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Nights that start out with sneaking onto John Seed’s property either end with an elaborate prank pulled off, or with the Deputy getting off. Either way, she’s satisfied.
John, on the other hand, only prefers one type of visit. He sees the pranks as personal affronts and behaves accordingly, lashing out at the Sheriff’s office and the deputies for weeks afterwards.
This “not friends, just benefits” situationship cropped up shortly after John and his family moved into the county. It wasn’t much of a reach, with both of them the same age, single, not looking for an attachment. It’s been happening for months, though it’s been a few weeks since their last hookup— always instigated by John, as he’s always conveniently busy whenever she tries to set things up.
“Saturday, sundown” was the extent of his note but it didn’t need more detail. Their rendezvous are often coordinated on short notice, and only ever when Joseph is out of town or otherwise occupied.
The Deputy didn’t question whether she’d respond (she never does) or whether she’d show up (she always does). Hey, times are hard, and there are only so many decent single men in Hope County.
An hour past sundown, she hops into her beat up pickup truck and rumbles it all the way to the property edge of the ranch. She kills the engine, parked well enough off the road to go unnoticed.
She begins her short walk towards the residence of the ranch, checking to make sure there aren’t any guards outside the side door. As usual, no one to be found. He sent them away, like every time before.
Can never be too sure however, can’t be too careful. While things haven’t come to a head with the project yet, it seems to be moving in that direction. After all, this is the kind of man who typically has armed guards outside his home. She mentally berates herself for coming again— she told herself last time would actually be the last time.
With the Sheriff taking more notice of the Seed family’s activities— nothing overly illegal that they can find, yet— and the complicated feelings developing for the man she’s visiting, she knows it needs to end. What started as a no-strings-attached hookup is more complicated now. She has to end it.
The Deputy tries the side door to find it unlocked, and slips inside. She scans the inside of the home, a lively, crackling fire illuminating the room, and casting dancing shimmers and shadows across the face of a certain lawyer, sitting in a large leather chair, swirling dark liquid around a glass.
A small pull at her gut, her intuition hits her with the foreboding sense of terrible trouble. Of what could come from this, of what is to come. Yet she stays just the same. He breaks their shared silence first.
“Lock the door, will you, Deputy?”
“Expecting company besides me?”
“Just you. Just to be safe.”
She turns around and latches the deadbolt, turning back towards him, still seated.
She nods at his drink. “Got one of those for me?”
He motions towards the side table, a bottle of rye whiskey and a glass sitting, ready. Deputy pours herself a glass and sits across from him, taking a deep drink. The spicy, peppery liquor dances across her tongue as she takes another sip.
She smacks her lips and licks them. “So, where’s Joseph tonight?”
His eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Missoula. Why do you ask?”
“Well, the only time you get me running over here is when your man is out of town.”
His eyes narrow. “Your point?”
“Well between sending the guards off early and only ever seeing me when he’s gone, I feel like I’m some dirty secret. Here to do your dirty work.”
His gaze holds, inscrutable as he picks his next words carefully as only lawyers do.
“Would you want our… situation to be widely known, Deputy? All your little friends at the Sheriff’s office, in Falls End to know where you go at night? At my beck and call?”
She scoffs, a light flush reddening her cheeks. “Hardly your beck and call. It’s been more than three weeks… And no, I don't want them to know. It’s not like that, Seed.”
“Then tell me, what is it like, Deputy Rook?”
“You’re supposedly some religious man, I’ve seen Joseph’s rule book. I know you’re not supposed to be drinking this whiskey, lying to your family, or fucking me raw.”
She sighs in frustration, her words failing to capture her thoughts. “I just— I feel like I’m a fool to be here, doing your dirty work.”
His eyes narrow before his smug mask reappears in the form of a deep smirk.
“Oh yeah?” He pushes to his feet and slowly stalks towards her.
“Maybe I don’t wanna do your dirty work anymore.”
He nods, with a soft affirmative hum. He drops to his knees between her legs, setting down his glass of whiskey, reaching for the button of her jeans.
