38. Montana

38

Montana

I hold Gunner’s hand while he drives us back home. We haven’t said a word to each other since we got back in the car, but the way his thumb strokes the side of my hand lets me know he’s enjoying our comfortable silence as much as I am.

It’ll be the middle of September soon, and the leaves are finally starting to fall. I think about Violet and what she’s doing right now, and I smile remembering that we’re going to have Skye with us soon too.

When we drive past our road, I squeeze Gunner’s hand, wondering if he’s paying attention. “Where are we headed to?”

He looks down at me and smiles. “It’s a surprise.”

“What is it?”

He rolls his eyes and faces the road. “Montana Elizabeth, it would not be a surprise if I told you what it was. ”

I drag my fingers up and down his arm slowly. “Can I have a hint?”

He smirks. “Your hint is that you’ll stay quiet until we get there and enjoy what I have planned. If you spoil my surprise, I’m taking you home and spanking you for being so damn bad.”

I pinch his leg playfully. “Well, you owe me a spanking if I behave.”

He bursts into laughter, gripping the wheel with both hands as he speeds ahead.

When we get about twenty minutes past home, he pulls off the main road into a small strip with local stores I’m not familiar with. After we park and get out of the car, he leads me up to a flower shop.

I hold his hand while we walk inside, inhaling the fresh fragrance from the blooms. We meander through the shop, looking at the different selections and flower accessories they have.

I lean into Gunner while my eyes roam around the room. “It’s beautiful here.”

He kisses the top of my head. “It is.”

The lady from the checkout counter comes up to us, asking if we need any help. I think that Gunner’s going to tell her we’re alright when he makes a request out of nowhere. “I’d like four dozen assorted tulips. ”

She goes away to get his order ready, and I pull him to the side. “What are those for?”

“They’re for you, Montana.”

I stand there dumbfounded. The flowers are brought out a few minutes later, and I can barely hold all of them in my hands. Gunner pays a crazy amount of money for all forty-eight buds, and I can’t stop laughing when we get back to the car. “I’ve never had this many flowers given to me in my life.”

He takes a whiff of his purchase, looking pleased. “I’ve never bought that many flowers at a single time.”

I hold the overflowing bouquet as best as I can while we head in the opposite direction, past home again. “Where to now?”

Gunner ignores me like I haven’t said a word, and I sit quietly, enjoying the ride while we head to the city.

I grip Gunner’s arm like a nervous child while we walk through a sex store. He walks around slowly, inspecting everything. “Have you ever used a vibrator, Montana?”

“No. ”

Gunner stops in his tracks in front of a lime green dildo with antennas on it. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” I whisper. “I lived with my father up until seven months ago, and I was always worried he’d hear it if I got one. He stopped by my room unannounced a lot. So no. I’ve never tried one.”

He shakes his head, smiling. “We’ll get you something to try today. And if you like it, we’ll come back soon and try out some others.”

“Okay.” I walk beside him, letting him be my guide while he takes me down an aisle of remote-controlled gadgets. There’s a plethora of options. I wouldn’t know where to begin with picking something.

Gunner shows me a wide range of vibrating dildos and thrusters, but they’re all a little intimidating. Especially the ones bigger than his dick. I rub my arms nervously. “I think I’d prefer to start with something we can use together?”

He wraps his arm around me and leads me in the next aisle with options that seem mostly external. Picking up a tiny white box, he hands it to me. “This is a bullet vibrator. You can use it alone, or we can use it together. You can wear it in your pussy while I fuck your ass for example.”

I blush, looking around to see if anyone heard him, and he laughs, showing me something else. “We’re the only ones in here, Montana.” He passes me another box. “This is a cock ring. I can wear it around my dick, and you can press your pussy against that vibrating piece right there while you ride me. It stimulates your clit, and it’ll make you come very fast.”

“Cock ring. Got it.”

I put the box back on the shelf, and he shows me two others. “These are butt plugs. They have non-vibrating ones, but these vibrate. You can keep it in your ass while we’re in any position.”

Out of everything I’ve seen, this is the one thing I’m sold on so far. “Can I have the red one?”

Gunner smiles with satisfaction. “Of course. The red will look fantastic in you.”

We go further down the row while he teaches me what a million different things are. At the end of the row are very big boxes with devices that look like microphones. Gunner grabs my hips and pulls me in front of him. “These are massage wands. I can use this all over your body, but you might like having it up against your clit while I’m inside you.” He points to one on the top shelf. “That red one would go great with your butt plug.”

