Slingshot by K.L. Savage

My skin is damp. Beads of sweat cling to my skin in the Nevada night as we dance. My hand is around her waist while my other holds the back of her neck as she sways against me. The music has changed…I don’t know how many times. We cling close no matter what songs play from the radio.

I know what people would say to me if they found out that I knew Natalia was the one for me the moment I opened her car door for her the first time. I don’t know how I knew.

I just…did.

Some people believe in love at first sight, some don’t, some are skeptical, some are assholes about other people believing in it, and that’s all fine.

I know what I feel.

I know what my soul says.

My insides are no longer tangled with the scars chemo left because the way she makes me feel has the wicked promise of cancer no longer lurking.

Cancer might kill me one day, sure, but she’ll be the reason I lived, truly lived, at all.

My eyes catch a droplet of sweat rolling down her neck. It entices me, and my tongue begins to reach for it. I wrap my lips around the pulse in her vein, flattening my tongue along the sweat, and swallow it greedily.

I drag my fingers down her spine, her bare back sticky from the humidity growing between us. When I get to the dip of her lower back, I flatten my palm across it before sliding down and grabbing the flimsy material of the yellow dress she’s wearing.

It’s official.

My new favorite color is yellow because of how it looks against her caramel-drenched skin. The bronze hues shine brighter; they almost shimmer. I want to have her body wrapped around mine, her forever sun-kissed skin against mine.

A contrast that will forever be remembered.

I curl my fingers around her ass to make a fist, squeezing the material before lifting it up and smoothing my hand around her bare cheek.

I spin her around and place my left hand against her chest to hold her against me while kneading the soft flesh. “You love teasing me. No underwear? How am I supposed to focus when I know how good this pussy tastes and it’s so easily accessible?”

“You didn’t get the full experience the other night.” She grinds her ass against me. “I wanted you to have it.”

“The experience?” I drag my fingers up her legs, smooth them around her hips, and squeeze the firm peach. “Or your pussy, Good Girl?” I dip between her cheeks and follow the crease down until I can touch the wet opening of her virgin cunt.

She spins out of my arms, taking the warmth and comfort of her body. She shakes her finger at me playfully and bites her lip. She turns around and her dress fans around her, showing the defined lines of her long legs, but that isn’t the best part.

Oh, no.

It’s the quick glimpse of the curves of her ass and the V between her legs.

“You want to put on a show for me, Good Girl?” I take a seat on the picnic table and pour myself another margarita.

And make myself another taco…for the show.

She grips the sides of her dress and shakes her head, her skin glistening under the string of lights.

“No?” I sound disappointed as I shove the last bite of the carne asada taco in my mouth, then wipe my hands on a paper towel. “Maybe I need to make myself clear.” I finish my drink next, the beads of water on the glass drip onto my jeans. I slam the empty glass down next to the wet ring I left from before. “Strip for me.” I spread my legs to make myself more comfortable, the hard outline of my cock visible. I stretch my hands out on either side of me, the splintered edge of the wood scratching my skin.

The tone of my voice leaves no room for argument and her lips part to try and catch her breath when she hears the simple command.

She loves being told what to do and whatever makes her happy makes he happy.

“Right here, Noah? Where anyone can see?” her words are breathy and unsure which makes my cock even harder, the ache that’s been building for weeks a bit deeper. I’m thinking tonight is the night I stop torturing the both of us.

“Where anyone can see, but you don’t have to worry about that. No one is going to come out here. I made sure of that.” I lick my lips as I watch her fidget with her dress.

Someone so beautiful shouldn’t be so innocent.

I’m glad she is.

Because she isn’t about to be.

The song changes on the radio, but only a few words can be heard over the crackle of static suddenly bursting through the speakers. That’s when thunder rolls in the distance, and I turn my head to the left in time to see lightning streaking across the sky. Black clouds are rolling in, and they’re covering the stars quickly.

The patter of rain hits the ground in the nearby distance, and I know it’s only going to be a few minutes before we’re drenched.

Static hisses again and a country song tries to play through, but it’s useless. There’s no signal right now due to the incoming storm.

“We should go inside before it rains.” Natalia takes a step forward.

I lift my finger and shake it back and forth. “It’s just a little water, Good Girl. It’s no reason for you not to strip.”

A few raindrops splatter on my arm, and it’s cold which feels refreshing against my heated body.

She doesn’t dance for me. She doesn’t try to be sexy. She’s herself which is sexy enough. Her movements are new and bit awkward since she’s never done this before. Her fingers slip under the left strap and tug it down her arm.

It begins to rain in sheets, and I can tell she’s about to open her mouth to question me again. Still, I give her a warning look that has her obeying immediately. She turns around, the rain soaking her hair that reminds me of melted chocolate, and her bare back is covered by the wet strands.

