“That’s it,” she said, her hands sliding up and down. “Get really hard for me.” She pressed her lips to the tip and swirled her tongue around the slit. “Cum for Shelby, baby. Cum for me.”
She was panting as heavily as I was. She was playing with my balls with one hand, pumping the entire length of my shaft with the other, and sucking on the head with her luscious lips. Fuck, I couldn’t hold it any longer. I curled my toes and flexed the muscles in my legs and moaned.
“I’m cummin’… fuck… Shelby… I’m cummin’ hard…”
Shelby’s eyes grew wide and her hand on my cock quickened its pace. She hovered her mouth a few inches over the tip of my cock and pumped that monster for all it was worth.
“Fuck… I’m gonna blow…”
I came like Old Faithful, shooting the first wave of my hot seed across her lips and into her eager mouth. She leaned back licking her lips and pumped her hand faster, knowing there was more to come. A long rope of milky jizz shot six inches into the air and fell on her hands just as another gush followed behind it.
“Oh… fuck... I’m cumming again…” Shelby said. She had started rubbing her clit when I told her I was cumming. She closed her eyes and moaned. She had my cum on her lips and her cum on her hand. She was in fucking heaven and so was I.
She pumped and sucked my cock until there was nothing more to give. We ended up a sticky mess. I had my milky goo all over my cock and balls and stomach. She had it on her face and her hands and the bed beneath her ass was drenched with her warm juices.
Just like old times.
We just looked at each other and grinned.
Shelby handed me the wet rag she’d left lying on the bed, then padded off to the bathroom to take a shower.
I cleaned myself off as best I could and fell back on the pillows, completely exhausted. I had momentarily forgotten about the pain in my side because all the blood was busy in my groin. But as my body slowly came back to earth, the pain returned.
I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, hoping to push the pain away in case Shelby wanted to go for round two when she got out of the shower.
I was fighting a losing battle.
My body was spent.
The pain was my brain’s way of telling me to behave myself and go to fucking sleep.
The rest of me was too tired to argue, so reluctantly, that’s what I did.
Shelby
I woke up to find Luke sitting in the chair at the little round table in front of the window. He was already dressed in his blue scrubs and cowboy boots, drinking coffee from a tall Styrofoam cup.
There was a second cup there, also his because I don’t drink coffee, along with what looked like a wrapped biscuit of some kind and a can of Mountain Dew.
Aw, how sweet.
Luke remembered that I was a Mountain Dew fanatic.
If I didn’t have a can of Mountain Dew first thing in the morning I was like an angry bear coming out of hibernation.
I stretched out my arms and yawned at him. “Morning,” I said, giving him a sleepy smile. “Whatcha got there?”
“Morning, sleepy head,” he said. He popped the top on the Mountain Dew and set it on the nightstand, then sat on the bed and unwrapped what turned out to be a convenience store biscuit and sausage.
“As I recall, you’re as mean as a bobcat if you don’t have your Mountain Dew first thing in the morning. And I got you this to make sure you started your day off with the government recommended allowance of breakfast grease.”
“You’re so sweet,” I said, sitting up in the bed with the covers up to my belly button and my titties hanging out. My nipples were plump and red, and a little sore from the previous night’s fun. But they were glad to see Luke again. He made them very happy.
I took a good long drink of the Mountain Dew, but told him to eat the nasty biscuit and sausage. I wasn’t a big breakfast person, but obviously he was. He made short work of the biscuit and fetched the second cup of coffee from the table to wash it down.
“Cody called,” he said, blowing into the steaming cup.
“He did? When?”
“About half an hour ago.” He nodded at my cellphone, which was lying on the nightstand. “I didn’t want to wake you up, so I just answered it.”
I licked Mountain Dew from my lips and arched my eyebrows at him. “What did you tell him?”
“The truth,” he said with a shrug. “That we were late getting out of the hospital and there was a wreck on I-9. By the time we stopped for dinner my side was hurting something fierce and you were horny as a three-peckered billy goat, so you insisted that we get a room in a shithole motel so you could give me a little physical therapy.”
