Ask No Questions (4 page)

What would she do?

When he felt her lips brush the tip of his cock, so gently, so sweetly, he almost wanted to cry. It seemed symbolic in some way – a kiss of acceptance, of permission. He was allowed to feel pleasure again.

"Oh, lovely," she whispered.

He opened his eyes, watched her wrap her fingers around the root, watched them tighten, red nail, purple nail, silver nail, black nail, squeezing him just the way he wanted.

"Oh God, Kim," he said. "I don't know how long I can…"

Her tongue flickered out from between her lips and she let the very tip of it run from her closed hand upwards, following a straight line to the sensitive underside of his frenulum, which she licked and teased while he clutched his head in his hand and tried to remember how to breathe.

She took pity on him and her tongue circled his bulbous tip, licking off the drop of white liquid from the top, which she swallowed with a brazen smile.

"Tasty," she said.

"Please," he whispered.

"Ooh, I like having you in my power," she said, kissing his cock once more. "It's a bit of a rush."

"Don't get used to it," he growled.

She bit her lip and shivered with delighted mock-fear.

"Sounds like I'm in trouble," she said.

"Hmm, it does, doesn't it?"

And, oh Lord, it was happening. She slid him into her warm, wet mouth, bathed him with her tongue for a few moments, then sealed her lips and sucked. His senses rushed towards his cock, bundling and swarming there while his legs turned to liquid. She looked so indecently luscious, kneeling there with his erection in her mouth, her lips stretched, her eyes heavy-lidded, her breasts squashed into the cushion that he wished there was some way to make this last forever.

But, as it happened, it wasn't even going to last two minutes. He was much too close, much too soon and no matter how hard he tried to think of lambs and ordering a new shearing tool, Kim's attentions were much too glorious to ignore.

Her free hand cupped his testicles, which were so tight that the merest pressure made him think he might launch into orgasm like a rocket if she wasn’t careful.

"Oh fuck," he muttered, his breath jerking all over the place. "I can't…help it…oh, girl."

He put his hand on her head and thrust his pelvis forward. His orgasm flowed out of him in endlessly long luscious waves, while she kept him locked in her mouth, taking all he had to give her, emptying him.

Time seemed to stand still, the world suspended around him until the wild sensation settled into a warm glow and his eyes were able to focus once more.

Even now, she still held on to his cock, licking up the remnants of his semen as if she could never, ever get enough.

"You…" he said brokenly. "Come here."

She removed his cock from her mouth and licked her lips. She'd obviously swallowed the lot.

She returned happily to his arms, snuggling down. Skin on skin, drowsy and caressed by the fireside warmth, they stayed like that, clasped together until Rhys felt his eyelids droop and his head fall on to Kim's shoulder.

"Bed," he said, yawning and patting her thigh. "It's all right for you, but I've got a four thirty start tomorrow. Not to mention an urgent appointment with the chemist."

He put out the fire then led her upstairs by the hand, feeling ridiculously shy about showing her his bedroom. Nobody had ever been in it except for him.

While she brushed her teeth in the bathroom he darted about tidying things up, not that he had much in the way of clutter. The room was spartan, drab even, if you tried looking at it through female eyes. He'd never imagined bringing a woman here. Perhaps they should have gone over to sleep in the barn, amongst the hay. It would probably be cosier.

She'd think he lived like a student. At first, the bareness of it had been comforting, a reaction against the environment he'd lived in before, but now he realised it made him look depressed. Was he depressed?

He asked himself the question, looking in the mirror, running fingers through his darkening stubble.

"Am I depressed, then? And what do you know about this girl, hey? Do you have any advice for me?"

He heard the unbolting of the bathroom door and grabbed his robe, ready to exchange places with her.

"Sorry about the room," he said, when she wandered in, still gorgeously naked.
"It's a bit basic around here."

"As long as there's a bed in it, I don't care," she said, stopping to beg a kiss as she passed him by. He was happy to give it.

"Well, yes, I can offer you that much. Make yourself comfortable. I'll just…"

When he returned from the bathroom, she was already asleep. He knelt down by the side of the bed and looked at her, thinking how odd it was that this was the second time that day he'd watched her like this.

The first time had been just hours ago.

And now, here she was, in his bed, naked and wrung out from the orgasms he'd given her, needing to get all the sleep she could before he got a proper hold of her tomorrow.

"Weird," he whispered. "But thank you." He raised his eyes to the ceiling, addressing an imaginary deity.

Then he set the alarm and climbed into bed.

Chapter Four

The drive to the village seemed longer than ever that day, the farm track waterlogged, while sheep seemed to mock him by standing in his way as he wrestled with the gears in his effort to negotiate quicksand-like patches of mud.

Not only did the rain persist but it was now accompanied by high winds.
The growing lambs had been in a panic when he went to feed them earlier, running hither and thither and bleating like mad.

He had returned to the farmhouse sometime between six and seven, but she had still been asleep, so he had made himself a solitary breakfast and busied himself with securing the outbuil
dings against the storm until the magical hour arrived when he could head out for the village with its general store.

