EroticReverie

Savannah Flowers

"Get your shorts on sweetheart." Beau smirks after giving me a few minutes to come back to earth after cumming twice. Fucking twice. I've never had an orgasm from penetration, but leave it to this smug fucking cowboy to make me cum on his fingers, and then again right after by rubbing my clit like he knows my body inside and out. Watching him suck his finger clean, and listening to him tell me yet again, that my pussy is his, made me debate whether to strangle him and slap him, or throw myself at him like a cat in heat, because, he's right. I DO like his persistence, and fuck, I wish I didn't. 

I grab my shorts, pulling them on as Beau gets out of the truck and shuts the door, then walks around the truck, and opens my door right as I'm buttoning my shorts. I lift my eyes to him, hating how he actually IS a gentleman, while also being a smug, cocky, pervert. Everything rolled into one I guess. He gives me a wink as I just stare at him. 

"You getting out sweetheart, or you just gonna stare at me with those pretty blue eyes till I put my hand between those pretty legs again?" he asks. 

I roll my eyes, and shift out of the seat and he takes my hand, and I take it back. 

"I've got it , cowboy" I mutter. 

He huffs a little laugh and steps back and gestures with his hand. 

"I forgot my girl is independent." he says teasing me and I give him a slight glare as I look up at him. God he's ridiculously good looking.

"Fuck you and your dimples Cowboy" I mutter and walk past him and he laughs. 

"God, you're such a rude little thing, I love it so much" he says and I fight the smirk on my face as I keep walking around the large ass stables, and he shuts the truck and follows.

Maybe it was because I was from New York, maybe that's where his fascination with me was. I was something new and shiny for him to play with. I wasn't naive enough to think some southern "Gentlemen" and I use that term very fucking loosely, would ever take a real interest in a self admitted spoiled, high maintenance girl like me. Okay, maybe I wasn't THAT high maintenance, but compared to the people here, I sure was. I didn't NEED nice things, but I like them. I fucking grew up with nice things, I was used to them. And yes, I had an attitude, but only with people that deserved it. I might be a New Yorker, but I wasn't a bitch, or abrasive or loud or rude. But, with Beau, I have been, because Beau Brooks is southern fucking trouble, and getting involved with him is only going to get me into me into trouble. But he was eating it up, every single bit of it. I've only been here a few days, and the guy was chasing me down roads, showing up at my aunt's house, showing up in the book store, demanding I let him drive , while also giving me orgasms in between apparently. 

I hated to admit, I liked him. He wasn't scared off easily, which I liked. And while I won't admit it to him or anyone else, I fucking like his voice and that slight drawl and the looks in his eyes and the slight smile on his lips when he calls me "Darlin" or "Sweeheart". And I unfortunately , really like his hands on me, and his fingers inside of me, and his mouth on me. 

So here I am, eighteen, with a twenty year old, six foot six cowboy with his brown hair and brown eyes, and his tan skin, and perfect white teeth, and those god damn dimples. I feel like guys should NOT be allowed to be six foot six, AND also be infuriatingly good looking. If God is real, he blessed Beau Brooks with everything in the fucking book, which was annoying, and only made it harder to tell myself I could avoid the crush I was already fucking forming for him. I unfortunately liked his confidence that bordered on being too damn cocky for his own good. Boys always complain that they can't read minds, that women are complicated and expect them to know what they want , when they want it. Yet Beau Brooks seems to know exactly what I want, when I dont even know what I fucking want. 

"Are your parents here?" I ask as he walks up beside me, places a hand on my back right above my ass and reaches for the stable door. 

"No, why? you ready to meet my parents already? Get their blessing to ask for my hand in marriage?" he asks and I roll my eyes and shake my head with a sigh. 

"You wish, Cowboy" I say.

"Course I do, that's what I was doing with my hand in your rich girl panties, rubbing you like a magic lamp to get my wishes to come true." 

I huff a small laugh and shake my head as he pulls open the door. 

"I'm going to tell my aunt what a pervert you are, and then she's not going to let me leave the house." 

"Dont you go doin that now, I need her to like me, so I can keep datin you" he says.

"We're not dating Beau" I say as he pulls the door back entirely and I'm met with a wife open space with several stables along the walls. 

"Sure Darlin, whatever you say, mhm" he nods and gently pushes me at the small of my back to walk in. 

I dont bother arguing with him, and step in and smile at the huffs and noises the horses make. Beau clicks his tongue and does a little whistle and half a dozen horses pop their head out of their own stables. 

"What are you, a horse whisperer?" I ask as I look at the horses. 

"I'm a New York pussy whisperer" he says and keeps walking as I stop and shake my head at his relentless sexual comments. 

"This is Maple" he says, rubbing the snout of the large brown horse to our left. 

"That one is Radish" he says pointing to the white horse to the side of Maple. 

"Horse...radish......clever" I say and walk up beside him as he still pets Maple.

"You got that quick sweetheart." he turns his head and looks down at me and winks. 

I roll my eyes at him. 

"I think you need to see an eye doctor for that eye twitch you've got." I say and he grins. 

"You don't like me winkin at you?" He raises his brow. 

"The little blush your cheeks get when I do, had me thinkin otherwise." he says and I sigh and ignore his comment. 

"Can I pet her?" I ask and he smiles. 

"Course you can. Come here." he says and drops his hand from Maple and reaches behind me and over to the other side of my waist and pulls me in front of him. 

"She won't bite me?" I ask. 

"Naw" he says and lifts my hand and brings it where his was and I smile at the soft feel of her hair. 