She slips the second strap down and gathers her hair, pushing it over her right shoulder as she turns her chin to the left.

The veil of rain coming down makes it hard to see her now. I’m only getting glimpses.

And that isn’t enough.

I push from the picnic table and prowl toward her—the needles of rain pound against my skin. The mud quickly forming under my boots makes each step more difficult than the last. I stop behind her, her back to my chest. Her chin is still perched on the slender curve of her shoulder. Droplets of water cling to her lashes, weighing them down as she tries to look up at me.

No more waiting.

I need to make her mine, now.

A bolt of lightning strikes too close for comfort. It cracks right beyond the property line, and I grab her arm and drag her to the taco truck.

I don’t want to go inside the clubhouse. I want us to have privacy. I want to be alone with her with no interruptions.

The hinges squeak as I open the doors. I help her inside, then grab the sign I made a few days ago from behind a back compartment and hang it through the right door handle.

“If the taco truck’s a-rockin’, don’t come a-knockin.”

I made the sign as a joke, but if the situation fits…

I slam the door shut and run my hands through my wet hair, slicking it back and out of my eyes.

“I have a feeling you planned this,” she says as she takes in my attempt to make a good impression.

I hung silk curtains to cover the walls that need to be redone, and I have more twinkling lights strung along the top to make it appear to be a starry night. There’s a blow-up mattress on the floor with comfortable plush blankets and pillows.

“A man was hopeful,” I reply, reaching behind my head. I fist the wet shirt and tug it over my head. It plops to the ground, and I jut my chin to her as I unzip my pants. “Undress. Now.” Thunder rolls after my order, shaking the metal of the truck. “Then get on your knees.”

Her face reminds me of a window during a storm. Droplets of water flow down her cheeks, freely falling from her lashes. Her eyes take on that far-away look, the one that tells me she’s completely in the mode to listen to me.

Wanting to listen to me.

Her hips sway back and forth as she pulls the dress down her legs.

“Fucking. Gorgeous.” I roam my eyes up and down her body, memorizing every curve, every mark, the freckle on her left breast, everything.

Everywhere.

And she’s all mine.

The ends of her hair cover her breasts, and the water slides down her body, giving it a perfect sheen. She kneels on the bed, hands resting on her upper thighs. She bows her head, and her body is trembling, her skin pebbling from the cold.

That’s okay. I’ll warm her up in a minute.

“Good girl.”

I love how she relaxes after I praise her.

I can’t get over how easily she falls into this role of being submissive. She was made for this, made for me. Every thought, emotion, occurrence, war, love that came before us led to this. All those events were premeditated for our paths to cross.

“Are you nervous?” I trail my fingers along her shoulders, and she straightens her spine.

She shakes her head, then nods, something she does when she isn’t sure. I grin when she shakes her head again.

“Is it because you know I’d never hurt you?” I slide my hand from her neck to the front of her throat and cock it back. “You know that, right? That I’d never hurt you.”

She nods, and as I stare down at her, I can see the peaks of her nipples, the tuft of her trimmed bush between her legs, and her fingertips digging into her thighs.

“Words, Natalia,” I growl. “You know how much I like words.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Mmm, fuck. That sounds so goddamn good coming from her.

“I know you’d never hurt me,” she adds as I apply more pressure around her throat and her eyes flutter shut.

That’s good to know. I’ll be making a mental note of that. “Lift your hands above your head,” I say, stretching my belt from around my waist.

She listens beautifully, of course, and I wrap the belt around her wrists now, keeping it tight yet loose enough for her to slip through if she wiggled around. We’re going to be learning a lot about each other tonight, and it’s important to me that she feels safe.

“Are you familiar with what safewords are, Good Girl?”

She shakes her head.

“Words, Natalia.” I pinch her nipple and give it a slight twist as punishment.

She groans, arching her back and a drop of rain takes a ride down the valley of her spine. I squat down and flatten my tongue against the middle of her back and lick.

A man has to stay hydrated, am I right?

“No, Sir. I don’t know what safewords are. Please, explain them to me.”

“You asked so nicely.” I rub her cheek with my knuckles, and her lips tilt to the side happily.

Happy for pleasing me.

Me.

I’m a lucky fucking man.

“So sweet, you are.” I bend down, give her a quick kiss, and then walk around until I’m standing in front of her.

My cock slaps against my upper thigh, leaving a slick trail of precome as the shaft bobs in front of her face. The whites of her eyes become more prominent when she gets a look at my cock. Her tongue wets her lips, and she scoots on her knees closer to me until she’s touching my ankles. She pulls on the leather wrapped around her wrists while she stares at the angry, plum-colored head.

“Be a good girl and suck my cock.” I wrap my fist around the base and give it a good squeeze.

