Ask No Questions (5 page)

"I could do that," he said. "You've got the tightest, sweetest little pussy I ever fucked. I could keep at you all day and night."

She rolled her eyes back. "Oh God." He almost thought she might start crying, but the moment passed and she smiled, lifted her head and kissed him. "There's something really powerful," she said. "I can't figure it out."

He put a finger on her lip.

"Shh," he said. "Sto
p thinking. Just let it happen. Now brace yourself, love, because you've got it coming to you."

He took his first thrust and he made it a forceful one, just so she had some idea of what lay in her future. The bedsprings creaked and he pulled back again, but this time he took it more gently. It wouldn't do to peak too soon, after all.

So he concentrated on building her up, bringing her to the brink with slow, firm thrusts. Every so often, he fingered her clit while the inexorable rhythm beat its tattoo upon the creaking mattress. He paused now and then, when his cock seemed to be working faster than his brain, to think of jobs that needed doing around the farm.

It became harder to disengage, though, as Kim's breathing shortened and her cheeks burnt redder and redder.

The glaze in her eyes told him that she was getting close now. He increased his pace and pressed his lips to her ear.

"Is this hard enough, love?"

She nodded.

"Because you need it hard, don't you? Really
good and hard, all the time. You need to be worked, like this."

His cock pounded into her, forcing little jerky sighs from her lips each time.

"Oh God," she cried.

Her fingers pinched at him, nails digging into his shoulders. She raised her bottom from the mattress and gave him an even deeper angle of penetration. He took full advantage of it, his hips working like fury, sweat breaking out on his brow.

"You're going to give it up to me," he vowed breathlessly. "I'm going to make you come."

He knew it was the right time to say it, picking up on the first little flutters of her orgasm as she clenched around his cock. She was all but there.

He put his thumb back on her clit and went hell for leather, so that the headboard clattered against the wall.

Her cry was helpless and primal and it spurred him on to dive over the edge himself. Her face in the throes of orgasm was the most unbearably erotic thing he had ever seen, wild and alight with the pleasure he had driven into her.

His orgasm penetrated to his very bones, lighting a path along his spine, across his ribcage, deep inside his pelvis. His knees gave way and he collapsed on top of Kim, although not too heavily, aware of how much bigger than her he was.

She clasped him to her chest and squeezed, kissing his cheek and his ear.

He turned his face to her, regarding her through almost-closed eyes.

"You're still alive then," he drawled, his voice thick.

"Barely," she said, then, after a contemplative pause, "Bloody hell."

"Good, then?"

"Too fucking right. You?"

"Oh yes."

He gathered her into his arms and let her burrow her head beneath his arm and his chest, stroking her hair gently and rhythmically while her breathing and his heartbeat slowed.

"Wish I smoked now," he said.

"Nah, you don't. You'd never make it up those hills."

Something occurred to him and he raised his head, looking towards the window.

"Glory be," he said. "I think it's stopped raining."

Chapter Five

Rhys didn't much want to get out of bed, but the unexpected break in the weather combined with Skip's whining and scratching at the door left him little alternative.

"Right," he said, sitting up with an effort. "These sheep aren't going to dip themselves. I need to get on."

"Ohhhh." Kim pouted and tried to pull him back down. "Don't go. It's going to rain again in a minute, I promise."

"Listen, my little nymphet, sex can wait but sheep can't. I've got to take advantage of this sunshine. Don't worry. I'll save some of my strength for you."

"You better had."

He kissed her nose.

"What are you going to do?" he asked.

"I'll come out with you."

"All right. What are you going to put on your feet though?"

"Oh. I dunno."

"This is ridiculous. We need to get to town, get you some clothes at least."

"I'm fine, honestly." She grabbed his hand. Her eyes were earnest, and slightly fearful.
"Haven't you got a spare pair of wellies?"

"Yeah. They're size eleven. What are you?"

"Oh. Four."

"Right."

"I'll just put my old ballet slippers on. They're ruined anyway. Bit of mud won't make much difference. Oh, don't look like that. I want to come and see you being all sheep-farmer-y on the hills. One man and his dog. I used to watch that when I was a kid. Can you do all those special whistles?"

He shook his head, smiling, defeated.

"Come on, then. Get your kit on. My kit, that is. And don't forget – no knickers."

Despite his recent exertions, the thought sent an undeniable message to his groin and he had to put his pants on in a hurry before things got out of hand.

Skip hurled herself at him the minute he opened the door and chased them down the stairs, snuffling in puzzlement at Kim's thighs so she had to push the dog's face away.