"They're all good horses, Maple here is the oldest, and she's a sweet girl, aren't you Maple?" he asks as the horses big brown eyes look at us. Beau drops his hand from mine and places his hands on my waist gently as I keep moving my hand , slowly, gently petting her.

"Making me jealous the way your touchin her, that's enough" he says and I laugh. 

"shut up" I say and shake my head and he laughs slightly as I keep petting her. 

We go to radish next, after he feeds maple a treat. 

HE goes to give Radish a treat too and I grab his wrist. 

"I want to feed him." I say and Beau smiles.

"Okay." he says and drops the treat into my palm. 

"Just hold your hand out for him, flat, yep, like that" he says as I slowly lift my palm and Radish's tongue hits my palm and I laugh, taking it back as he nudges my hand again with his mouth. 

"He's a greedy one. No more Radish." Beau says to him, and pets him, before moving us to the third. 

"This is Ginny, she's my sisters horse." he says, and he drops another treat into my hand and I feed it to the grey horse. 

"She's pretty." I say. "They all are." 

I meet , pet, and feed treats to three other horses and then Beau takes my hand and pulls me along to the next stable and nods to the door. 

"Go on , look." he says and I look at him suspiciously. 

"Um, what is it?" I ask and he laughs. 

"It's a fillie darlin" he says with amusement and I scrunch my nose at him. 

"A what?" I ask as I cock my head and he laughs. 

"A foal........" he says and I cock my brow. 

"It's a baby horse sweetheart" he says and my eyes widen and I gasp and then throw myself to the door, pushing the tips of my sneakers to the little ledge on the bottom and grabbing the top of the door.

"Oh my god!" I squeak. "Beau look!" 

"Look at her!" I say excitedly and he laughs, stepping to the door, and his hand gently presses to my lower back as he looks over the stable door easily, the brown foal on her side, laying there asleep. 

"Oh my god she's so cute" I whisper when I realize how loud I'm being. 

"Can I pet her ? " I whisper and he laughs. 

"Sure." he says and then gently takes my waist in his hands. "Careful now" he says as I let go of the door and hop back to my feet. 

He unlatches the door and opens it slow and I step in and gasp as she lifts her head. She is the cutest thing I've ever seen in my entire life, and my eyes water because of it. 

"Go on, you can sit with her if you want, she likes to cuddle." he says and I turn my head. 

"I can cuddle her?" my lower lip practically trembles and Beau looks at me, his eyes on mine, on my lips and he smiles. 

"Yeah sweetheart, you can" he says and I look back to the baby horse, foal, fillie , whatever he called it. I step over the hay and over to it and sit down beside it. 

"Where's her mom?" I ask as I stroke my hand along the soft hair and whisper to her how beautiful she is. 

When he doesnt answer , I lift my head and look at him. 

"Where's her mom?" I ask again , assuming he didn't hear me. 

"Beau?" I ask and he clears his throat. 

"She died a few days after she was born." he says and clears his throat again.

I can't help the frown on my face, or the pang in my chest, or the tears welling in my eyes. I also can't help the fact, that I realize, while Beau was showing me the other horses, he told me which one was his sisters, which ones were his mothers, and his fathers....but he didn't call any of them his, and he's doing that "man" thing where he sniffs and pretends it's a regular sniff and not one that's keeping him from shedding a tear or two. 

"Was she yours? The mom?" I ask and he looks at me. 

"We should get goin if we're gonna get you on a horse before the sun goes down." He smiles and reaches out his hand to help me up from the ground. 

I chew the inside of my cheek, it was clearly his horse that passed. He takes my hand and pulls me up from the ground and turns to let me leave the stable first. 

I turn around, and wait for him to secure the door and when he turns , he gives me a smile, that smirk with the dimples.

"Quit fussin" he says as my eyes still hold tears , some of them already escaped down my cheek.

He lifts his hands my face and his thumbs wipe my cheeks. 

"I'm sorry about your horse" I say and his smile slips for a moment, and he clears his voice.

His lips tighten and he nods and then pulls my head closer, and dips his head down, kissing me on the top of my head.

I tilt my head back, with his hands still on my face and I slide my hands up over his white t shirt, as I keep my eyes on his.  

"Dont go lookin at me like that" he says with a little smile as my eyes clear and I sniffle softly.

"Like what?" I ask. 

"Like you might actually like me a little" he says with a playful smirk. 

A small laugh bubbles up from me and I reach up, my hands sliding to this shoulder and up behind his neck.

"nah, i definitely still don't like you Cowboy" I say as I pull him down and he smirks as I push up onto my toes.

"You about to kiss me  Hollywood?" he smiles at me. 

"Shut up Darlin" I say with a small smirk and he laughs , and his hands drop and grab my ass and lift me right off the ground as I yelp. He hoists me up, my legs going around him. 

"Call me Darlin again Savannah and see what happens to that mouth of yours" he grins as I lick my lips.

"Darlin" I say softly and he clenches his jaw, his hands gripping my ass harder. 

Apparently over bearing persistence did it for me, just as much watching him get misty eyed over the loss of his horse. 

"Arent you gonna kiss me sweetheart?" I ask him with a soft smile and he groans. 

"God, dont play with me Savannah" he groans. 

"Kiss me cowboy" I whisper and he lifts one hand, up my back, into my hair, and both of our mouths crash together as my hands hold his face and I part my mouth, angling my head, our lips parting and I moan, I whimper , I fucking melt with Beau's hand clenching my hair, his tongue pushing over mine and his low groan emptying into my mouth.