Finally, though, we left the orchard. Trip grabbed another two apples on the way out and steered us toward an open meadow with a single tree standing in the center. We rode right up to the tree, where Trip stopped us both.
He dismounted and then helped me down.
"I can't believe I just rode a horse," I said.
"Amazing, right?"
"I can't even begin to describe it."
He grinned at me. "You looked good up there, like you knew what you were doing."
"I didn't, but you know that."
"I could almost forget that you were some ignorant American girl."
I laughed. "You're the foreign savage."
"True. Very true." He took the reins of the horses and tied them to the tree. "I am a savage; there's no doubt. At least in some things."
He took the package down from Destroyer's back and placed it on the ground. He unwrapped a blanket to reveal a picnic basket.
I couldn't help but laugh at him. "Seriously?"
"Very seriously."
"You took me on a horseback ride and now you want to have a picnic. This is, like, the most cliché thing ever."
"Maybe," he agreed, grinning, "but I like riding horses, and I need to eat. I figured, why not combine the two things? Plus, it has been a stressful few days."
I helped him spread out the blanket. He placed the basket on top of it and opened it up. He took out a bottle of wine, two glasses, a plate with small sandwiches, some cheese and meats and dips like the other day, and finally some cake for desert.
"I'm sorry you've been so stressed," I said.
"I'm the king. I'm always stressed."
"But it's worse now."
He nodded. "It is worse."
We began to eat. The food was delicious, and I particularly loved the wine. Even though Starkland was known for their bread and their beer, they did know how to make decent wine, too.
"You can tell me about it, if you want to," I said to him.
"I can't for the most part," he said. "Really, it's just a lot of meetings and discussions on strategy. I'm not making that many decisions, thankfully."
"When will you make some?"
"Soon," he said. "Very soon."
"I wish I could help."
"You can," he said. "Just sit there and keep looking so fucking sexy. It's already working."
I laughed, shaking my head. "I'm not just some eye candy, you know."
"Oh, I know. You're mouth candy, too. You're delicious all over."
"Good one," I said, making a face. "Isn't all candy supposed to be mouth candy, though?"
"Yes," he said, "but I was referring to the fact that I love licking your wet little pussy until your toes curl."
I blushed slightly. "I got it."
"I know, but I wanted that reaction out of you." He smirked and tipped my chin toward him. "I love when you're embarrassed. But you shouldn't be. I love your body, your taste. You don't need to feel embarrassed about that."
"I just, I don't know," I said. "It makes me blush is all."
"I know. It's wonderful." He laughed and then pulled me toward him.
"This place is pretty amazing," I admitted.
"Good." He kissed me lightly on the lips. "I want you to like it." He kissed me lightly again.
"I like it a lot." I kissed him hard this time, pressing myself against him.
This was what I'd been missing, Trip pressed against me, the whole reason I was willing to follow him out to the estate to begin with. I wanted to see more of his life, of course, but I also wanted more of him.
He returned my kiss, our tongues pressing together, his taste filling my mouth. He pulled me roughly against him, and I pressed him back, straddling his hips and getting on top of him.
He grinned at me. "This is better than a picnic," he said.
"Shut up," I replied, and kissed him hard.
He grabbed my ass as I kissed him. I reached back and found his cock, slowly stroking him over his black pants. He grunted into my mouth as I stroked him, clearly enjoying my hand slowly moving down his shaft.
I suddenly had a strong desire. Trip had been working so hard, so damn hard. I wanted to do something, and I realized I had my chance right here.
I slowly dropped back, kissing his neck. I moved farther down him until I was level with his belt.
He watched as I slowly unbuckled it, smirking at me. "Nothing better than watching you slowly undo my pants," he said. "The anticipation makes me so fucking hard."
"Does it?" I asked, unbuttoning his pants. "I thought I made you hard."
"It's the thought of what I want from you that makes me hard," he said. "The thought of your tight pussy slowly sliding down along my cock, of filling you with my hot fucking cum."
