He contemplated me seriously. “Jane, farmers do well financially. You’ve probably heard of my farm.”
“Maybe I have.” I smiled at him and crunched on my carrot wondering why he kept staring at me. “What would you name your farm,” I wondered aloud. “Green Farms,” I said, the light finally dawning. “Of course I’ve heard of you. Your farm is one of the most successful in the country, isn’t it?”
He nodded. “Remember when I said I’d originally wanted to be an investor? I did that too, but it took a back seat to farming and training to be a candidate.”
Now I remembered. An Ethan Green was often quoted in news stories as an expert on business matters. Somehow I’d always envisioned“businessman Ethan Green”as an older guy, not my Ethan Green, adolescent produce delivery boy. He smiled slightly then munched on a piece of celery. I frowned as something occurred to me. “Is that why you wanted me so badly? Was winning the Breeder simply another goal on your ladder to total success?” The idea hurt me. His words before had been romantic. I didn’t like thinking that he’d only won me because he had something to prove.
“You actually want a coherent sentence while you’re sitting naked? I can barely remember my name with your breasts in touching range, but I’ll do my best.” He grinned and gave one nipple a tweak. “Jane, I fell in love with you when we were kids. The day they announced you as a Breeder was miserable, because I knew I’d never have a future with you.” He placed his palms on the counter, on the outside of my thighs, and leaned in close. “I chose to compete foryou.”
Our lips were close enough to touch, but we maintained a paper’s width of distance. My heart thumped at his words and nearness. Goosebumps dotted my skin, though it was warm in the kitchen. He wasn’t as naked as I was, but only a thin layer of cloth covered his groin area.
I gently touched a dark shadow on his jawline. The abuse he’d taken earlier had to be paining him now. “I loved you too. My first thought when I got my period was disappointment, because I knew we’d lost a future together,” I said softly.
We smiled at each other, but his expression grew serious and he drew closer. “I’ve never believed in fate or magic, but I’m revising my opinion. Six years ago I met you and did everything in my power to win you, because something deep inside knew we were meant to be together.”
There was a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes, but I blinked them back and leaned forward to kiss him. I’d never expected romance from my life as a Breeder, yet Ethan was here and that’s what he’d given me, and I’d never touched anything as precious. He made me feel like Jane, his lover, not Jane, the Breeder. Our lips met in a sensuous kiss as our bodies entwined, and I began to pray for the first time ever. While Ethan was confident that he’d impregnate me and win rights to me for the rest of our lives, I wasn’t so certain. But I believed every word he whispered about fate and belonging together and knew I wanted it too. He was the first man I’d ever known, and he was the only one I wanted.
“Make love to me?” It was an unnecessary question, and we both knew it. I couldn’t imagine sitting casually on the kitchen counter snacking on veggies and chatting with any other man. It meant we had to do everything in our power to make it happen, starting right here, right now. My ankles crossed behind his back and I tugged him closer. I attempted to take off his underwear with my toes, but it was a losing battle. He helped me out by taking his hands off my breasts for a quick second to tug them off.
Then his hands were back on me, placing my thighs apart so he could stand between them. He was tall enough, his erection pressed against my lower belly. I scooted my bottom closer to gain a better angle, but we lost contact as he bent to kiss my breasts and agitate my nipples.
We’d had sex less than four hours ago, but I was as desperate for him as though we’d been apart for years. Or maybe it was that we were both new to the world of having sex and wanted to squeeze every bit of enjoyment out of it. We latched on to each other, desperate to get as close as possible. My heels dug into the muscles on his ass while my right hand grasped his hard length and gave an experimental squeeze.
I didn’t think I could ever get used to having access to a grown male, particularly the very one whom I’d had to sneak around to see. It was difficult to believe I could touch Ethan whenever I wanted. In some ways, I now saw how unfair the last six years of my life had been. I’d been exposed and instructed on sexual play and intercourse on a daily basis. I’d been encouraged to explore my body and practice orgasms, but I’d never been allowed to meet, let alone touch, an adult man. Until now.
I was fascinated by every inch of his body. He gasped when I nibbled on his nipple and I was intrigued to note his were darker and flatter than mine. I couldn’t get enough of running my fingers through the hair on his chest, loving the play of strong muscles under my palms. “Does that feel good?” I asked, my words a vibration against the skin of his chest.
“Everything you do feels good,” he said in a low voice. “Your hands are so soft. They’re so different than mine.”
I let my fingers wander from his chest, up over his shoulders, then around to his back. The wide plane of muscles expanded and contracted under my curious palms. His penis nudged at my entrance and I scooted around to accommodate his invasion. He toyed with me for a little while, pushing a few inches in then back out.
The short contact wasn’t enough. I wanted more, needed more. “Please,” I gasped out. “Put it all the way in me.”
“You want me?” he asked, his voice as rough as a stray dog I’d once encountered at the dumpster outside our school kitchen. The dog had growled with single-minded purpose, intent on staking claim to the contents of the dumpster. That’s how Ethan eyeballed me now. Single-minded.
I couldn’t answer. My body was on edge, ready to die if it didn’t get what it needed. I turned my head to bite the skin on his wrist where his hands held my shoulders in place. The cool countertop under me heated as our bodies moved over it. Finally, Ethan pushed me back and pushed deep inside me. We groaned in unison. I arched back against the counter, ignoring the ridge digging into my shoulder blades.
My neck craned so I could watch his long penis disappear into me over and over again. I glanced quickly at his face, but he was watching the place we were joined also. His skin stretched tightly over his muscles as if he were holding himself taut.
“This is so good,” he growled with his eyes wide, staring at his cock disappearing into me. “Women are amazing. Every man should get to feel this.” His gaze shot to my face. “But they can’t.” He leaned over me with our faces inches apart. “You’re mine. Anytime I want. Mine to fuck.”
His hips sped up, pistoning into me; I would’ve gone sliding on the counter had his hands not held me in place. “Say it,” he said. “Say you’re mine.”
I gripped his forearms, overwhelmed, and too busy absorbing all the sensations of being filled to completion to speak.
“Say it,” he ordered in a harsh tone.
“I’m yours,” I said, my words spilling out from deep in my soul. “My body is yours.” Something inside me snapped in a good way at my concession. For six years, I’d known my body would belong to the government for the purposes of breeding. Now it had narrowed to Ethan. He owned me in that moment, and I loved being owned.
He felt the shift too. His movements became more frenzied. Our bodies slapped together. Sweat-slickened skin slid sinuously in counterpoint. “Your pussy is mine. I own it.”
“Yours,” I said on a cry, closing my eyes against the impending orgasm.
“You exist for my pleasure.”
My head bobbed against the counter. I would’ve agreed to anything he said. Anything to keep him moving against me. Just. Like. That. I broke apart, my body coming in great waves of pleasure until I couldn’t take it anymore. My eyes flew open to see Ethan standing over me, jaw clenched and frozen.
His strong arms were anchored under my thighs, holding my lower body off the counter tightly against him. He was buried deep inside me. My orgasm had slowed, but rippled to life with any movement.