I glance up at the object, both eager and intimidated to try it. Gunner squeezes my shoulders, giving me encouragement. “Let’s get it. Let’s see if you like it, and if you don’t, you never have to use it again. ”

“Okay. I want to try it.”

He gives my ass a discreet squeeze before he reaches up to grab it. When we exit the aisle, he leads me toward the register, but something stands out to me in the corner. His eyes follow mine, and when he sees the red paddle, he walks me over to it. “Do you want me to use this on you?”

I dust my fingers over the shiny leather and neat stitching, impressed with the craftsmanship and stunned by the beauty. While I’m terrified of belts, something about this doesn’t seem so bad. “I do. And, it matches everything else I have.”

Gunner picks it up, looking it over. “I can’t wait to whip you into shape with this.”

My pussy twitches, and my desire to get back home increases. When we get to the checkout, he grabs some extra lube and pays, and then we take everything back to the car. I bury myself back underneath my tulips, smiling to myself the entire way home.

I sit at the kitchen table, unboxing my new gadgets while Gunner gets my flowers secured in three vases. After the blooms are lined up on the counter by the window, he takes my electronically-powered sex store finds, leaving the paddle in front of me, and starts washing them off. “Remove your dress, Montana.”

My brow lifts with confusion. “Do you want me to go upstairs?”

He sets the butt plug aside, working on the massage wand. “No. I want you to stand up from the table, take off your dress, and get on top of it.”

I glance at the shiny paddle that reflects under the chandelier and stand up slowly, slipping my cozy sweater dress past my shoulders and down to my heels.

Standing in just a white cotton bra and underwear, I climb onto the table carefully, sitting on the beige tablecloth. He comes over to the table and steps behind me, patting my hip. “Sit on your heels.”

I get seated, and I feel him slowly pull down my panties, leaving them bunched around my thighs. Gunner doesn’t say a word to me while he parts my cheeks, squeezing some lube between them. I shift and hear the table creak, but he slides a finger between my seam like everything’s alright. “Don’t worry. It won’t break.”

I’m not sure if I believe him, but he knows this table better than I do, so I put my trust in hoping this thing is sturdy enough. His warm fingers bring me calm, and when he slides his index finger in, my body starts to droop .

Gunner fingers my asshole slowly. It’s a little sore from yesterday, but I think I can handle the plug. His hand that isn’t in my asshole comes around my front, holding the red accessory between his fingers. “Open your mouth.”

“I thought it was supposed to go in my ass.”

He fingers me deeper. “It will. But it’s going in your mouth first. Open and suck, baby.”

I part my lips, sticking out my tongue, and he slides the toy into my mouth while I wrap my lips around it, sucking and coating it with my spit. When he’s had enough, he pulls it out of my mouth and presses a kiss to my neck. “You’re getting ready to come more times than you ever have in your life, Montana.”

“How many times?” The most I’ve ever come in a day is four times with my fingers and pillows. I can’t imagine more than that.

Gunner removes his finger and slips the toy between my cheeks, pressing it against my opening slowly. “As many times as it takes until you say milkshake.”

I whimper when he starts to slide it in, but I remind myself that I had something bigger in me yesterday. This butt plug definitely wasn’t the smallest in the store, but it’s not as thick and long as the man pushing it in me, so I know I can handle it.

Once it’s all the way in, I give it a squeeze, feeling full and moderately comfortable. “How long do I have to keep it in for?”

He pulls my panties back up over my hips. “I’ll take it out when you pass out.”

Not wanting to back down from the challenge, I agree, and he slips his hand in my panties just to turn on the plug.

“Whoa.”

Gunner lifts the paddle, twirling it in his hands. “I know. You’ve never felt anything like it.” I want to confirm, but I don’t get a chance to before he rears back and claps my ass with the paddle.

“Fuck, I’m so wet right now.”

He unclips my bra, pulling it off my shoulders and tossing it to the floor. “I know you are. I want you dripping, Montana. I want your panties to get so heavy from your soaked pussy, and then I want to watch it spill out and pour down your pretty legs.”

When he smacks my other cheek, my tits shake, and he bends down to pull one of my nipples into his mouth. After the quickest suck, his lips pull away, and he flicks my left nipple with his tongue, alternating licks with spankings to my left butt cheek .

My knees ache on the hard table, but the sensations I’m feeling are too good to care. Each flick and every spank bring me a little closer to where I want to be. “Gunner.”

