The Boys Down South by Abbi Glines

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dixie

The ache I felt for Asher to touch more of me battled with the trembling from being in his arms again. I couldn’t get close enough. His hands moved down my arms and squeezed my waist, Asher’s tongue sliding over mine as every nerve in my body came alive. My hands gripped his back, desperate to get closer and make sure there wasn’t any space between us, not an inch.

Asher grabbed my bottom and jerked me up against him. His hardness pressed into my stomach. I could feel the throb of his erection, my panties dampening even more. He lifted me gently, up and down, his pelvis rubbing against me. Asher’s fingers bit into the flesh where my shorts had ridden up. I made noises I didn’t know I was making, moving a hand to the front of his jeans to feel his bulge in my hand, the thickness of him in my palm causing him to lower me and my feet to touch the ground again. Terrified that this was over, that whatever control he had lost had come back, I began to open my mouth. But before I could say anything, Asher grabbed my shirt and ripped it over my head, his dark, hungry gaze locked on every inch of my body. “Take off your shorts,” he demanded, discarding his own shirt, and already working the buttons of his jeans.

He watched me as I lowered my shorts. They fell on the grass beneath our feet, his eyes following their descent. “Panties, too,” he ordered and I quickly tugged them to the ground. We stood there naked, Asher’s eyes devouring my flesh.

I wanted his hands on me, his mouth, his body… I wanted him inside me. “Asher,” I began to plead.

“I want to kiss and lick every inch of your body. I want to take all night with you. But I need to be inside you, Dixie, right now,” he said before I could add anything else.

I stepped closer to him and placed a hand on his chest. Tilting back my head, I stared into his eyes. I was no longer the same girl he once held and loved in this very place. I was older, stronger. I wanted everything from him, and I was not afraid to ask. “Fuck me, Asher,” I said.

His eyes blazed, his hand firmly grabbing my hair, but with enough gentleness not to hurt me. “You want me to fuck you?” he asked, the heat in his eyes turning into molten fire.

“I want to still feel you in me tomorrow. I want each step I take to remind me that you were inside me.”

“Jesus,” he hoarsely whispered. He then spun me around using a handful of my hair, his other palm landing firmly on my butt, the sudden smack ringing through the air. I squealed from the shock and pleasure. “You like that?” he asked, doing it again.

“Yes,” I replied breathlessly.

His hand kept smacking my ass, each slap stinging more than the one before it, my thighs beginning to feel the wetness between them. When he stopped, he put a knee between my legs and aggressively pushed them apart. His fingers searched for my wetness, a single digit climbing to the pulse of my clit. I cried out, my body bucking. He twisted, then pinched the quivering bundle of nerves, growling in my ear. “You’re soaking wet from your spanking. You like it when I play rough?”

“Yes,” I panted, “I like it all.”

Trapped in his arms, he moved us to his truck. He jerked open the passenger door and all but threw me onto the worn seat, before covering me and opening my legs, both his hands prying them apart. I was desperate to have him inside me. I wanted anything he could give me. I’d let him do whatever he wanted.

“Tell me to fuck you again,” he said, his eyes lifting to mine, their color even darker now.

“Fuck me,” I replied without hesitation.

With one hard move, he pushed his length deep inside me. We both cried out as I clawed at his back, needing him to stay there. “God, that’s tight,” he breathed.

“I want to be sore tomorrow,” I said again.

“This pussy is mine. And by the time I’m done with this pussy, you’ll remember me for days.”

He gently slid from my body until the tip was almost freed, before he pounded into me again. He grabbed my hair and tilted my head back, our eyes locked on each other. With each plunge and firm rock of his hips, we remained unable to look away, needing that closeness.

“This face,” he said as he slammed into me, “always this face. It’s all I see.”

Tears stung my eyes. There was so much he was saying in just those few unguarded words.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked as he brought my body closer to its release. “Am I fucking you hard enough?”

