Page 40 of Forever C*cky

Falcon utters, “Yes…” He guns the engine and I squint through the dark, rain, and hail to see what he’s looking at. My eyes make out a small structure and I turn to him in surprise. He cuts the engine and says, “Ok, darlin’. Count of three, you need to haul ass for that door. Hold your hat to your head because the wind is going to try to take it and the leather will protect your noggin’. Don’t stop running and once you reach the door, turn the handle and just push it open. It shouldn’t be locked, but it might stick a bit.”

Huh? What is this place?

Before I can ask, the truck rocks again and Falcon counts, “Get ready, Eliza. One… Two… Three…”

We both fling open the doors and race for the shelter.

Falcon

It’s only abouttwenty feet to the cabin, but in the weather, with the wind pushing against us, and the hail and rain beating down on us, it feels like a hundred. I keep Eliza in my sight as we run and she makes it to the door a split second before me. She grabs the knob and I’m at her back, pushing us both through the door as the wind tries to suck us back outside.

Shoving it behind us, I hear it latch and reach for the Coleman lantern on the wall, turning the dial to provide us with some light. Exhaling, I look to her, allowing my gaze to travel over her soaked figure, illuminated in the lantern light.

Her hat is a dark brown from the rain, her hair is stuck to her face and neck, her shirt is clinging to her, her jeans are plastered to her legs, and her boots are also dark from the water. We’re leaving puddles beneath us on the floor. “Are you ok? You’re not hurt, are you?”

She shakes her head and takes her hat off to wring out her hair. “No, I’m good. Just soaked.” Her eyes slide over me and I’m certain that I look exactly the same. She asks, “Are you ok?”

I nod and take off my hat before reaching down to remove my boots. “You should go ahead and get out of those wet clothes.” I jerk my chin toward the corner, where a small cupboard is located. “There are blankets and stuff in there. You can wrap up in one.”

She nods as she starts to undress. Everything is sticking to us. She’s working her jeans down her legs as she asks, “What is this place?”

I continue to remove all of my clothing as I answer her. “It’s one of our cabins. We have them scattered throughout the ranch.” I glance at her and see she’s watching me as she unbuttons her shirt. “They’re for weather like this, a place to safely get a bit of shut-eye, or a few other things that pop up out here.”

She nods and looks around before lying her clothes over the rough wooden table. She walks to the cupboard in her bra and panties and opens it, reaching inside to grab a flannel blanket. Shivering from the coldness of the rain and hail, she quickly wraps it around herself before reaching in to grab another one and tossing it at me.

I catch it and wrap it around my naked hips.

My underwear is just as soaked as the rest of me and sitting in wet boxer briefs is not very comfortable.

Not like she’s not used to my naked body by now anyway.

Looking up after tucking the fabric into itself, I see her watching me. She swallows. I nod at her. “You going to leave that wet stuff on?”

Watching me, she drops the blanket. Her eyes lock on mine and I’m such a man. As she reaches behind her back to unlatch her bra, I shamelessly watch her. She drapes it over the table and reaches for her panties, shimmying to get them down. When she’s totally nude, she just stands there, tall and proud, allowing me to look my fill.

The front of the blanket jumps as my cock goes from semi-hard to ramrod straight.

She glances down and smirks at me before looking over my shoulder at the small cot along the wall.

The cabin shakes and strains as the weather outside beats against it, trying it’s best to work its way inside, but these lean-to’s are strong and have survived much worse. The wind howls and the lantern light flickers and dances over us both, creating deep shadows.

Eliza walks toward me, slowly. Her foot catches on a piece of my discarded and saturated clothing and she trips. She falls toward me as she screams. Reaching out, I manage to catch her and with little effort in the small room, I turn to land on the cot mattress. My back hits the flannel of the covers and I groan as Eliza lands on top of me. Her knee slams into the bed beside my hip and her head flings forward, almost cracking my nose.

The cot creaks ominously beneath us and I cringe as I wait for it to break and deposit both of us on the floor.

Her hands slap on either side of my head and her breasts slap me in the face as she tries to balance herself.

My voice is muffled between her cleavage as I mutter, “Darlin’, you have to stop throwing yourself at me.”

She leans back and glares at me. “I did no such thing.” She looks down. “Theonlyreason that your face is buried in my titties right now is because this cabin is tiny and dark and I just tripped over what I hope was your underwear and not a fucking dead rodent.”

Turning my head slightly, I close my mouth over one nipple and smile as she shudders and moans, “Ahhhhh.”.

My tongue flicks against the tip before I suck on it like a babe trying to find nourishment. I feel it getting harder in my mouth and her hips press down onto my raging cock, trapped beneath the blanket. Releasing her nipple as she moans again, I growl, “That’s theonlyreason?”

She sits back and shoves against my chest. Her hands are planted on my pecs and I groan as the blanket tightens over my erection. Glancing down, she rubs her palm over my engorgement. I groan and she chuckles.

Sliding down my body, she kneels on the floor and reaches for the knot at my waist. It loosens easily and as the material parts and the air touches me, she leans down. Her hand wraps around the base of my shaft and she strokes me as she kneels and her hair covers my thighs. Flicking her tongue out, she licks the bead of moisture glistening on my tip. She moans, “Mmmmm.”

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