Duncan - The Deal (The Cocky Smiling O Series #1) (5 page)

"So we won't be discussing sex toys at the wedding reception? Because I have the Amazon Prime app on my phone—"

"No! We have a rule. Mom is pretty good, unless she's had too much wine. Dad, well, he isn't usually the one. It's Grandma. If anyone starts discussing something inappropriate, anything that shouldn't be said around that side of the family, we clear our throats. If that doesn't work, we start coughing. Anything to drown out whatever one of them could be saying."

I reach over and walk my fingers from Kimbra's knee to the hem of her shorts. "Inappropriate. I believe I was recently told that I was inappropriate."

"Yes, Mr. Willis, you were."

I move my fingers toward the crotch of her shorts. "All I asked you was if you came. You never answered me." I push aside the material and brush her pussy.

Kimbra moans as she moves her legs farther apart, giving me more access. I curl my finger, find her cunt, and slip just inside her warm hole. As I tease, the walls of her pussy grab my finger.

"Kimberly Ann"—I smile at the use of her full name—"I want to make you cum right now."

"T-they can still see us." Her voice trembles as her arms begin to quake.

Scanning the wood line, I reach for her hand and continue us down the path she'd started. Once we are a few hundred feet into the woods, I stop. "Take off your clothes."

M
y mind says
to tell Duncan no. This whole weekend is already out of control. Having sex with him on the plane was one thing, but last night, the way he went down on me. The way I came over and over. The way he kissed me, bruising my lips with his cum-covered mouth was one of the most erotic scenes of my life.

And now, he's telling me to strip—in the woods, behind my parents' house.

"Kimbra."

The timbre of his tone rattles through me. Instead of arguing, I do as he says. The gasp he releases as I pull off first the t-shirt and then the camisole sends shockwaves to my pussy. I shimmy out of my shorts and panties as his stare penetrates my shields, seeing past the woman in his employ and into the real me. The girl from a small town in Indiana.

Duncan lifts me in his arms so that my legs surround his hips. I lock my ankles together. With very little adjustment, he pulls down the waistband of his shorts and then his boxer briefs. I wiggle against the crown of his cock as he lines it up with my hole.

"Oh! Fuck!" I scream.

Thankfully I'm wet and ready, because there is no lead-up, no soft touches. My back arches as I lock my fingers behind his neck and he splits me open.

Deep.

Thrust after thrust.

I ride him as he leans back against a large tree and bucks inside of me. I'm floating, suspended on his giant cock, our cum lubricating my hole as he mercilessly takes me. It's raw and dirty, and I love every second.

I moan so loud it echoes through the woods, rustling the leaves and sending small creatures scattering. Leaning forward I suck his shoulder, the t-shirt growing wet as I bite to keep from screaming more. Tension builds as he pounds inside of me until I explode. Cum drips like a faucet as my pussy throbs and squeezes his cock.

"Fuck! Shit!" Duncan roars just before he releases a long, loud growl.

The sound was all I needed. I'd come down from the high only to be thrown over the edge. I cum again, this time with Duncan as he slides down the tree and we both land on the cool ground.

He's still inside of me when I look up at his green eyes and smile. "I'll let my mom know you're doing just fine. No butt plug necessary."

Duncan smiles, moving his hips and rubbing my oversensitive clit. "Let's not rule out the possibility," he says as he wraps his arms around me, pulls me up to my knees, and finds my tight hole.

"Duncan?" I warn, though I'm not sure what I'm warning him against.

One finger passes the ring of muscles and I whimper.

"Ride me, beautiful. I want to watch you ride my cock while I'm fingering your ass. Let me watch your tits bounce as your eyes roll back in pleasure."

Inappropriate. I think the word, but with my knees straddling his hips and his hardening cock inside of me, I do as he says. His cock grows as I move up and down. When he adds another finger to my ass, I groan at the painful stretch, yet moan at how good it feels.

As the tension builds and I'm almost there, Duncan stops my movement.

"You're fucking stunning"—He reaches to a cluster of small white flowers and picks one. Handing it to me, he continues, "I want your ass. Let me have that flower."

Fear and excitement push away other thoughts. I look at the small flower in my grasp and hand it back to Duncan. Next I climb off his cock, trying not to focus on how big it is, but on how shiny, covered in both of our cum. I turn around on all fours and wait.

Duncan growls again as his body covers mine from behind. With his finger again in my ass he coos, "I'll go slow. I want you to like this."

I nod.

My entire body stiffens as the crown of his cock presses against my asshole.

"Relax, sweetheart." He reaches around and rubs my clit as figurative lightning strikes in the distance. Duncan is orchestrating a storm inside of me and all I have to do is let it build.

My clit, my pussy. Inch by inch, he pushes through the barrier of my asshole. I bite my lip, holding back the tears.

"Are you alright?"

I nod again.

"No, Kimbra, talk to me."

I adjust, consciously trying to relax. "Give me more," I say.

"Oh, fuck!"

