Free Spanking Stories Erotica Under His Hands by Michelle Fox Page B

and improve on it. ”
    “At your service, cowboy , ” I sai d, talking around his finger . Then I gave a wicked smile of my own as I cupped his bulge, squeezing gently. His cock throbbed at my touch and a picture of what it would be l ike to ride him scorched my mind.
    “ Come on, let’s get out of here.” He removed his finger from my mouth and pulled me after him out of the booth.
    “Where are we going?” I asked, yelling to be heard over the loud thump of bass. The DJ had arrived and the volume in the bar had gone up considerably.
    “Outside,” he said, leaning down to yell into my ear so I would hear him.
    “What for ?” I tugged at his hand, providing counter pressure to his forward motion.
    “ To give you what you came for , Sara . Don’t make me spank you harder than I have to ,” L uke said, his voice a low growl that strummed over my skin. God, I loved his voice; deep and full of dark promises.
    My heartbeat stuttered and a hot anticipation flooded my body at the thought of his big, strong hands punishing me. Oh yes, please.
    “But, ” I began in weak protest , not even sure what I wanted to say. The picture of Luke putting me over his knee had taken up all the space in my brain .
    Luke shushed me with a finger across my mouth. “ The minute you stop listening to me, it’s over.” He leaned in, his breath hot on my che ek and said , “Y ou have to choose, sugar. Make your fantasy real or keep it a dream? ”
    The question gave me pause. Tonight my dreams could cross the line into reality, but I had to take the step. If I didn’t, I knew I would lose Luke forever, a consequenc e that stabbed my heart. I didn’ t want to let him go, but I was scared to step forward .
    Luke gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. “ Don’t deny yourself this. It’s going to be so good between us . Ca n’t you fe el it ? ”
    I could. I’d felt the electric connection the moment our eyes met, before we’d even spoken to each other. My lips parted at the realization and my breath ing became shallow.
    He reached around and squeezed my ass cheek with one hand. “Say it’s not just me.”
    “I feel it, too ” I said hoarsely.
    “Come on. Let’s go outside and get some fresh air .” He pulled me after him, out of the noisy bar and into the cool spring night. The air washed over my overheated skin and my nipples puckered at the change in temperature.
    Luke’ s hand remained warm in mine and he seemed impervious to the cold air. His long legs never hesitated in their stride, an d I admired the way they flexed in his tight jeans. Luke didn’t have an ounce of body fat on him. His ass was round, but it was all muscle. Spanking him would be like hitting a brick. I still wanted to grab his ass though, and fill my hands with the carnal knowledge of his body.
    We walked, without speaking, to the back of the bar parking lot where his truck stood . The security lights didn’t quite reach that far, leaving L uke shadows in which to hide when he pinned me against his pick-up and cupped my breasts, running his thumbs over my nipples.
    He kissed me, invading my mouth with commanding strokes of his tongue until moisture pool ed between my legs from need. Luke now tasted of coffee mixed with hops and the scent of his woodsy aftershave went straight to my head. Underneath my hands, his rock solid shoulders felt like they could carry me through thick and thin. From taste to touch, my cowboy was all man.
    “No one will see us here. Are you game?” He asked between kisses.
    I paused at that. “Are you sure?” I looked pointedly at the cars parked next to his truck. True, we were hidden, but there was potential to be interrupted by bar patrons wanting to go home.
    “I’ll be able to see them coming. Don’t worry.”
    I nodded and he led me around to the back of the truck whe re he lowered the tail gate and then guided me into a position where I was bent over and support ing myself on the cool metal of the truck bed. He