Rhys frowned disapprovingly at the figure she cut in her silly shoes and bare legs, his jumper wrapped around her again, but there was nothing to be done about it. As soon as the rain started again, he was taking her into town for some decent wellies, though. No two ways about that, whether she liked it or not.

He opened the door on to the muddy yard.

"OK
," he said. "I hope you've got plenty of puff because we're going right to the top of the fell today. I've got to get the sheep down to the bottom field, ready for dipping. Hopefully tomorrow, weather permitting."

He took her hand and ran with her across the yard while she squealed and swore at the amount of thick, sucking mud splattering itself on her legs.

The fields were only slightly less churned up, and he dragged her along, slipping and sliding all the way, up the slopes. Skip pelted on ahead, only stopping to run back when Rhys put his fingers between his lips and whistled to her.

"Oh, you can!" exclaimed Kim. "That's so cool. I've never been able to do it. How do you do it?"

"You know how to whistle, don't you?" he teased, grinning at her. "Just put your lips together…and blow."

She pouted in an exaggerated fashion and exhaled a pathetic echo of
his shrill blast. He silenced her by ducking down to kiss it away. They stood like that, snogging in the middle of the field while sheep baaed in confusion around them until Skip started barking and jumping up at Rhys' legs.

"You'll ruin me, girl," muttered Rhys, setting off up the hill again.
"Sapping my strength, you are."

"You love it," said Kim. "And so do I. It's ages since I was out in the open like this." She breathed in hugely. "The air's so clean. And there's nothing to see but green, green, green. It's amazing."

"Your travels didn't take you to the countryside then?"

"No. City to city to city. Grey buildings, exhaust fumes, fast food. I really needed a break. This is exactly what the doctor ordered."

Rhys patted her bottom. "Did he order the sex as well?"

"You know, I reckon he did."

"Good. Because there's a lot more of that coming your way."

She elected to give up speech, the slope becoming much steeper now
and taking up all of her breath in the climbing.

She sat on a dry stone wall and watched Rhys and Skip work together to round up the scattered flock and drive them down the hillside.

"I'd definitely give you the prize," she said, jumping down and following them on the journey to the lower field.

"Would you? What for?" He turned around from his shepherding and held out his hand to her.

"Sheepdog trials. That was so smooth."

"Skip's a real pro," he said.

"So are you."

"Oh, I don’t know about that. I'm getting better though. You should have seen me when I took over this
place. All over the bloody shop, I was. Sheep hurling themselves off the fell to get away from me."

She laughed. "I wish I'd seen that. I can't imagine though. You seem so, I dunno, capable."

"Trial and error," he said. "Mind you, if I hadn't really wanted this, I'd have given up in the first couple of weeks. It's still touch and go now, really. It's a seriously tough business, and you feel like you’re winning if you break even. Nobody makes a lot of money in this game."

"Don't they?"

"No. Government subsidies have kept most of these hill farms going. That's why everybody's looking for ways to diversify. I'm looking into turning that field over there into a camping and caravan site. And I want to make cheese."

"Ooh, cheese. I love cheese. I'll help you."

"Made it before, have you?"

"No. But how hard can it be? I'll do the marketing. Make
you an advert. Sing the jingle. We need a brand name. Rhys almost rhymes with cheese…hmmm…there must be something we can do with that…"

"Perhaps we should make the bloody stuff first," he suggested, smiling.

He joined Skip in funnelling the sheep through the gate to the lower field then shut them in.

"Right, that's done," he said, leaning on the bars and looking over the flock. "Dipping tomorrow, then I need to shear them."

"That'll solve my clothing problem," said Kim. "You can make me a woolly jumper."

He caught himself wondering again what the girl was hiding from him, but stubbornly refused to think about it. Not until he'd had her again, at least. A few times.

"Fancy a ride on a tractor?" he suggested.

She climbed on to the lowest bar of the gate and tried to balance, raising her arms in the air.

"You bet I do," she proclaimed to the listening sheep. "Just try and stop me."

"Good." He clasped his hands around her middle and lifted her down. "Just let me fix the mower attachment on. We're going to make us some silage."

She leant against the corrugated iron shed wall and watched as he prepared the tractor for mowing. When all was ready, he climbed up into the cab and called out to her, handing her up beside him.

"It's so high up," she commented, looking down in front.

He started up the engine, smiling at her reaction to the jolting force of it.

"Christ, it's loud," she yelled over the top.

He nodded, shifted the gearstick and drove it out of the shed.

The empty field intended for the campsite was his destination today. The grass had grown thick and lush, perfect for silage-making.
He always derived satisfaction from seeing it fall away into piled lines in his wake, smelling the delicious aroma all around him.