Duncan still doesn't rush. He doesn't take my ass with the reckless abandon he'd taken my pussy earlier. This is slow and tender.

"You feel so good. God, Kimbra, my dick has never been inside anything as sweet as your pussy and your ass. You're fucking heaven."

I listen to his words as he moves deeper and deeper inside of me. When I'm not sure if I can take any more, he rubs my clit again and the lightning resumes.

"So fucking perfect." His voice is thunder to the building storm.

It doesn't take long and we're moving together.

"Your ass is mine," Duncan says. “It always will be. That's it, sweetheart, ride my cock."

I am. I'm riding him, moving with him. His fingers and cock work together until the clouds break apart and I shatter. Every nerve in my body explodes and I cry out. Not from pain but from pleasure like I didn't know existed.

"Fuck." I can barely speak.

Another few thrusts, his chest vibrates, and he releases more and more of his cum, this time filling my ass. My thighs are wet as it drips to the hard ground.

I
don't want
to be here at the bar in downtown Indianapolis. It's a popular hangout and since it's next door to the club where the guys are having the bachelor party, Scarlet's sister, Sheila, decided the girls all needed a night on the town too. My guess is that she wants to check on her husband to make sure he's watching the dancers, not touching.

The real reason I don't want to be here is that I don't want to know what Duncan does. I keep telling myself this is pretend. I know we aren't really boyfriend and girlfriend. I know that come Tuesday at work, my carriage will turn back into a pumpkin and I'll only have one shoe.

It's a crappy analogy, but it works. This fairytale, this fantasy that being with him creates, will be over. So what if he drinks with my brother and cousins and touches some dancer? Before this weekend, before I asked him to come here with me, he was touching some office slut. I doubt he has the willpower to turn down some good-looking dancer wanting to give him a lap dance. Nevertheless, I don't want to see it.

"Kimberly, let's go next door and make sure Kurt is behaving," Sheila whispers, her words slightly slurred. Although Scarlet and our cousin Jillian have been sipping their first Long Island iced teas all night, Sheila is on her second pitcher. That's how they serve them, in little individual pitchers.

"I'm sure Kurt is fine," I say, even though I know she's only worried about her own husband Jimmy, not about Kurt. But I don't say anything. I also don't want to be with Sheila when or if she finds Jimmy in a compromising position.

"Oh, come on. You're a big-city businesswoman. I'm sure if Kurt is doing anything to enjoy his last night of unmarried freedom, you can boss them all around and make it stop." Sheila nods at herself as she takes another long drink of her Long Island. "You always have been the bossy one."

"What?" I ask.

"Don't listen to her," Scarlet whispers and pulls me away from the high top table leaving Sheila whispering to Jillian. "Kimbra, thanks for coming home. It means a lot." She tilts her head back toward Sheila. "She's...well...she and Jimmy have had some tough times lately."

And seeing her perfect sister have the perfect wedding...I didn't say that either.

"It happens," I say instead.

Scarlet rubs my shoulder lovingly. "I'm so glad you finally found someone who puts up with you. And handsome too!"

I know she means that as a compliment, but it doesn't sound like one.

"Can you...?" She glances back at Sheila who wipes her cheek. "Can you go next door? I shouldn't and it would be better if she didn't."

"Fine," I say, biting back all the things I want to say.

The bars are crowded, as crowded as any New York bars. It's the race. It brings millions of extra people into the city every year. It's a stupid weekend for a wedding, but then again, Scarlet wasn't thinking of her guests when she planned the date. It's the tenth anniversary of her and Kurt's meeting. They met at some Memorial Day barbeque.

The bouncer looks me up and down as I try to forgo the long line. "Listen, my cousin's fiancé is in there. We're next door and she's freaking out. I've tried to call him and my boyfriend, but I don't think they hear their phones. Can I run in, just for a minute? I need to tell him what's happening. Otherwise, a big fucking wedding could be ruined."

He's a big man with black skin and deep brown eyes. And he's wearing a radio-type thing on his shoulder. He pushes a button and mumbles something before he looks back to me. "OK, make it quick."

"Thank you!"

I push my way through the people. It's mostly men, but not all. There are women in skimpy skirts not only waiting tables but also hanging on some of the patrons. I see Duncan first and my breath catches in my chest. There's a woman at their table. My feet forget to move as I watch. He's shaking his head no and pushing some cash toward the woman. Kurt and Kevin have their backs to me, but I can tell this isn't Kurt's idea of fun. Kevin, I'm undecided, but Jimmy's throwing dollar bills toward the stage. I hear his loud voice, but over the loud music, I can't make out what he's saying.

I can't explain the relief that washes over me when I see that Duncan isn't picking up on the obvious advances of the women around him. I walk up behind him and tap him on the shoulder.

Duncan turns, his features stern until his eyes open wide. "What the fuck are you doing in here?"

We practically need to scream to be heard. "It's Sheila. She insisted we go next door, but she's freaking out."

Duncan looks from me to Jimmy. "He's not done anything, but not for lack of trying."

"Kurt?" I ask.

"He just wants to leave."

