Excerpt
Unstrung
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Cara’s arms wrapped around him, Travis kicked over the clutch on his Harley and they rode off, Cara shivering in the wind, glad to be protected by the breadth of Travis’ back. He pulled off the main road, heading down a dirt path. The ride grew bumpier; Travis felt her grip on his waist tighten and grinned, gunning his bike over her muffled protests.
The dirt path opened to a field awash in late afternoon sun. Cara recognized one of the old local orchards by the heady scent of ripe apples before they arrived among the gnarled trees. Travis turned the bike off, holding it steady while Cara climbed down, not feeling so steady herself right now….
Travis pulled a couple of blankets out from the bag slung over his bike and took Cara’s hand. Neither of them said a word as he led her to a secluded spot under one of the apple trees. Travis tossed the blankets down and turned to her. The burn in his eyes caught her breath, his mouth pressing down on hers, his hands traveling down the length of her spine, cupping her buttocks and back again to catch her face between his hands. Cara felt a heat rising she never felt before, nerves on fire everywhere his hands traveled.
She wanted more.
Cara reached out to unzip his jeans, but he caught her hands.
“I don’t think so,” he said, his voice husky.
Confused, Cara looked up at him. He smiled at her scowl.
His eyes narrowed in mock annoyance. “You kept me waiting.”
“You were jail-bait,” she fired back.
“I turned eighteen months ago. Where were you?”
“Washing my hair.”
“For six months?”
“I have lots of hair.”
“Mmmhmmmm…,” Travis murmured, winding his fingers through Cara’s auburn lengths.
Annoyed at wanting him so, Cara stepped back as his mouth came down on hers, but his fingers, entwined in her hair, held her captive. Travis grinned, tightening his grip.
“Oh, so you think you’re the big man on campus now, sweeping me off my feet and carrying me off to…an apple orchard…,” Cara’s voice trailed off. Travis ignored her, intent on unhooking her bra.
“I don’t think so,” Cara said, working hard to stay annoyed while his tongue circled her ear.
“Oh, I do think so,” Travis murmured. He held her wrists together now in his right hand, his left finding its way under her shirt.
Cara seized the moment, twisting from his grasp – he stood, nonplused, her bra in his hand.
“Gotta catch me first, Travis.” And off she ran.
Travis took three strides with those impossibly long legs and caught her. She kicked out at him, knocking them off-balance – he held her to him as they tumbled to the ground.
Cara scrambled away but Travis moved faster, catching her arms and binding them with her bra. Before she could utter a word, he sat down with her body draped across his lap.
“Let me up,” she yelped.
“Don’t think so,” Travis said, enjoying her discomfiture.
Cara lay quiet, considering her options -- and bit Travis on the leg. Hard.
Travis felt her teeth pierce the heavy denim covering his well-muscled thigh, and his eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“Do that again, and I may have to spank you, Cara Chance.”
“Try.”
Travis Bredelow never did back away from a challenge….
He took less than a minute to hold her down, wrestle her jeans and panties to around her knees, and deliver a resounding slap to each butt cheek.
She felt the hard length of his cock straining for release, and she rolled over, both of them breathing heavy, Travis’ steady gaze meeting her own, his eyes so dark.
Travis hesitated, but Cara was done waiting too.
“Fuck me, Travis. Now.”
Travis pulled his shirt off, watching Cara struggle against the restraints binding her wrists. She wanted to pull him in her, to feel his strength in her, but Travis wouldn’t undo the knots he’d tied.
He slipped out of his own clothes and pulled her jeans and panties completely off, just her shirt between them now. Never taking his gaze from hers, he reached between them, tearing the flimsy material in two.
Travis sat down, pulling Cara onto his lap, thrusting his cock deep into her wet pussy. They came together, fast, Cara’s bound hands encircling his neck, his broad hands on her hips, grinding his length deep inside her.
Afterward, Cara lay against his warmth, her head nestled in the hollow beneath his left shoulder, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
“So when did you learn you liked spanking women?” she asked him, her voice a bit shy.
Travis smiled, kissing the top of her head. “I don’t. I do, however, very much enjoy spanking you, Cara Chance.”
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I'd love to hear what you think about Cara and Travis' first time ;)
Maria-Claire
Making Love from Payne... because, sometimes...Love Hurts
Available from Pink Petal Books: Unstrung
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