“Yes.” My breaths were shallow, my orgasm so close it was hard to keep my eyes from closing in ecstasy.

“You’re so goddamn wet. Turns you on, doesn’t it, to be spanked and fucked this hard?”

“Just by you,” was all I knew how to say.

He growled, satisfaction rumbling deep in his chest, and then began moving faster, his breaths quick and heavy. “I want to fuck you forever. Be right here inside you until the earth stands still. Nothing is as good as this.”

I clawed at his arms, the first tremors of my orgasm taking hold. Moving in like a warm tide inside me. My mouth fell open in a cry, but my eyes stayed on him. I wanted Asher to see what he did for me, how being with him was the only pleasure I ever wanted. As I felt apart in his arms, shuddering and chanting his name, my knees pressed into his ribs, arching higher and higher to feel him as deeply as I could. Asher then freed his own release, bathing my thighs and stomach. He didn’t look away, groaning my name through the shudders that caused his body to jerk.

I sat up and wrapped my arms around his waist. He’d regret this now. I knew him well enough to expect that. Before he could do that, though, I needed him to hold me one last time. His arms enveloped my frame and we stayed like that longer than I’d hoped. And when he finally pulled back, I didn’t need to look into his eyes to know it was all over.

“I’ve never felt that connected to anyone. Never will,” he said, his honesty surprising me. “I can’t…not now…not with Steel the way he is. Dixie, there can’t be more than this.”

I replied tenderly, “I know.”

He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on mine. “I love you, Dixie Monroe.”

This was when I should have told him the same. But I’d already done that, and it’d changed nothing between us. I said instead, “I come here most nights.”

He stilled. I waited as he thought that through. He then replied, “Not sure I can resist that.”

“Good. I’m glad you can’t.”

I wanted more of this. If it was all we could have, I would take it. Although it would never be enough I would take whatever part of Asher I could have. My body was still humming from the pleasure, the addictive experience of having sex with Asher feeling like a pain killing narcotic.

He then added, “If we do that, I’m afraid I won’t know how to stop.”

“Good. I’m glad you can’t resist me,” I teased.

He laughed, his arms tightening around me. “I’d have probably cracked before now if you’d told me to fuck you like that. My dick has never been that hard. The sound of your sweet voice asking me that…it’s a damn miracle I didn’t throw you on the grass and gone at it right there like an animal.”

“Next time, maybe try that. I’ll even get on all fours for you.” I knew I was taunting him. But the image of him behind me made my tender spots begin to tingle again.

“Dix, don’t say shit like that after the pounding I just gave you. You’re gonna be sore and all I can think about is doing it over and over.”

I wanted him to think about me all day tomorrow. To be as crazed with lust as I would be by the time he got here. I let my hands fall as I sat back. “You’re right. I need to get home.”

He sighed, got out of the truck, before reaching for my hand to help me out. His gaze shifted to my body where he’d released all over me, while my eyes traveled to his penis, which was once again hard and erect.

“I’ll clean you up,” he said, finding his shirt where he’d tossed it in the grass. I stood and let him wipe me down, knowing he wanted more. I was leaving Asher Sutton wanting me.

“Get dressed,” he said, his tone sharp. I turned away before he caught me smiling. I took my time, looking over my shoulder, always finding him watching me.

“I’ll see you later,” I told him, heading for the path that wound up to my house.

“That’s it? Not even a goodnight kiss?”

I stopped and flashed Asher a big teasing grin. “If there’s a kiss goodnight, I’ll most likely beg you to fuck me from behind.”

He ran his hand through his hair and exhaled. Blew a long breath into the darkness. “Dixie Monroe, you’re gonna kill me.”

“Night, Asher,” was all I said. I hurried along the path, letting myself fully absorb the reality of what we’d decided to do. What we had was no longer a fairy tale. It would end and I’d be destroyed once more. But for now, Asher was mine. A small part of him belonged to me again. A part I could feel and touch, and that had to be enough.