He bites my nipple. “What’s the highest amount of times you’ve come in a day, Montana?”

I try to keep my body as still as possible, not wanting to disrupt the pleasant feeling building inside me. “Four.”

Gunner smacks my right ass cheek and moves around the table to flick my right nipple with his tongue. “You won’t get my cock until you come at least four times.”

My body is in that place. Right where that feeling is about to rush over and make my body twitch and my back arch. “I’m so close, baby. Please, keep licking me.”

Gunner bends over so he can lick both of my tits while he claps both of my ass cheeks. It takes seconds before I explode, my ass twitching around the vibrating plug while I collapse onto my hands and knees on the table.

My man doesn’t let up, slapping my ass repeatedly with the paddle while I shake uncontrollably. My rib is still sore, but I’m more focused on the experience I’m getting that’s unlike anything I’ve had before.

After ten spanks on each cheek, I’m nearing the edge again, but I need more. Gunner rubs the paddle up and down between my thighs and slips his hand in my panties to turn up the vibrator. “Tell me what your pussy needs, little fox, and maybe you’ll get it.”

I feel myself start to leak out of my panties just like he told me he wanted me to. “I need you to touch my clit.”

Gunner hums low. “Hmm. I’ll touch your clit. But not with my fingers. You haven’t earned those yet.” He slaps the inside of my legs with the paddle. “Spread your thighs.”

I open my legs wider, and I feel the paddle press against my clit. His fingers slide over my ass crack again to increase the plug intensity, and I move my hips back and forth quickly, gritting my teeth while my second orgasm rips through, making my toes curl while I grip the tablecloth.

The paddle slips inside my panties, rubbing in my juices, and then it’s dragged down my thighs, coating me in my cum.

“Such a good girl. Two more, and you’ll get to wrap that soaked pussy around my dick. You’ll give me two more, won’t you?”

I nod my head eagerly, and he helps me lie on my back, pulling my panties down my legs. When I look up at him, he’s licking and sucking the soaked fabric, moaning at the taste of me on his tongue.

“You taste so sweet, baby. I love swallowing your honey.”

I reach for him, wanting more. “Make me come again. I need to feel you inside me. ”

Gunner grabs my massage wand, hovering it over my clit. “I’m getting ready to ruin all other vibrators for you.”

I bend my knees and hold them close to my chest. “You’ve already ruined all other cocks for me.”

He slaps my pussy with his bare hand. “And don’t you ever fucking forget it. I’m the first and last man who will ever taste, touch, smell, or come in this cunt, baby. It belongs to me.”

“It belongs to you,” I repeat back, staring at the wand I’m desperate to feel.

He turns it on, gently tapping it to my clit then pulling away, back to back while I get used to the gadget. “This is a treat, Montana. Don’t let me wake up in the middle of the night to you using this thing. If your pussy needs attention, you’ll reach for my cock. And you’ll get this only when you’ve been a very good girl.”

I lick my lips when he brings it closer to me. “Have I been a good girl?”

He smiles and presses the toy against me, angling it in different directions. “The very best.”

I scream out into our house when I feel it on me again, shuddering on the table. Gunner rotates it around my pussy lips and my clit until it’s soaked, and when I wrap my legs around his arm, he gives me a little more pressure, pulling the orgasm from within me .

I’m tearing up when he finally pulls away, and he bends down, swirling his tongue over my tenderness and through my seam. “That’s my girl. One more, and you can have me any way you want me.”

He sucks on my clit tenderly, and I shut my eyes, feeling like I’m barely hanging on. “I don’t know if I have another in me.”

His lips pull away, licking up my thighs and over my vulva. “You do. You can do it.”

I don’t feel as confident as he does about this, but I don’t feel like protesting.

Standing up, he puts the wand back over me, and I bite my tongue at the sensitivity. Gunner’s eyes darken while he presses a little harder. “Does it feel like it’s too much?”

I try to wiggle away from him. “Yeah.”

He wraps his hand around my ankle, holding me in place. “Come for me again, and you’ll get a break.”

My clit starts to ache, and I clench my thighs together. “I might pass out before then.”

He presses a little harder, rotating the handle again. “Then I guess you’ll just pass out.”

I rock back and forth against the force, pushing through the pain. After a minute, it starts to feel good again, and I groan pleasantly, knowing I’m close .