My mouth dropped open. “You did not.”
“I did,” he said, trying to keep from smiling. “I told him you were especially good at oral therapy and that as long as I had a face, you had a place to sit.”
“You’re awful,” I said, swatting at him. He slid his hand under the sheet and let his fingers slide up my thigh. I spread my legs for him and sighed when the tips of his fingers reached their destination. “What… did you… really tell him?”
“I just told him we were running late and we’d be on our way soon as I had a bite to eat.”
His fingers slid inside my wet pussy. He rolled my clit under his thumb, making me moan. I threw back the sheet and spread my legs for him.
“Well then,” I said, panting. “I reckon you better eat so we can get on the road.”
Luke
We rolled into Calloway County around noon and turned onto the mile-long gravel drive that led to Shelby’s Daddy’s house fifteen minutes later. I leaned in to look through the windshield at the big iron gates as we drove through. The letters CCR for Cate’s Cattle Ranch were displayed in a decorative circle of metallic rope in the arch that loomed over the drive.
Shelby wasn’t in a hurry. She had her left wrist draped over the steering wheel and right arm resting on the console, driving casually, like she had no particular place she had to be at no particular time. We’d a had a great time just chatting away like old friends -- old lovers -- happy to have rekindled our acquaintance and romance.
Neither one of us talked about what would happen when I was well enough to go back to riding the circuit and she found a job doing whatever it was her degree qualified her to do.
I just knew whatever she did, it would not include following me around or living on a dirt farm somewhere raising a bunch of rug rat kids.
Shelby wasn’t meant for that kind of life.
She was destined for greater things, like doing something with seeds to feed the world (I guess?), and there was no way in hell that I was gonna stand in her way.
Cody and Alvin Lee, Shelby’s Daddy, were sitting on the front porch waiting for us when we pulled up the drive. I hadn’t seen either of them in years. Cody looked pretty much the same as the last time I saw him. Big, handsome, broad-shouldered, with skin the color of saddle leather and eyes the color of a crow’s wings.
Alvin Lee, on the other hand, who had always been a great bear of a man, had put on a little weight around the middle and his bushy mustache and hair had gone to salt and pepper. He still had a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his lips. And I knew he could probably still out-ride, out-rope, and out-fuck me and Cody even on our best days.
Shelby shoved the gear into Park and yelled out the window at them. “Be careful with him. He’s got stitches that might bust.”
“You didn’t seem so concerned last night,” I said quietly, so only she could hear. She grinned and told me to shut up.
My door opened and Alvin Lee was standing there with his arms out. He waited until I slid out of the truck, then gave me a careful hug.
“I’ll be damned, it’s good to have you home,” he said, giving me a careful hug. He took a step back and huffed at my outfit. “Holy hell, boy, they couldn’t send you home in big boy clothes?”
“Hell, I had to pretend to be a doctor just to get out of the place,” I said, slapping him on the shoulder.
Cody brushed past his Daddy and stuck out his hand. “Just shake my hand, you old sumbitch. I don’t wanna pop your stitches.”
“How you been, brother?” I asked, giving his hand a slowly shake.
“I been better than you,” Cody said. “Pull up your shirt and let me see your battle scars.”
I winced as I tugged up my shirt to show him the bandage. I saw him frown and looked down to see a spot of red the size of a baseball on the center of the gauze.
“Shit,” I said, suddenly a little swimmy-headed. “They said it might bleed. I just need to change the bandage.”
“I’ll do that,” Shelby said, coming around the truck and sliding under my left arm. She put her arm around my back and barked orders at Cody. “Get the door. Help me get him to his old room. I’ll get some fresh bandages.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Cody said, giving me a wink. “Some things never change.”
“That’s good to know,” I said, giving Shelby a little squeeze. I put my lips to her ear as she helped me up the stairs. “Can I sleep in your room.”
“Uh, not unless you want to add a shotgun wound to your list of ailments,” she said, cutting me a sideways glance. “Daddy still thinks we’re little kids. If he knew what you’d been doing to his little girl…”