Page 69 of The Boy from Half Moon

I instinctively spread my legs wider and wrapped them around the back of his thighs, my hands searching until I found his muscular ass, gripping each generous ass cheek, pulling him in as we continued gyrating our hips.

“Ooohhhh,” he moaned, breathing harder. “Ooohhhh,” he repeated, his body weight pressing down hard on me.

The way he held me so close, yet so tenderly, had me losing my proverbial shit as he pushed buttons I’d forgotten I had. This was what turned me on. I wanted a bigger man to dominate me, manipulate me with his masculinity, and make love to me. Luke wasn’t inside of me, but I could easily imagine he was.

My fingers dug into his meaty ass as I lifted my hips from the bed and met every thrust of his with my own. When I’d just about met my limit, Luke moved his hands from behind my head and down to his sides, where he slid them between my ass and the mattress, his upper body pressing me to the mattress.

Once he’d secured an ass cheek in each hand, he lifted me off the bed and pumped. Pumped was the only way to describe his action. He was so strong as he gripped my ass that I relinquished all effort to lift myself while he literally pumped against me.

His action sent me straight to fantasy land on a bullet train of sexual lust. I had never been worked into such a frenzy. I imagined what it would be like when I had his huge cock buried in my ass and he was doing this. The thought was edging me ever closer to release.

“Oh, my god!” I moaned. “That’s it, Luke. Keep going,” I cried, my head tossing side to side. “Yeessss! Yeessss!” I bucked underneath him as my orgasm sent shock waves through my body, arriving with very little notice.

“Uunghhh!” he grunted, his body stiffening. “Ooohhhh. Ooohhhh,” he moaned, coming to a complete stop in motion as he gripped my butt cheeks harder just before one last thrust.

Anxiety entered my mind the moment we’d both achieved orgasm. What happens now? But I hadn’t anticipated his response. In fact, I was nowhere close.

Luke moved his mouth back to mine, and he kissed me tenderly. His hands went behind my head again, and he held me as we reconnected on a more intimate level. He seemed to need an emotional connection after such an animalistic act.

After several more minutes of tender kissing, he moved his hand to my forehead, moving sweaty hair to the side as he gazed at me. I wished that I could read minds because his face said so many things, while at once, saying nothing.

“Was that okay?” I whispered.

His eyes welled up, and he simply nodded. Whatever words I’d hoped for weren’t spoken, but somehow, I knew if he could speak, he’d say he was okay.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX: Luke

Tate dropped me off a half-mile from the gates of the ranch on Sunday afternoon. We’d spent the morning cooking delicious food while he drank coffee. He asked if I planned on drinking coffee if we lived together someday. All my brain heard was the ‘living together’ part. After some teasing, I took a sip of his black coffee, my nose scrunched up after swallowing.

“Nope!” I’d stated.

“There are creamers that make it taste better.”

“Nope,” I’d repeated.

Tate came around the kitchen island, wrapping his arms around me from behind. “Is this what being with you will be like?”

Here again, all I’d heard was the ‘being with you’ part.

I stood on the side of the road and watched Tate and his flashy car disappear into the distance. He said he wished I didn’t have to leave, and I said I wished I could stay. The sad reality was I had a family on the ranch who needed me. Disappearing one day to never return, which I’d often considered, just wasn’t possible. David needed me now more than ever, and Ma depended on me to help with David. Honestly, I was stuck.

I tried not to dwell on how Tate and I could be together full time. Besides, not knowing if he felt like I did, I wasn’t sure how one knew they were ready for marriage. On the ranch, Franklin decided who married after a proper courtship, and if he deemed the pairing settled, then you didn’t have options not to marry. The truth was that I wanted to marry Tate. I just hadn’t quite figured out how that would happen.

I’d turned eighteen nearly two years prior and Franklin still hadn’t given any indication of who, or when, I was to marry. I’d heard the murmurs and rumors from others, but nothing concrete. In fact, whenever the idea of me courting a particular girl and her family came up, he ignored the requests.

I wasn’t naïve to the fact that a few families had expressed the desire for me to marry into their households. One reason was that I figured the girl may have inquired with her father or the father knew what an asset I was as a worker. Either way, Franklin said nothing.

The last thing I needed now was an order to marry. The fact that I showed no interest in any girl on the ranch solved most of the problem, but I knew there was no way I could fly under the radar much longer.

The entire community was in the main hall when I entered an open gate from the road below. Today was Sunday, and the requirement was all-day worship. I wasn’t sure if Ma had asked of my whereabouts, but I assumed she wouldn’t inquire, considering if there was an issue, she’d want to protect me.

The dorm was quiet when I walked down the hall to our room. Most rooms were open, a requirement when unoccupied in case leadership wanted to perform a surprise visit for stuff we weren’t supposed to have. Most violations were the possession of books or magazines from outside the community, electronic devices, or, surprisingly, even alcohol.

When I came around the corner to our room, I found three council members standing outside the door. My mother and David were inside crying. As soon as Ma saw me standing outside the door, she burst from the room and into my arms.

“We’re being evicted, Luke,” she cried, sobbing and going limp in my arms.

“It’s all your fault, Luke,” David said, joining us in the hall. “Franklin came around last night, and you weren’t here.”

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