Gunner slows his circles to my liking. “I knew you could do it. You’re right there, honey. Give it to me, little fox. Make that pussy work for me.” I press my lips together while my fourth orgasm burns through. I feel wetness between my ass cheeks, and when I look down, I realize I’ve squirted.

“I’m so proud of you, Montana. Look at the mess you made for me.”

I look around the table, seeing my sticky fluids everywhere. “I didn’t know sex could be like that.”

He blushes and steps between my legs, kissing me softly. “I didn’t know either, little fox.”

I sit in the bath with Gunner while he washes my feet. I haven’t got his cock yet, but I’ve been promised it once we get back in bed. The sponge moves over my calves slowly, and once they’re clean, he grabs my thighs, pulling me closer to him. “When you’re feeling a little better, we’ll take that trip to Seattle to your apartment, and while we’re there, we’ll go house shopping. ”

I’m looking forward to going out of town again soon. I love traveling with Gunner, and it’ll be nice to pick out our new home. “What about the ranch?”

He looks around the room and sighs. “I have a realtor coming a day from now. If that’s alright with you. We’ll sell this and maybe get something a little smaller. Big enough for crops and our horses with enough space for business, but less animals.”

I rest my ankle on his shoulder while he washes between my legs. “I can’t wait. I’m looking forward to having a little farm with you and our horses.”

He kisses my dripping ankle and grabs my hand. “I think we’ll be a lot happier somewhere new.”

I lower my leg, wrapping it around his waist while he pulls me onto him, holding me close. I press my lips to his, and his tongue slides in my mouth, tasting the fresh orange juice he squeezed for me before we came in here.

Our candle starts to flicker, and when our kiss turns into humping, Gunner starts to drain the bath. “Dry off and get in bed. Then you’ll give me orgasm number five before we go to sleep.”

I stand up slowly with his help, grabbing my towel, and head back to the room .

It doesn’t take us long to dry off, and when I get in bed, Gunner’s right behind me, sliding in under the covers. “I want you on top, little fox.”

My ass is sore and my legs are tender, but my pussy’s still wet, so I climb on top of him anyway. His warm hands find my legs, and he helps me slide onto him slowly, taking it easy after the torture he put me through today.

“Mmm. Montana Elizabeth,” he moans. I glance down at him, getting high off the smile on his face.

“I can’t believe you haven’t come a single time today, cowboy.” I start with a simple rock of my hips with him inside me, using his dick to get me wetter.

His eyes roll back and his mouth falls open. “I’ve been saving up all day for you.”

I bounce lightly while his fingers roam my stomach, tracing the lines of my body. “Who knew you could be so patient?”

His fingers slide higher, gripping my nipples and tugging on them, then stretching outward and cupping me. “I’m not. But I’m trying to be for you, sweet girl.”

I roll my hips in circles, taking him exactly how I want him. “What do you need me to do for you? I want to make you feel good too.”

He squeezes my tits harder. “Just keep bouncing that tight fucking pussy on my cock. I’m gonna come as soon as you do. Milk me dry, baby. This is your cock, and I’m here to serve you.”

I rest my hands on his chest, moaning, and he slaps my tits. “Keep going, girl. This cunt is my favorite thing in the world. You’re so pretty bouncing up and down on me.”

“Fuck.”

“I know, honey. Your pussy’s so sore and it needs rest, but you’re gonna come for me first. Just keep grinding that pretty little clit on me, and you’ll get there. I could watch you do this all night. You’re pussy might just put me to sleep.” He grins. “But even if it does, don’t you stop fucking me.”

“Touch me, Gunner. I’m getting so close. I need your hands on me.”

He slides his hands to my ass, squeezing my cheeks. “Tell me where to touch you. You want me to rub your little nub? Play with your tits?”

I shake my head, trying to find my words.

“Do you want my finger in your ass? Does my filthy girl need a finger in her ass to come?”

I nod my head aggressively. “Yes. Please, Gunner.”

He chuckles at my eagerness while his eyes dilate. One of his hands leaves my ass just so he can suck on his middle finger, coating it and getting it wet with his spit. Then he drags it around the base of his shaft, wiping up my wetness, and when his finger is dripping, he slips his finger between my cheeks, sliding it into my hole slowly.

“I love the way your ass grips me, Montana.”

I give his finger a squeeze while I ride, and he smiles. “Do that again.”

I squeeze him repeatedly, grinding and bouncing while my tits shake in his face. “You make me do things I never dreamed of, cowboy.”