She nods eagerly, the blacks of her pupils blown wide as lust possesses her. Natalia reaches with her hands, and I lean away, tsking at her.

“Open your mouth.”

Her lips part without question.

“Keep your hands in your lap. I want to fuck that pretty face. You’re going to let me, aren’t you?”

Her body sways, and her eyes cloak while bobbing her head up and down. It’s as if she’s drunk on wanting to taste me and who am I to deny such a need?

I slap her bottom lip with the wide tip, and she groans, flicking her tongue out impatiently to lick the precome dripping from my slit. I almost tell her to back off, to let me have control, but I’ve been waiting to feel her mouth wrapped around me for too long.

Dreaming of her for far too long.

Denying myself to come for far too long.

I’ll be a little lenient tonight because my control is hanging on by a shredded, tattered fucking thread.

I groan when she doesn’t listen to me and wraps her lips around the tip, whimpering when she tastes me for the first time. I let her have her fun because I won’t allow her to have her way next time. I’m too weak a man to deny what we both want.

“My cock looks so good between those lips. You like having my cock in your mouth, don’t you?” I tangle my fingers in her hair and watch her tongue swirl around the helmet. I’ve always been sensitive there, and the attention she keeps giving me has me hissing and rocking on my tiptoes.

“Ye—s, S-ir,” she mumbles while having her mouth stuffed.

I flex my hips, punching them forward so I can sink deep inside her. The tip hits the back of her throat, and she gags and chokes.

I don’t pull away.

A part of me likes seeing her suffer. It’s fucking hot knowing my cock is a bit too much for her to take. “I’m not going anywhere. Relax and take a deep breath,” I state, grabbing the sides of her head so I can slide in and out again.

She inhales through her nose, and a string of spit leaves her bottom lip, dripping onto the tops of her bound hands.

Her throat relaxes, and she hums, licking the underside of my shaft as I drag myself along her tongue.

“What a quick learner, Good Girl,” I praise.

Something about those two words always turns her into a puddle.

“That’s it. Just like that. Fuck, that’s so good.” I tilt my head back onto my shoulders and stare up at the ceiling while the wet, hot suction of her lips, mouth, and throat engulf me. The slurping sounds are hard to hear over the pounding rain hitting the metal roof, but I’m focused on her, so I can listen to every squelch of her cheeks rubbing against each side of me.

How is she so naturally good at this? Unless…

I yank out of her mouth and grip her jaw, bending down until I can smell the saliva wetting her swollen lips. “Have you ever sucked cock? Tell me the truth. Good girls don’t lie, remember that.” I almost sneer the words, angry, which surprises me because I didn’t expect her to be a virgin when I first met her. It’s unreasonable to assume someone hasn’t had sex and it’s kind of barbaric, in my opinion. Still, I’ve gotten used to the idea of her only being mine.

Something about being the only man to have her body makes me that barbarian.

She shakes her head vehemently, and if I’m not mistaken, her eyes mist a little. “Just you. Only you.” Natalia tries to rip her hands free from the belt to touch me, and she lets out a frustrated whimper. “I swear—”

I silence her desperate attempts to defend herself by shoving my cock down her throat again. That’s all I needed to hear and yeah, maybe it’s wrong of me to want every fucking inch of her to be pure until I taint it and ruin it and put my claim on it, but I don’t give a fuck.

Her mouth, her mind, her soul, her body…every fucking cell that makes her who she is, is mine.

And I’ll never say otherwise.

“Fuck. Goddamn it.” I use the strands of her hair as reins to pull me harder against her face. Her eyes are watering, tears are creeping down the outside corners of her eyes, and that’s when I see her dip her tied hands between her legs trying to touch herself. “Don’t touch yourself unless I say so. That cunt is mine.”

She shakes her head, clearly wanting to defy me, and touches herself anyway. She whimpers around my engorged flesh, and even though the vibrations feel so fucking good, I didn’t tell her she could do that.

Once again, I use her damp brown hair that’s still wet from the rain and yank her to her feet. I spin her around and bend her over the cooler; her glorious backside glows under the twinkling lights. Her skin a sparkling fleck of gold hidden beneath the stars as she wiggles, the shadows contrasting against the divot of her spine.

Why is she so beautiful yet so stubborn and unwilling to listen? “I think someone wants to get spanked for not listening to me.” I rub her ass gently, appreciating the elegant, flawless curve.

I’m going to fuck her there, too, one day. I wasn’t kidding when I said I would ruin her so no one else can have her.

She thrusts her ass against me, seeking that heat, that sting from my palm.

“I’m not going to give it to you because you want it so bad. Bad girls don’t get what they want, Natalia,” I tsk at her again.

The thud of her forehead meeting the cooler makes me smile.

Someone isn’t as good as they make themselves out to be.

And what am I going to do about that?