"Today," he said, trying to ward off some of the irritations of the jo
urney, "I am going to have sex. Oh, for God's sake, get off the road, you stupid animal."

He thought of Kim lying in his bed, all warm and sleepy, limbs spread out, ready and waiting for him. What if she left though? What if he got back and she wasn't there?

The idea spurred him to put his foot on the accelerator and honk again at the sheep, who rushed off the track as if mortally insulted.

It took nearly ha
lf an hour to get to Pentrebach from his remote farmstead. How had she found him? It seemed so unlikely. He parked the jeep and ran through the rain to the little general store and post office at the heart of the village.

"Morning, Rhys," said Olwen from behind the counter.

Oh God. Olwen. He'd been banking on one of the interchangeable sulky teens of the village. Why had he come here? He should have driven on to the big supermarket in Brecon. Nobody would be peeking into his shopping basket there.

He nodded at her and pretended to be heavily involved in the selection of tinned soups.
He put two tins of different flavours in his basket, knowing he would never eat them, then edged closer to the chemist shelf. She was looking at him. He put in a pack of ibuprofen. Was there anything he actually needed, while he was here? Maybe another bottle of wine. He grabbed the first one he saw and added it to the basket.

"Can you believe this weather?" said Olwen, putting a new till reel in the cash register.

"The sheep can't believe it either," he said. Closer now, closer to the little cellophane-wrapped boxes on the top shelf.

"Don't they hate having wet fleeces?"

"Oh no, they're waterproof. It's the lanolin, see."

He glanced over at her. She wasn't looking. Casually, he knocked two packs of condoms into the basket and covered them with an economy-sized bottle of shampoo.

"Oh, right," she said vaguely, fiddling with the machine.

He walked up
to the counter, confidently, and put the basket down in front of her.

She took out the shampoo first, then the wine, and then she looked back in and gave him the briefest but most unmistakable of surprised glances.

He could see she was trying not to smile as she picked the first pack up and ran it twice through the scanner. Two packs. That would be good for village gossip. Not just a shag, then – a
commitment
. Farmer Rhys had a girlfriend. The next Young Farmers' barn dance should be interesting.

"Actually, I don't want the soup," he said. "Or the tablets. I'll just take these, OK?"

"If you're sure."

The effort of pretending not to notice the condoms was telling on Olwen as she shovelle
d everything into a plastic bag and told him how much he owed her.

"Anything planned for the weekend?" she asked slyly, taking his twenty pound note.

"Oh, you know. Depends on the weather."

She nodded sagely. "Have to make our own entertainment, don't we, when it's like this?"

She gave him his change.

"Pretty much," he said, seizing the plastic bag. "Good morning."

He kept his head high, moving through the narrow aisles as fast as he could.

"Yes, I'm sure it is," said Olwen to his back. "For some of us."

He saw a light in the kitchen when he parked in the yard and his stomach flipped at the thought that she was there, waiting for him. He picked up his plastic bag and ran, dodging bullets of rain, until he reached the back door.

She stood at the sink, washing a cup and bowl, wearing only one of his shirts and that chunky sweater again. He wondered if she was wearing knickers and the thought that she probably wasn't, because she didn't have a clean pair, almost made his knees give way beneath him.

"What a beautiful day," she said, turning to him with a beaming smile.

He hung up his coat and crooked a finger at her.

"Come here," he said. "Something's wrong with your mouth."

"Oh? What?" She put her fingers to her lips, frowning as she walked over.

"It needs a kiss," he said, grabbing hold of her and remedying the situation.

She giggled and shrieked at first, but it took less than two seconds for her to sink, sighing, into his embrace, moulding her body against his. They were such a perfect fit, he thought. Holding her felt natural
and right. And there was none of this 'watch my hair, don't smudge my lipstick' nonsense he remembered from Hannah.

No, don't entertain that thought.
Live in the now, and make the most of this gorgeous girl you've somehow lured into your arms.

They broke off, foreheads together, eyes too close to focus.

"Did you go to the…?" she asked.

"Mm hmm."

"Did you get the…?"

"Mm hmm."

"Do you want to…?"

"Oh yes."

He snatched up the bag and led her by the elbow out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the bedroom.

"Right then," he said, throwing the bag on to the bed and trapping Kim against him with an arm.
"What have we got here?"

She put her hands on his neck and clasped them, having to stand on tiptoes to reach up for a kiss.

"You tell me," she challenged.

"Well
, for a start, you're wearing my old clothes. I could put you out in the fields as a scarecrow."

"Sweet talker!"

"I don't think you'd scare many crows though. If I were a crow I'd be all over you."

"You already are all over me."

"Not as much as I want to be."

She sucked in a delighted breath. He slid his hand underneath the shirt and up her thigh.

As he reached the curve of her bottom, he flashed his eyes at her, grinning.

"I thought so," he said. "Bad girl." He pinched her bare arse and she wriggled against him.

"Who needs knickers?" she said, a pertinent question if ever he'd heard one.