She sighs, looking towards the fire, thoughts swirling. She should end things right here, before they go too far. She really should. Yet when he unbuttons, unzips, and pulls down, she lifts her hips to help strip her jeans.
She looks down at John, kneeling in front of her, as his hands bracket her thighs, pushing them outwards. He pulls his hands up her inner thighs, before using his thumbs to trace the edge of her lace underwear.
Holding her gaze, his hands run along the seam of the garment, holding the sides at her hips, as he dips his head to her inner thigh, slowly delivering licks, kisses, and nips as he inches closer to her core.
“If you don’t want to be here Deputy, you can leave at any time. But something tells me that you won’t be going anywhere.”
As he reaches the crease of her upper thigh, his tongue slips beneath the seam, and licks down. Her hips cant up, a breathy moan escaping as his licks under the seam of the lace travel up and down. Heat and wetness pooling beneath the lace, while his taunting words knock around in her mind. Torn between giving in to the sensations and letting him devour her right here on the chair, or pushing him back to actually talk, her mind wars with itself as his slender fingers slip the fabric aside and he begins his teasing on her lips.
He sucks on her outer lips, moaning into her. Her need builds, getting impatient with his teasing. “More, John.” She gets a humming sound of amusement from him before she feels his fingers brush over her clit, his mouth firmly affixed to sucking and licking up her outer lips.
The mix of sensations and sinful sounds from the man kneeling before her is intoxicating. Her arousal builds, his fingers dragging slow circles over and over. She still wants more, as much as he’ll give. “Give me your mouth.”
He pulls away his face to look up at her, fingers still focused on her clit as he speaks. “Still think you’re here doing my dirty work? It feels quite the opposite, Deputy.”
She laughs and fixes him with a sharp glare, “Spare me— you love eating pussy. I’m practically doing you a favor.”
His eyes harden and his mouth flattens as he dives down, mouth capturing her clit and sucking as he dips down to collect her growing wetness before pushing two fingers inside her.
She squeezes her eyes shut in a wave of pleasure, and clenches around his fingers. His moans and groans unleash from him, reaching a hand down to adjust himself, his hard on straining against his dark jeans.
“Don’t act like you’re only pleasuring me. How hard are you right now? Touch yourself, John.”
He keeps his movements but flicks his eyes up to meet hers, unzipping himself. He pulls out his cock and she can see the effect on him- already fully hard and seeping. He grabs his length and gives himself slow, tight strokes as he ups the pace of his fingers and tongue on her body.
“Yeah, that’s it. Nice and slow on your cock, baby.”
The pet name may be a bit much but she can’t help herself as he sucks on her clit, fucks her with his fingers, plays with himself, and is giving her a look that sets her on fire. This man can certainly multitask and it’s building her towards an orgasm by the minute.
She closes her eyes and tilts her head back over the top of the chair, breathing into all the sounds, sensations, textures ripping along her consciousness. She’s close but needs more of him, all of him.
“Fuck you make me feel good. Don’t stop- harder on my clit, baby.”
A man possessed, he picks up the speed of his sucking and licking, alternating sensations, sweat prickling his brow at the exertion. She looks down and takes him in, noticing the pace of his own motions has increased as well. Seeing him so turned on only pours fuel onto her growing fire, she reaches down and grabs a fistful of his hair, twisting the short strands between her fingers and pulling his face closer, needing more.
He keens as she yanks on his hair, and with her grip on his head she moves her hips against him, riding his tongue from her seat as he continues to fuck her on his fingers. Their groans and breathy noises mix, filling the room, adding to the onslaught of sensations. Rolling her hips over his tongue over and over, finding the exact pressure she needs is all it takes for a few blissful moments before she slams into her orgasm. Eyes pinching shut, the swell of pleasure rakes through her body, cresting and gradually coming back to herself.
She rolls her hips once, twice more as she takes in up the visual of the man kneeling between her thighs, hard and waiting. He slowly pulls out of her grip and stands. From her view still seated in the chair, she can see her juices glistening, soaked into his beard. The light from the fireplace illuminates him from behind, highlighting the lithe, strong lines of his body. He peels his jeans off, tossing them to the side, and picks up his previously abandoned whiskey, downing the remainder.
