Dinner is amazing—the food, the conversation, the wine. Neither of us talks about my awkward confession at the meeting and again at the barn earlier. I push all thoughts of Neal and Becca from my mind and just get lost in Tyler’s company.
After we’ve finished eating, I clean up our dinner mess as Tyler pours us each a generous tumbler of Slade whiskey.
“I turned on the fire pit and warmers on the back porch. Thought we could enjoy a nightcap out there?”
I nod and we make our way to the porch.
“It’s so still out here—so peaceful.” I stare out into the darkness that surrounds the house.
“That’s what I like most.”
I take a sip of the whiskey and it burns. “Wow, this is strong.”
“It’s straight whiskey, baby,” he laughs. “Can I get you something different?”
I take another sip. “No, it’s okay. I’ll probably let you drink most of it though.”
We sit on the back porch for close to an hour, sipping our drinks . . . well, I take another sip and then Tyler finishes off the rest.
He tells me stories of how he and Trent once got lost in the mountains for two days. He says his dad wasn’t worried about it—that he knew he trained his sons well enough that they’d find their way home. His mother, on the other hand, was ready to call in the National Guard to find them.
We’re settled into two massive chairs with our hands tangled together, but it’s not close enough for Tyler. He pulls on my hand and I stand up as he leads me so I’m in front of him. He places his hands on my waist and pulls me down onto his lap.
“You like this position,” I say as I situate my legs.
“Mm-hmm, I like feeling you on me. Plus I can kiss you.” He leans forward, his tongue instantly demanding entrance and sweeping through my mouth. He tastes like whiskey. Need instantly pools between my thighs as I clench them against his hips.
My hips start to move on their own as I grind against his hardening cock. I run my fingers through his silky hair, tugging it gently.
“You needy, sweetheart?”
I nod and lean forward to kiss him again.
“What do you need?”
“You,” I say as I try to pull him closer.
“Pull my cock out, baby. Let me see if you’re ready.” He slides his hand up my thigh beneath my dress as I try to focus on undoing his belt and jeans. I fumble as his fingers travel further, burning a path across my skin. He pushes my panties aside and runs his thumb back and forth over me.
“Goddamn, you’re practically dripping.” He pushes his thumb against my folds as my hand finally pulls his zipper down. He thrusts it into me and my lips form an inaudible sound as I fall forward. I rest my head against his shoulder, my hand finding his cock as I slowly pull him free and begin to stroke him. He replaces his thumb with two fingers, sliding them in and out of me as he presses his palm against my clit.
“I think you’re ready to ride my cock.” He pulls his fingers out and pops them straight into his mouth, his tongue snaking around and between them to lick off every drop of my arousal.
His movements are deliberate and sexy. He grabs the base of his cock with one hand as his other holds my panties to the side. I grip his shoulder with one hand, and the arm of the chair with the other as I slowly lower myself down onto him.
“Yesssss!” The word comes out in a hiss as my head falls back.
“Look at me,” he grunts as I finally sink all the way down onto him.
His eyes are dark and glassy, the effects of lust and whiskey coursing through his veins.
“You’re mine,” he grits out as his hands grip my waist. He reaches forward and pulls the top of my dress down roughly, exposing my breasts. “These are mine.” He cups them gently before squeezing hard. He presses them together, leaning forward to suck my nipples into his mouth. “I’m a possessive man, baby, and I won’t be denied. I mark my territory.” He bites me, hard.
“I want—I need . . .” I begin to move slowly, lifting my body up and then coming back down harder.
“Oh fuck, yes, baby, fuck me.” His eyes roll back in his head as I repeat the process. Each time I come down, his eyes grow darker, heavier. They feel like they’re going to burn through me. “Mine,” he says again, “you’re my woman, you understand that?”
I nod, but it’s not good enough. He grabs the back of my neck, pulling me down hard and slamming himself inside me. “Say it!”