Bounty(156)

He kept coming at me, answering, “Here.”

He had a big bag packed for here, but it wouldn’t matter. He left his clothes on the floor, and if I was doing laundry, they got laundered and I didn’t put them back in his bag. I put them in the closet and dresser.

Deke did not protest this. Deke didn’t say shit.

Deke just went to the closet to get jeans, and if there weren’t clean ones there, he went to his bag.

I had left a few things at his trailer. Deke did not hang them up. But he did toss my bag onto the floor of his tiny closet.

In other words, for whatever plans we might have, we were both good either way.

Again Deke pulled me out of my thoughts and he did it then by getting deep in my space.

I tipped my head way back.

Then I dragged in a ragged breath when all of a sudden his hand dove right into my overalls, right to my ass.

Lightly, the touch chasing a tickle between my legs strong enough to make my knees start to get weak, he traced the edge of my panties under my ass as he lifted his other hand and cupped the side of my neck.

“Been thinkin’ of doin’ that since I first saw you in these fuckin’ ugly things.”

The part about him thinking about having his hand in my pants was good.

His insult to my overalls was not.

“They’re comfy,” I snapped, though it wasn’t as sharp as it could have been considering Deke was leaning in closer so his fingers could move deeper.

“You got a fantastic body, gypsy, and they do shit for it.”

“Would you prefer I wander around in a bikini?”

“Babe,” he stated simply, his eyes lighting.

“I take it that’s an affirmative.”

“Jussy, I got a dick and that dick likes to be in you. You show skin, it reminds me, and specifically my dick, how good that skin feels, and tastes, by the way, which reminds me how much better you feel inside.”

That “inside” liked how he was pushing deeper, trailing his fingers along the edge of my panties between my legs. Because of this, I lost track of the conversation so I could instead concentrate on spreading those legs for him so he had better access.

His thumb pressed against my jaw, tipping my head farther back, and his face got close to mine.

“You wanna shower with me?” he murmured.

Unlike Deke, who’d been engaged in manual labor all day, I didn’t need a shower.

“Yes,” I breathed.

His fingers went from panties’ edge to panty gusset and started stroking lightly.

Wow. That felt nice.

So nice, a soft wisp of breath escaped my mouth and wafted across his lips.

Those lips came to mine.

“Or you want me to make you come right here?” he whispered.

“Your choice,” I exhaled, though at that point, I wasn’t sure how I’d make it to the shower.

Or if I’d be able to remain standing in it.

Gently, he pushed the gusset of my panties aside, dipped his body deeper into me, and slowly slid one long finger inside.

I fought panting.

“Soaked,” he growled.

He slid his finger out, glided it to my clit and started circling.

He also kept growling.

“Make you come right here, put on a show for me.”

“Okay,” I agreed.

“Want you comin’ hard for me, Jussy.”

I found my hands were curled into the material of his tee on either side of his lower back.

I kept them there so I could continue standing as Deke continued circling.

“Okay, baby,” I blew out.

Deke went in harder with his finger.

I arched into him as he bent farther over me, his hand at my neck sliding to the back.

“Let me hear you,” he rumbled.

A whimper I didn’t know I was holding back slid out of me, my legs trembled and Deke shifted his arm so his hand was still at my neck, but his forearm was running along the middle of my upper back, supporting me.

“Work that,” he ordered roughly.

I ground into his finger and another wilder, hungrier whimper escaped.

“There you go, gypsy,” he murmured approvingly.

He slid his finger back, it was joined by another one, they thrust inside and his thumb hit my clit.

I gasped and kept doing it, my eyes half-closed, my hands dragging his tee up his bowed back to find better purchase.

“Deke.”

“Fuck, nothin’ more beautiful.”

I tried to force my eyes wider so I could watch him watching me as my legs began to tremble beneath me when it started coming, I knew the force of it was going to rock me, and I needed him to keep me safe so I could ride that storm.

“Deke,” I repeated, the only way I could communicate all those things.

But he understood me.

“I got you, Jussy.”

He had me.

He always had me.

With a soft cry, I let go.