He held out his hand and Vicki accepted it, tucking up against his body.

She tilted her head back to meet his gaze. “Hmm, okay, see you should have told me you were starting with this kind of thing. I would have been over here a lot faster.”

“You need to trust me, remember?” He leaned down and kissed her, just because he could.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and responded eagerly, their tongues tangling as a rush of lust poured through his limbs. Her lips were soft under his, but she gave willingly as he demanded more, taking the kiss deeper, a little rougher. Her enthusiastic response, that strange blend of inexperience and fiery passion Vicki seemed to bring to everything she did, set his body on fire.

Joel grabbed her around the ass and lifted her, dragging their bodies together and swallowing her low groan of pleasure.

When he set her on the top railing and moved back a space, she sighed. “Damn, I like kissing you.”

He tugged her forward until she was perched on the rail, more held by his body than anything else. “Good. Because today you get your reward first.”

She eyed their surroundings. “We’re gonna fool around right out in the open? You’re just daring your family to catch us going at something, aren’t you?”

Joel shrugged. “After last Sunday, I don’t think any of them are going to give us shit whatever we do. My dad was pretty plain about that. But honestly, there’s no one around. Everyone said they had things to do in town, so we’re safe.”

Vicki stared at their bodies, at the intimate position with him stepped up close between her spread thighs. “If you say so, but damn if this doesn’t look like a compromising situation.”

She had no idea. “Lift your head up, darling, and let me at those sweet lips.”

Desire rushed between them, and while he longed for skin on skin, this wasn’t a bad place to be. The late-fall sun tried its best, but mainly body heat kept them warm. Vicki opened her mouth as he caught her by the back of the neck. She slipped her tongue along his lower lip then put her teeth to it gently. All the little things he’d done to her the last times they’d kissed, she proved she’d learned damn well.

It was fun, but not where he was going with this lesson. Joel dragged his lips from hers and worked to calm his breathing. “You’re too tempting. Now turn around and stand on the second railing.”

Vicki frowned but with his help squirmed her way into position. “What are you up to, Joel Coleman?”

“Hmmm, you’ll see.” He lowered his hand to her ass and squeezed. “Damn, I guessed right. You’re the perfect height now.”

Her words came out a touch breathless. “Perfect height for what?”

Joel stepped in closer, meshing their bodies together. “A little exploration.”

He took off his hat and hung it on the post next to them. When he tucked his head down along her neckline he didn’t have to concentrate on anything but her. On the way his cock pressed tight to her legs, on the taste of her skin as he licked her neck.

She shivered. “Okay, so far this lesson is going fine.”

“This isn’t the lesson.” He nipped her ear lobe and she squeaked. “Here’s the lesson. You tell me what’s in front of you while I distract you.”

“It’s a contest?” She wiggled her ass, and he was the one to groan in frustration. “I like contests. Love winning even more.”

“Don’t count your chickens ahead of time, darling.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder, their mouths only inches away. “I have to describe what I see? Not very challenging.”

“Best out of three tries,” Joel whispered. “You ready?”

“Do it.” Vicki planted a quick kiss on his cheek before straightening and grabbing the top railing with both hands. She turned to the barn and started. “There’s a fence around a dirt area. I’m standing on the railing, and the ends of the fence are attached to the north and south barn walls.”

“Doing great. Keep going.” Joel took a deep breath. Planted his hands on her hips and moved in for some fun.

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.”

He’d reached her curls. The top of her mound. The sensation of someone else’s fingers slipping through her folds had her legs quivering. She adjusted her stance to give him more room.

His cheek rested on hers, their breathing nowhere near synchronized as she tried to suck in enough oxygen to fight the spinning in her brain. The tortuous touch to her breasts had resumed as well. Sensory overload, and yet not nearly enough.

Joel pressed a finger deeper into her core and hummed in approval. “You like this. You’re hot and wet.”

She didn’t think that needed a response.

“I’m going to make you come, Vicki. All over my fingers. Your tight pussy is just waiting for me to play with you.” That finger slid deeper still, and she softened around him.