I bit my lip, soaking wet. I loved that kind of talk, but I had a mission.
I slowly pulled his slacks and his briefs off, revealing his thick, hard cock.
"Not wasting any time, I see," he said.
"Don't move," I commanded.
"You're giving me orders now?"
I smirked at him. "Right now, I'm the king. Now shut up."
He opened his mouth and then grinned at me. "Yes, Your Highness," he said softly.
I took his hard cock in my hand and let my saliva drip down onto his tip before slowly massaging it into his skin. I stroked him like that with my hand, using my spit to slide easily up and down his hard cock.
He watched me as I worked him like that, jerking his big cock off. Then I moved forward and slowly licked him, root to tip, taking my time, tasting him.
"Fuck," he groaned when I finally took him between my lips. I slid my tongue down along his length and let him slip into my throat. He grunted, and his fingers wrapped in my hair as I began to suck him up and down.
"Fuck girl," he grunted. "That's fucking perfect."
I worked him like that, letting his cock slide into my throat, sucking with my lips and working my tongue. I was soaking wet, and I couldn't help but reach down and slowly slip my hands down my own pants.
"God damn, Bryce," he groaned. "Fucking touch that soaked pussy while you suck my cock."
I moaned with his dick in my mouth as I began to work my own clit, rubbing in soft circles. He pressed his cock deep into my throat and began to fuck my lips, pushing into my mouth.
That only made me want it more. I groaned, moaning with his cock in my throat as I worked my clit fast and steady, working in slow circles. He grunted and groaned before releasing me again, and I pulled back. I was balanced on one hand, so I couldn't jerk him, but I slowly sucked his tip, my eyes locked on his.
He took my hair in his hands and let me slowly suck his tip like that. "You like taking my cock, don't you?" he asked. "You can't help but touch that pussy while you suck me off."
I moaned and went back to work. He pressed me down, letting his cock push into my throat. I sucked him fast like that, moaning as I worked my own clit faster and faster.
I sucked him like that for as long as I could before pulling back out, gasping and staring at him. He grinned at me, his mouth hanging open. "I want to see you swallow every drop," he said. "Can you do that? Can you take my cum down your fucking throat?"
"Yes," I moaned, so fucking wet, out of my mind as I rubbed myself.
"Do it," he commanded.
I went back to work, sucking faster and faster, working him as hard as I could. I wanted him to come in my mouth and throat, wanted him to fill my mouth with his hot cum.
He groaned, pushing me down, working his hips into me. I stopped rubbing myself and used my other hand to jerk his shaft off.
"That's right. Keep going," he groaned as I kept working him, faster and faster, harder and harder. His grunts and groans of pleasure got louder and faster as I kept at it, working his cock, jerking him off and sucking him.
Finally, he groaned and I tasted his hot cum as it filled my mouth. I didn't let up. I just kept sucking him harder and faster. I took every single drop of his cum in my mouth and throat and swallowed it all, loving how he came in my mouth, how he groaned his pleasure.
And slowly it was over. I swallowed and licked him clean.
"Shit," he groaned.
I smiled at him, but instead of collapsing back onto the blanket, he pushed me back over. I fell back and he was on top of me, kissing me hard. I was surprised but didn't mind as he stripped my pants and panties off.
"Trip," I gasped.
"What?" he asked, tossing my panties aside.
"We're out in the middle of this field," I said.
"Good," he answered. "I want you exposed." His fingers found my pussy and slowly pressed inside me, two fingers slowly working in and out. "I want you exposed for everyone to see. You're my fucking girl, and I'm going to get you off wherever I please."
I moaned, my head tossed back as he kissed my neck. I hadn't expected this, but I was fully ready for it, primed and already so close. His fingers fucked my pussy as he kissed my neck. He worked my clit and then went back to fucking me. I groaned as he slowly moved down my body.