"Mmm," sighed Kim, clearly agreeing with him. "New mown grass is the business, isn't it? You should bottle the scent and sell it. There's your new business idea."

"If only," he said, turning the vehicle to mow another straight line.

He caught her watching his hands on the steering wheel, his wrists flexing on the gearstick.

"What?"

"What? Nothing. Just watching you drive, that's all. You need a bit of muscle for this thing."

"It's a bit of a beast," he said. "But you get used to handling it."

"Mmm, sounds like something I know."
She flashed a glint of teeth.

"You've got a very dirty mind, young lady.
" He shifted on the seat, his fingers tighter on the gearstick.

"Who, me? You're the one assuming I'm talking about your cock."

He breathed out and turned off the engine, halting the tractor mid-mow.

"All right, that's it," he said.

She bit her lip, suppressing a grin. "Oh dear," she said. "Am I in trouble?"

"Yes," he said. "A lot of trouble. Get over here."

He got hold of her hips and guided her into position until she straddled his lap, her long jumper riding up to the tops of her thighs.

"Look at all this mud," he scolded, tracing the dried splashes on her bare skin with a finger. "Dirty girl." He slid his hands under the jumper, held her by her bottom cheeks and pulled her into a tangle of tongues.

Once she was good and melted, sighing and running her fingers through his hair, he lifted her jumper to her waist and gave her bum a crisp smack.

"Oh!" she squealed, surprised.

"I don't tolerate misbehaviour in my tractor," he whispered. "Especially from girls with no knickers on."

"I didn't do anything!" she protested, but her eyes were bright with mischief and she wiggled her hips, inviting more of the same treatment.

"Didn't do anything?" He laid on another, enjoying her ooh of half-pleasure, half-pain. "Talking dirty in my cab. That's dangerous, that is. I could have gone off course, ended up mowing the fence down. You can't distract a man when he's driving his tractor, you know."

His palm made a satisfying third crack of impact on her quivering bum.

"Ow," she said, but it was a purr, low down in her throat.

"Are you learning your lesson?"

She ground herself on his thighs, pushing her bottom out for more, which he was happy to give.

"I think you are."

"What about when the tractor's stationary?" she asked. "Is it allowed then?"

"Oh yes." He pushed his jeans-covered erection between her damp lips.
"I think everything's allowed…when the tractor isn't moving…oh fuck. I want you."

"Have you got…?"

He fished a condom out of his jeans pocket.

"Came prepared this time," he said.
"Think I'll keep one handy whenever you're around. I can't seem to be near you for five minutes without…"

"Oh God, same here."

They kissed again, hard and desperately, while Rhys struggled, first with his jeans fastening, then with the condom.

Kim stroked her pubis up and down his cock while he worked the rubber over it.

He wanted to devour her, to clasp her tight and squeeze her hard, to take big handfuls of her. Most of all, he wanted to get inside her.

"Get on," he growled into her ear.

She shuffled obediently into position and rocked over the tip of his cock, but he wasn't in the mood for a slow build-up and he jerked his hips upwards.

"You want it, don't you?"

"Yeah." Her breath was so warm against his neck, and so sweet.

"You're going to get it."

She eased herself down over him and he laid his head back on the worn leather seat and let her clasp him tightly in that dark wet heat of hers.

"All the way," he muttered.

"You're so big," she said, and he lifted his head again, grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and took over her mouth again. She knew exactly what to say, the minx. Mind you, he felt big right now; he felt enormous, in fact, pushing his way up that little stretching passage until he could push no more. She'd be feeling that.

Her enthusiastic tongue probing told him as much. She was
where she wanted to be, full of his cock, joined at the lips, ready to ride.

She tried to take it easy at first, to rise and fall without hurry, but the way he clutched at her bottom and spread the cheeks open communicated urgency to her and she began to moan and speed up. He timed his own thrusts with her bobs up and down, reaching up inside the jumper to feel her breasts. He should have got that thing off.
He wanted to see them bounce.

"Put your hands up," he gasped.

She removed them from around his neck and raised them.

"Why, is this a stick-up?" she giggled as he lifted the jumper over her head.

"That's one way of putting it," he said, then he forgot all about banter, electing instead to grab one of her breasts and suck on it instead.

If only silage-making could always be like this, he thought
. Sitting in his tractor shagging a beautiful naked woman certainly beat mowing the grass for a Tuesday afternoon. He released her nipple with a final luscious suck, held on to her hips and began to thrust in earnest. She rubbed her bare breasts all over his shirt and buried her mouth in his neck. God, the feeling of her sucking on it drove him beyond wild.