I nod and pull out my phone. "Let me call an Uber and get them all home before something bad happens."

Duncan smiles. "Best idea I've heard all night."

Twenty minutes later we've poured Jimmy, Kurt, Sheila, Scarlet, and Jillian into one car and Kevin, Susan, Duncan, and I have gotten into another. I'm sandwiched between Susan and Duncan in the backseat when he reaches for my hand.

We don't talk, but there's something about the way he holds it that is comforting.

Finally I whisper, "Thanks for keeping an eye on Jimmy."

"It wasn't just me. Kevin was on it." He laughs and speaks loud enough for the whole car. "At first I thought your brother was coming down with something."

Kevin laughs and turns back from the front seat. "It didn't occur to me that Dunc wouldn't know the signal. I figured he's just not very fast."

"Dunc?" I ask.

Duncan shrugs. "I've never had a nickname before."

I turn toward Kevin. "Being fast isn't something to brag about, bro."

We all laugh as we head back to the farm.

Kevin and Susan walk hand in hand, up the stairs toward the house as the Uber drives away. When I start to follow, Duncan holds tight to my hand but doesn't move. Instead, he stares up at the sky.

"What?" I ask once we're alone.

"There are so many stars."

"Yeah, once we get away from the city—"

His warm lips capture mine. My breathing hitches as I melt toward Duncan's chest. When we finally break our kiss, he says, "Let's go for a walk."

"OK."

The moon is barely a sliver, leaving the sky black as space with thousands of twinkling stars. Duncan leads me toward the barn, but instead of going in, we go around to the back.

"I've never been as happy to see anyone as I was you in that bar."

I smile. "You didn't seem like it when you turned. You looked kinda angry."

"I thought you were another woman hitting on me or your brother or cousin..."

My chest fills with pride that he didn't want me to be one of those women. "I admit I was a little freaked out at what I'd find."

Duncan takes us to two old lawn chairs. They look a little rusty as he unfolds them. "Do you think these will hold us?" he asks.

"One way to find out." I gingerly sit on the old nylon weaving.

Duncan does the same. Other than a few stretch noises and creaks they seem to hold. "Why?"

"Why what?" I ask.

"Why were you freaked out?"

I shrug and look out over the field, up to the stars.

"Kimbra?"

I sigh. "Duncan, I know this is pretend, but I didn't want to find you with another woman wrapped all over you. I didn't want my fantasy to end, not yet."

From the light of the stars I see his chiseled chin, protruding brow and cheeks as they rise in a smile. God. He's so handsome. I don't have any right to hold him back. He's a player. It's who he is. Asking him not to be is like asking the river to flow backward.

Duncan reaches for my hand. "Turning and seeing you was my fantasy. Remember? You said this is pretend. I'm the one who called it a fantasy. Let me enjoy it, too."

"But doesn't Duncan Willis enjoy having beautiful women draped all over him?"

"Right now, he's very much enjoying one beautiful woman. And I brought you back here to do just that."

"Oh? What is that?"

"To have you draped all over me."

"You're insatiable!" I laugh.

"Only when it comes to you."

I stand, but before Duncan can, I drop to my knees in front of him. "I think it's my turn," I say as I reach for the belt on his jeans. Damn, he looks great in jeans. He looks hot in a suit too.

By the time I release his zipper, his cock has grown hard. I reach for it and run my hands over the tightening skin. Licking my lips I watch as a small amount of cum leaks from the slit on the crown, the cum glistening in the starlight.

"Kimbra, you don't—"

I don't let him finish as I greedily suck his cock, sheathing my teeth with my lips and taking him all the way to the back of my throat. Up and down my head bobs as I lick and suck. His taste is salty and tangy, a unique flavor. As I continue to blow him, I notice how his hands grip the arms of the chair, not pushing or directing me, but allowing me to go at my own speed.

His legs tense as his pressure builds. His fingers blanch against the aluminum arms and I wonder if he could bend them if he tried. The air fills with a pop as I come off his tip. "Use me"—I direct his hand to my hair—"I want you to fuck my mouth, like you've let me ride yours."

Duncan's growl sends shivers throughout my body as he twists his long fingers through my hair. No longer in control, my lips suck as he guides my head, pushing me down until I'm sure I'll choke, only to release me and then do it again. With each assertion, my pussy clenches, wanting its own relief, but happy that I have this man on the edge of ecstasy.

Stream after stream of cum fills my mouth and coats my throat as I drink his seed. It isn't until I've licked him clean, his long, thick dick, balls, and even the small slit, dipping my tongue to get every last drop, that I finally sit up. When our eyes meet, I smile and lick my lips.

"Tell me, Kimbra, did you cum?"

Since his cock was just in my mouth, his question no longer seems inappropriate.

"I'm wet, but no, I didn't cum."

He takes my hand in his and pulls me forward. Our lips unite as his tongue searches for his own taste. When he releases me, he stands, adjusts his cock in his jeans, and says, "Let's go upstairs and I'll do what I can to rectify that situation."