
"You ready?" He ran his length through my wetness, teasing my entrance but not pushing in yet.
"Yes," I whimpered and pushed back against him. "Please."
When he finally sank into me, all I could do was groan, and it came in unison with his voice. He gave me a second to adjust and then started moving, quickly building to a hard rhythm. The angle had him hitting deep and clawed at the metal ring on top of the flour barrel to hold on to something.
"You feel so good." His fingers dug into my hips on one side, while his other hand came down in a hard crack on the other.I whimpered and clenched without thinking, and he growled, "God, I love feeling you squeeze my dick."
His thrusts were so hard, I could feel it in my gut, so deep, his dick hit my cervix and I saw stars. It was so intense, I had to grit my teeth to avoid being too loud, and when his finger found my clit and started to rub, I lost it again.
This time, my hips writhed and made it hard for him to keep pace. His body ground into mine over and over while I spasmed and rocked my hips, and when warmth flooded my insides, I heard his tiny grunt of satisfaction and felt him slowing.
He glided in and out of me a few more times and then pulled out, leaving me draped over the barrel with his cum draining down my leg and a giddy grin on my face. He zipped up and then walked back over to me, kissing my cheek lightly and helping me to my feet.
I pulled my shirt back on and smoothed my hair down, then slid into my pants while Garret stood waiting for me, and I told myself if I didn't say it now, I never would.
"You remember," I said as I buttoned my jeans and stepped into my ballet flats at the same time, "the day we met?"
Garret leaned against the old barrel with the heel of one hand planted on the rim and his eyes fixed on me as he swiped through his beard. "Yeah… I was sort of surprised we had the same stress relief."
Smiling, I shrugged one shoulder and walked over to him, resting my head on his chest and wrapping my arms around him. He let his drape around me too, and for a split second I remembered how much older than me he was. Old enough by far to be my father, though Dad was older still. It almost made mewant to pull back and not say a thing because of the stigma, but love was love. We deserved a chance as much as any other couple deemed "normal" by society's standards.
"You were skipping rocks right where Daddy showed me the best spot on the whole river, and I came to do the same thing."
"And you laughed at how horrible I was." Garret chuckled and kissed the top of my head in a move not uncommon, but when I looked up at him, he stiffened and his shoulders squared. He looked like he wanted to protest what I was about to say or throw down a roadblock to my fond memory, and I knew it was just fear about what people would say. So I spat out my truth.
"I want to tell my parents about us," I said before he could protest. "Together. I think it's time."
"Sara…" he said as his shoulders deflated and his head dropped. He pushed off the barrel and stood, forcing me backward gently.
"I know what you're going to say."
"Then why bring this up and ruin a good thing?" He scowled and moved toward the door, but I was frantic to get in front of him. "We said this was just a fling from the beginning… No catching feelings."
"It crossed that line a long time ago, and I think you know that." I folded my arms over my chest and refused to let him see me get discouraged. "You know this is way more than sex. And plenty of men in the club have women, Garret. It's not like you have to be single." Every excuse he'd given me about not having a girlfriend revolved around that club, and while I wasn't dumb enough to tell him I wanted him to leave the club to make anything better, I also knew it wasn't against the rules.
"It's not the right time," he said. "The club needs me focused right now and I can't have?—"
