CHAPTER 23 - Amon

" W e've been driving a long time, Amon."

I side-eye my date, grinning. "We have."

"Are you gonna tell me where we're going? And why didn't you let me change?"

"Don't worry. I packed you an overnight bag."

Even in the approaching darkness her face lights up. "You packed a bag for me?"

"I sure did. And look, here we are." I slow the truck down and turn right onto a long driveway that leads through the hills of Virginia.

Rosie nearly misses the sign, so she turns in her seat to catch a final glimpse of it. Then she looks at me. "The Dixie Yonder? Isn't that the fancy-fancy place where Clover Bradley works?"

"It sure is."

She leans back in her seat and crosses her arms, but she's smiling. "An out-of-town, overnight date."

"It's a big step, isn't it?"

She giggles. "Baby steps are overrated."

"Agreed."

I park the truck, text Clover, and we get out. She appears just as I'm slipping two bags out of the back of the truck.

"Rosie Harlow!" Clover exclaims. "I haven't seen you in years!" They hug and chat, and ignore me for a good three minutes. But finally Clover turns to me. "And Amon Parrish. My, my, my. The boys are back in town, aren't they?" She winks at Rosie. "And it appears that you and Lowyn have snatched them both up lickety-split." Clover gives me a playful punch in the arm. "Who's left for me, Amon?"

"Nice to see you again, Clover. And I figure a pretty girl like you has her hands full of handsome men up here in the big city."

"Big city." She nearly snorts. "You're hilarious." Then she hooks her arm into Rosie's and tugs her towards a path that leads into the trees. "Come on now. Your love shack is a-waitin'." She winks at me over her shoulder and I just smile and follow.

The cottage is everything a woman might want for a romantic night away. It's an outbuilding from days gone by. Some kind of carriage house, maybe. Made of brick that's been painted white and dotted with shuttered windows, it's something right out of a fairytale.

Clover opens the door, revealing a warm and inviting room lit up with candles. "You two have yourselves a real good time now." Then she squeezes Rosie's arm and turns away, walking back the way we came.

I pan a hand to the door, inviting Rosie in, and even in the rapidly fading light I can see her blush. Her garden-party dress is a soft white color and my security outfit is a tan suit, so we look like a power couple straight out of the pages of Gatsby .

As she walks through the door, her arm brushes up against my chest and I feel a powerful hunger to rip her clothes off and stick her on top of me.

But I take a breath. There's no need to rush. We've got all night and the date doesn't stop there.

The door closes with a soft click behind me as I come inside the cottage and Rosie turns to face me. Her breasts heave as she sucks in a deep breath and then she lets it out real slow.

My eyes are locked on hers and we stare at each other for a few moments. Then I say, "This isn't gonna be quick."

Which makes her laugh, and relax, and then she's smiling. "Good. I was countin' on it taking all night."

And now I'm grinning, but also taking off my jacket. I toss it in the direction of an antique chair and take a step forward as I unbutton my vest. She's watching my fingertips as one by one the buttons come undone. Then I toss that aside as well.

I'm only a couple of paces from her now and she's startin' to fidget. Like she's not sure what to do. "Just watch," I say. "That's your job right now, Rosie Gray Eyes. Just watch." And as I say that, I unbutton my shirt. Again, her gaze falls to my fingertips and I swear, she leans forward a little, trying to get a better look at my chest in the moment before I open the shirt up and slip it down my arms.

Now I'm only wearing pants and shoes and this is when I close the distance between us. I take her hands, place one of them over my hard cock and bring the other up to my lips so I can kiss her fingers.

We're staring at each other as all this happens and then she leans in, her hand on my dick, squeezing it and playin' with it. At the same time, I place her other hand on my cheek. She holds me like that, gazing into my eyes as she grips my cock.

Now that her hands are busy and mine are free, I unbuckle my belt, unbutton the pants, and push them down my hips just enough to let my long, thick cock spring out.

Her hand repositions, gripping my shaft. She starts jerking me off and I find a growl rumbling up from my chest.

"I want you so bad," I say, looking right into those gray eyes.

"Then take me. I'm yours, Amon. All yours."

I lean in and kiss her. Soft at first, like a dainty appetizer. But when I reach down and help her jerk me off—making her grip me harder and move faster—the kiss turns into something more akin to an insatiable hunger.

I pull back, turn her around so she's facing the end of the bed, and then I place my hand on her back, right between her shoulder blades. Here I am gentle, and I don't push. Because I don't want her to do anything she's not ready for.

But she's ready. Because she bends over without me even saying a single word of encouragement or pressing down on her back in the slightest.