"Well, quite. I'd ban them, myself, if it was up to me. Well, not all
of them. Not the really skimpy sexy ones. But the rest could all go."

"That would be fun. Everyone walking around commando-style."

"I don't care about everyone else, but I think I'm going to ban them for you. While you're on my property, no knickers at any time. What do you think?"

"I can't see a problem."

"I'll take you up on the fell, if it ever stops raining, and you can show your bare bum to the sheep. That's before I bend you over a stile and shag you senseless, of course."

"Of course. Mmm." She pressed herself against him, rubbing her pussy
against his burgeoning erection, lifting a leg and hooking it around his thigh in unmistakable invitation.

"Did you want something, madam?" He held her arse cheeks in both hands under the shirt, pulling her closer in.

"I was so disappointed when I woke up alone this morning," she whispered. "I couldn't wait for you to get back."

"Really? Why's that, then?"

"Because I've got the raging hots for you, farmer boy."

"Who are you calling a boy? I think I might have to correct that idea."

"Please do."

He bent his knees and jolted her legs around his waist before straightening up and walking, with her attached to him, over to the bed.

He fell forward, dropping her on to her back, and crouched over her like a predatory beast, inspecting its next meal. Her shirt and jumper had rucked up to the top of her thighs, so her knickerless state was quite obvious. And even if he couldn't have seen it, the intoxicating scent of her arousal swirled around his olfactory nerves.

"Let's have this off, shall we?" he growled, low down in his chest, removing her sweater first
, then undoing the couple of buttons that stood between him and his prey.

He parted the shirt to expose her breasts with their rose-red bullet-hard nipples, like the cherries on a cake.

He couldn't resist a quick squeeze and flick of them, then he laid himself on top of her and kissed her until his breath ran out, holding her face in his palms while she raked at his hair.

"Right," he said, rearing up. "Too many clothes."

He shed them with manic speed, flinging them to the floor without regard for where they landed. By the time he was down to his underpants, his cock was rigidly erect and all his blood seemed to have rushed from his head downwards.

It
s one eye, complete with a tear of pale liquid, seemed to accuse him of base lusts.

What do you mean?
He defended himself silently.
You started all this. You're the one that gets me into these situations. I'm just doing what you want.

Kim had taken hold of the plastic bag and she plundered its depths, retrieving one of the boxes of condoms.

"Oh, you bought
two
, did you?" she exclaimed with a dirty laugh. "Two packs of twelve."

"They should last the day," he said, taking the box from her hand. "Perhaps I should have got three…"

"Oh my God, what have I let myself in for?"

He smiled wolfishly, enjoying her trepidation and the way she lay captive between his straddling thighs.

He licked the fore and index fingers of his right hand and placed them between her pussy lips, rubbing them slowly, deliberately, up and down and around the bulge of her clit.

"Fuck, you've got the touch," she whispered. He saw her eyelids flutter, watched her lips tremble as he kept the pressure up. His fingers were soon slick and juicy and he pushed them up inside her, attending to her clit with his thumb.

She rotated her hips, trying to get him deeper but he didn't want to tease her too long this time. He needed to get inside her, needed it more than he could ever express.

He put the condom box to his mouth and tore off the cellophane strip with his teeth. But opening the thing one-handed was more difficult than he remembered and he had to remove his fingers from Kim's cunt to get the foil-wrapped square out.

She exhaled a slight protest, but her lips curved upwards when she looked at him.

"Don't worry; you won't be empty for long," he muttered, tearing the corner of the packet with his teeth.

"I can't wait to have you inside me," she said. "I think you'll fill me right up."

Her words inflamed him so much that he had to shut his eyes and steady his head for a moment.

He took the ring of latex from the foil and skinned it on, as quickly as he could without tearing it, then he lowered his chest over Kim's until he rested on his elbows. His cock stroked her inner thigh while he positioned himself inside her legs, and he ducked his head for a quick but lavish lick of her nipples before catching her mouth in a kiss.

She raised her legs, widening the angle for him, and rubbed her heels along his calves while he advanced slowly, bathing the head of his cock between her pussy lips before resting it at the tight opening of her cunt.

He moved his lips to her earlobe and nibbled on it before whispering, "Are you ready for this?"

"Oh yeah," she whispered back, sounding pained.

"Good. Hold tight."

She held on to his shoulders while he pushed forward. Multiple sensations unfurled in his brain, little bursts of lusciousness.
So tight. So hot. So wet.

He felt her stretch for him, then hold him tight, her yielding warmth everything he dreamed it would be.
He would have to see that he lasted longer than yesterday when she blew him, though. He didn't want her taking him for a two minute wonder.

But this feeling was so incredible, he was going to need every ounce of his self-control.

He pushed on until every inch of him lay clasped inside her and his balls rested on the curve of her arse. Now he had her, he could take a moment to let the intensity of sensation ease and settle. He took a good look at the girl he had pinned on the end of his cock, lapping up her look of wide-eyed adoration and her pink-tinged cheeks.

"God, you feel good," she said. "Fucking amazing. Oh, just stay in me. Just keep it in there."