He licks his lips while he pants, using everything he has to keep it together, sliding his finger deeper and spinning it around. “I’m gonna teach you so much more, little fox. You’re going to be my personal little fuck toy to use and enjoy however and whenever I want.” His smile widens. “And I’m gonna be yours.”

I rub my nipples slowly, feeling my body get weaker and my orgasm get closer. “I can’t wait to use your body every day.”

His nostrils flare, and his finger slides in and out of me faster. “I can’t wait to use yours.”

That does it. I cease all movements, holding myself still silently, and Gunner grits his teeth. “Fuck, I can feel you pulsing around me, baby.” He grunts, and then I feel his body vibrating below me, his cum filling me up while his hips take over .

We grab each other’s hands, riding our high together, and when I finally lift my knees, his seed pours down my legs.

Gunner eases me off him while he stands up, and after a moment, he returns with a warm cloth to wipe my thighs, not making me go to sleep with sticky legs. There’s still some of him in my pussy, but he leaves it there, wanting it leaking out in the night.

After he comes back from the bathroom, he hops back in bed with my bonnet, pulling it over my head, and I wiggle my body up to him, pressing my head against his chest. His warm arms cocoon me, tracing circles on my back. “I love you so much, Montana.”

I kiss the center of his chest, feeling his heartbeat. “I love you too, Gunner.”

Our hearts start to slow and we breathe evenly again, coming down from the marathon we just finished. My eyes drift around Gunner’s rustic room, taking in the wood-paneled walls, arched ceiling, and handmade furniture. He bundles the warm quilt higher around us, and all I can think about is how cozy it’ll be to snuggle up by a fire with him in a couple of months.

He kisses my hairline, massaging my arms while he pulls me closer. “You are a damn hot water bottle, Montana. How are you so warm?”

With his arms keeping me covered, I could stay warm with his body alone. “I could say the same thing about you.”

He slides a hand higher, rubbing my neck. “I hope you enjoy your new toys.”

The day has felt so long that my time on the kitchen table almost feels like it was yesterday. “I really do.”

“Good.” He rubs his thumb over my cheek and down the column of my neck. “I hope you’ve had a good day.”

Today has been a day unlike any other, but that’s everyday with Gunner. I was nervous when I woke up, remembering what I’d requested we do this morning. I couldn’t get back to sleep when I woke up before Gunner, so I put on something sexy to make him breakfast and to try to get myself in a good mood. Then when we went to see Margaret, I broke down, being in the place she last was and having the chance to honor her.

I had no idea what the rest of the day would be like, but I didn’t know that I’d be gifted a custom bouquet made by my favorite guy. And things just got more and more fun from there. I stroke his soft lips with my fingers, brushing my thumb against his stubble that’s turning back into a beard. “I had a beautiful day. Thank you.”

He grabs my palm, kissing my fingertips. “I should be thanking you. ”

“What for?”

He kisses my thumb. “For being so damn sexy.” His lips press against my index finger. “For not murdering me in my sleep during our first few days together.” I laugh, and he sucks my middle finger. “For being such a damn good lover.” My cheeks heat, and he kisses my ring finger. “For giving me your love that I’m not worthy of.” He flicks my pinky with his tongue. “For having the biggest heart, and for accepting mine.”

I don’t even realize my eyes are watering until he wipes them, kissing my nose and lips when he does.

“I’m never gonna feel this way about anyone else for the rest of my life, Gunner.”

“I know. I feel the exact same way about you. There is no one else for me, Montana. You couldn’t be more made for me if I built you myself.”

My laughter gets me another kiss. “I guess you’re stuck with me forever then, cowboy.”

He smirks. “You’re the one who’s stuck with me.”

We sit in silence, snuggling and smelling each other until I start to get sleepy. “Will you sing me to sleep?”

He tucks my forehead under his chin. “Are you still having nightmares? ”

I try to think of the last time I had the nightmare, and I can’t remember. “No. I just love your voice and want to hear it.”

He makes a pleased sound. “I love your voice more, Montana Elizabeth.”

I laugh softly. “You really like saying my name, don’t you?”

“I fucking love it.”

I love hearing my name roll off his tongue. “How come you never include my last name?” My last name is from a man who’s dead to me. Literally and figuratively. But it’s still a part of me, no matter how much I dislike it.

He looks into my eyes with a glint in his. “Because I hate your goddamn last name, Montana Elizabeth. And I’m thinking it’s time we change it. To Winter.”