She's ready.

And once she's settled face down on the mattress, I'm ready too.

I grab the silky hem of her garden-party dress and slowly drag it up her thighs. She's wearing nylons. The kind with garters, of course. And this is so fuckin' sexy, I take a step back and just look at her. Those creamy thighs. The way the elastic of the hose is tight around her leg and how it cuts into the skin just the slightest bit.

Her panties are white, as are the garters. And they are silky. I slip my fingers between her legs, massaging her until those pretty panties are all wet and she lets out a moan.

Then I push them aside and push my finger into all that slick juice.

I lean in, rubbing my cock on her hip as I finger her. She's breathing hard, her hands balled up into fists as they grip the comforter on the bed.

I pull her panties down, just enough to expose her ass cheeks, and then I slap them. Once on each side. A loud crack sounds off twice in nearly the same moment and Rosie lets out a gasp. And when I look down, her cheeks are bright red with my handprints.

"Sometimes even a good girl needs a good spankin'."

She laughs a little, trying to look over her shoulder so she can find my eyes. I lean down, covering her, grinding my cock into her ass, and press my mouth against her shoulder, giving it a little bite.

Another gasp, but this time it's more of a hiss.

But she doesn't tell me to stop. In fact, when she turns her head so we're eye to eye, she says, "Do it again."

"Which part? The spankin' or the bitin'?"

"Both." And then she spreads her legs wider, and stretches her arms up the bed, and arches her back.

Daring me? Teasing me?

Doesn't matter. All I see is an invitation.

I take a step back, lift her skirt back up to reveal her ass, place both my hands on her hips and bend down. Dragging her panties down with me.

Her legs are spread too wide to take them all the way down to her knees, but I like 'em half on, half off. It's sexy.

I lean in, bite her ass cheek—hard. Hard enough to make her hiss again—and then spread her cheeks and give her a lick.

She about loses her mind right here. She starts wiggling and fussing. But I was counting on that and I give her a quick slap across her left cheek. Her round ass was beginning to pale after the last one, but now it brightens up all red again.

I slap the other side, evening things up. And then slip my fingers between her legs and fuck her until she's panting, and writhing, and begging for my dick.

"Fuck me," she's saying. "Fuck me."

And I'm tellin' her, "I am, Rosie. I am." But she wants my cock.

And this is what she tells me next. "I want your dick, Amon. I want you inside."

"And I want you to come all over my fingers, Rosie. Then, and only then, will you get the cock."

She wriggles. Hard enough that I have to step back and let her move. Her hands are still bound as she turns to face me, but she hops up on the bed and then opens her legs for me. "If that's how you want it, then that's how I want it." She nods her head to her open legs and then she lowers herself back onto the bed.

I smile at her audacity. And I am happy to oblige. My hands find their way between her knees, opening them up wider. Then I reach for those silky panties and rip them right down the middle.

Her pussy is manicured and pretty. It's glistening with her desire and her little button is all swollen and engorged with blood, ready for my lips to grab it and suck.

I lean down and the moment I start licking her, she goes wild. Her hands gripping my hair, her legs clamping against my head, and her back arching up. She is moaning, and panting, and acting like a wild woman.

I suck on those juices, licking her and lapping at her like I'm eating ice cream.

Her orgasm is nearly immediate and I watch her face—eyes closed tightly—as she clenches her teeth and lifts her chin up as the wave of pleasure floods her body.

When she's done, she lets out a long breath and opens her eyes back up. Smiling at me.

I stand up, pump my dick a few times, then grab her hips and pull her towards me. My dick slides inside her, the walls of her pussy gripping me tight, and then I fuck her.

Hard, thrusting into her. Then soft, leaning down on top of her so I can bite her nipples as I squeeze her breasts.

I fuck her until she's whining, and moaning, and sweaty, and spent.

And then I fuck her some more. Pulling out at the last minute so I can come all over her thighs.

I stare at her, catching my breath, and then I get a towel from the bathroom, make it all warm, and clean her up. When that's done, I bend down and release her garters, pulling the ripped panties away from her body, and then I stand her up and take off her dress and bra.

She undresses me too, telling me to sit down in the nearest chair as she takes off my shoes and socks. Then she offers me her hand, stands me up, and slides my pants down.

When we're both naked, she grabs me by the cock, gives it a nice tug, and leads me over to the bed. We get in, and I pull her on top of me, and we have a nice slow fuck with lots of kissing.

This time the climax is more subdued. Quieter, for sure. But nicer too. Because she lets me come inside her this time and when we're both done, she slides off to the side and we just fall asleep in each other's arms.