Kissing her neck and the sweet spot behind her ear made her voice tremble, but she kept talking. “There’s another fenced area on the other side of this one, and beyond that are bales piled up. I never knew you could pile round bales, but somehow you guys have done it. They’re wrapped in—oh. Um.”
Joel circled his hands over her breasts again. “You were saying?”
She arched into his grasp as she took a deep breath. “I’m saying you surprised me, but now I’m ready for anything. Do your worst.”
Oh hell, yeah. Joel stroked her belly en route back to her hips.
“Done already?” Her clear disappointment made him smile. “I was enjoying that.”
“Me too. Don’t you worry. You wanted me to up my game, so I am.” He tugged her T-shirt free from her jeans and snuck his hands under the soft cotton. Stroked his fingertips across her skin until his palms rested on her stomach, his thumbs brushing the underside of her tits.
His reward was a full-body shiver. Her grip on the railing tightened. “I’ll go on and talk about the tractors and how—oh my God, that feels good.”
He kept circling, each time his thumbs rising higher until they teased her nipples, only the fabric was too thick to allow him to do more than feel the faintest bump of where the hardened tips must be. “Damn padded bra.”
She snorted. “Trust me, it’s not padded. That’s all me in there.”
“Lined, whatever. It’s in my way. Should have told you to not wear it. Fuck.” It only took a second for him to reach around her and one-handed unclip the hooks.
She laughed. “You did that way too quickly, Joel. What kind of practice hours have you put in?”
“Shut up and tell me about the yard.” He shoved her bra aside and went for skin.
Vicki moaned her approval as he cupped her and returned to nibble on her ear at the same time. Making circles with his thumbs over her erect nipples, savouring the weight of her filling his hands.
“The tractors are green and yellow,” Vicki whispered.
“Count them.” Joel waited until she’d drawn in a breath to answer him then pinched lightly with thumb and forefinger.
She arched harder into his touch. “Who cares? Don’t stop.”
He wanted to strip her down so he could see what he was doing, but there was something to be said for feeling his way.
He had awesome follow-up plans, but the proverbial rock and hard place was starting to wear on him. His rock? The hard-on he was carrying that wouldn’t last much longer if she kept writhing her tight ass against his aching lower body.
Vicki lifted her face to the sun, unsure which was heating her more. The distant rays or the incredible sensation of Joel feeling her up. He crowded close, the thick ridge of his cock pressed to her ass, but it was his hands that obsessed her.
His work-roughened fingertips teased deliciously, the light tugs to her nipples a world apart from when she touched herself. With her non-existent experience with real partners, she was no stranger to self-pleasure. It shocked her in a good way, how much it turned her on every time Joel slicked his palms over her flesh, how her skin grew more sensitive.
How there seemed to be a direct line between his hands and her aching center, although with him behind her, there was nothing to rub against to ease the want.
“Joel. Oh yeah, touch me. More…”
“You enjoying yourself, darling?” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, hot tongue tracing around the sensitive skin of the opening as his words whispered past.
She rocked uneasily. His firm grip on her body continued but it wasn’t enough. “I want your mouth on me.”
“It is,” he pointed out, licking again.
Fuck. “On my breasts. You’re making me crazy.”
“Hmm, not yet. You need to earn the next reward.”
He was supporting her anyway, so Vicki let go of the railing with one hand. She snuck her fingers into her pants. If he wasn’t going to help, then screw him. She’d do what she needed on her own. Like usual.
She hadn’t reached her clit before his big mitt of a hand caught her, his fingers trapping hers under the waistband of her jeans.
“None of that. Cheater.”
“Please…” Great, reduced to begging. “We’re still right the hell out in the open, and all I can think of is you touching me.”
“All you can think of?” He pulled her hand from her jeans and adjusted position until he cupped her. When he rubbed, moving the seam of her pants against her sensitive clit, she whimpered.
“Get me off, please.”
He had her in a tight grasp, her naked breast clasped in one hand, a slow torment between her legs caused by his other, his body surrounding her and caging her in. “I will. Close your eyes.”
Vicki snapped them shut, grinding her pelvis into his hand, looking for a little more pressure.
“Shh, I’ll give you what you need in a second. Trust me.” His hand slipped from between her legs, and she bit her lip to stop the protests from escaping. He wrapped her fingers around the railing, adding pressure until she caught hold of the worn timbers. “Keep your eyes closed and count to twenty. I’ll be right back.”
Then he was gone. Nothing but cool air at her back, and aching sexual tension thrumming through her. She wanted to look so badly, but hell if she’d blow it right now. “God damn you, Joel. What the fuck are you playing at?”
“Count…” His voice came from farther away than she expected.
She growled her frustration but stayed where she’d been abandoned. “One, two, three… When I reach twenty I’m out of here. Jackass.”
Her shouted count rose steadily, but by the time she hit fifteen he’d returned. Breathless, as if he’d been running.
“I’m back.”
Vicki huffed, her eyes still closed tight. “Good for you. I’m not in the mood anymore.”
He caught her chin in his hand and kissed her. Hard. Needy. Totally in control, unlike the earlier kisses where she got to explore and play. This was a rocking assault on her senses made all the more wicked as he wrapped his free arm around her and pinned her tight to his body.
Panting breaths escaped as they broke apart briefly before diving back in. He slid his hand down her throat, big fingers like a collar moving gently in contrast to the battering her lips were taking. He paused for a second before cupping her breast again, this time on the outside of her T-shirt, her bra bunched up over her chest awkwardly, but she didn’t give a damn because he was touching her.
Finger and thumb trapped her nipple, rolling the fabric of her shirt over the tip in endless loops as his tongue thrust into her mouth. She moaned as he pulled her onto his thigh, resting her core on his leg. Renewed contact meant all the little hormones that had been fading leapt to attention again and demanded a response.
She abandoned the railing and caught hold of his head, dragging their lips apart and forcing him to look at her.
“You are driving me mad, Joel Coleman.”
He grinned. “Ready for the lesson?”
The temptation to cause him bodily pain was huge. “I don’t like you right now.”
“You’re gonna love what I’ll do to you, though,” he promised. “Grab the railing and close your eyes once more.”
Vicki slapped her palms on the railing. “Bastard.”
“Close them? There you go.” He spun her and they were back in the position they’d been in before he’d left, his hands taking possession once more.
This time, though, he was under her jeans, fingertips skimming downward. He paused to trace the edge of her panties, and she shivered.
“You okay with me going farther?” he asked.
“You stop, you die,” she warned.
Joel laughed as he leaned in tight, his lips brushing her cheek. “I have no intention of stopping unless you tell me to.”