“Still feeling used, Deputy? Personally, when you grab my hair and grind your pussy into my face so hard I can’t even breathe, it doesn’t feel too much like I am the one using you, darling.”
She tries to muster up the argument to throw back at him, but after an intense orgasm the fight seems to have left her body. She chuckles softly, her naked body still draped across the leather. She kicks a leg up and over the arm of the chair, tracking his eyes as they flick to look at her exposed sex, and back to her face.
“Well I’m wet and willing, Seed. What will you do with me now?”
No further invitation is needed as he slowly moves to kneel on the bearskin rug beneath them, beckoning her off the chair with his gesture.
The Deputy, with as much grace as she can muster, slides off the chair and onto the rug, just as he reaches out to wrap a hand around her ankle to pull her towards him. Her ass slides across the soft rug, landing just against his body.
“I’ll take you right here on the floor if you’ll have me.”
Her eyebrows raise but a small smirk plants itself across her face as she tilts herself up to him. He closes the space between them, lunging forward, grabbing her chin and capturing her lips with a fierce edge.
She licks and bites at him just as he does to her, taking in the mixed taste of whiskey and her own tangy flavor across his lips, his tongue. He tears back and grabs her thighs, spreading her wide as he slots himself between. He draws her legs wider, his hands gripping tightly, his composure on the brink. He pushes her knees up and back, practically to her armpits, before he takes himself in hand. His strokes are long, languid even as his tip reddens, stained with pre-cum.
She pushes herself up to her elbows, all that stretching coming in handy as she keeps her legs pulled up and back, opening herself to him.
“Can I get a taste?”
His eyes flash up to hers, his chest rising and falling more quickly now. He shuffles on his knees closer to her core and runs his tip through her folds, collecting her wetness. He makes a point to rub her clit with his tip for a few moments before reaching out to grab her jaw, pulling her face in. She opens for him immediately, pulling as much as she can, swirling her tongue around his tip and down the shaft.
She hums at the taste of herself again, knowing how much it turns him on to make her taste herself over and over across his body. The angle of her head doesn’t let her look up but she knows without a doubt his eyes are blown out watching his length move in and out, her tongue running up and down and swirling all over him.
“I like you like this, much more than when you’re stealing my fucking car, or fucking up my plans.”
With that he grabs a handful of hair into his fist and lightly tugs her head further, testing, before pushing even deeper into her throat. She takes in a breath and releases her jaw, relishing the feeling of his small moment of retribution. Well worth the pranks as far as she’s concerned, and hot as hell. He releases his grip and after a beat to collect herself, she goes back to her swirling and sucking.
“Now, Deputy. I want you on your back.”
With a hum, she suctions his tip until she releases it with a loud pop, and lays back onto the rug, her core pulsing waiting for him, and her skin so warm from their actions and the heat of the fireplace. After one orgasm she’s already felt so much of the tension ease from her body, and as he rests his forearm beside her head and slowly enters her, she can feel herself melt around his thick hardness, reaching her arms up and around his body, pulling him deeper. Her mind briefly flashes to a joke about being a missionary in missionary, but the thought passes as he brushes a particularly sensitive spot.
“Fuck, John, I missed this.”
He releases a choked groan as he bottoms out and pulls back out slowly, making a point to thrust harder the second time.
“You missed my cock? Tell me Deputy, when it’s been weeks between my calls, how do you satisfy yourself? Do you use toys, or just your own fingers, knowing it’s a shell of the real thing?”
Always taunting. Always trying to have the upper hand. “Fuck you, John. I bet you think about calling me every fucking night. Especially when you’re fucking your fist pretending it’s my pussy.”
He grunts in frustration and responds by setting a rougher pace as she adjusts the angle of her hips once, twice until she finds the perfect angle of her clit rubbing against his body. The first orgasm has coated her thoroughly with wetness, her clit sliding effortlessly along the wiry hairs and hardness of his pelvis as he thrusts, filling her deeply.
“Right there. Oh don’t stop, baby. Right there!”
His eyes focus down on hers and he tangles one hand into her hair as he dives down to kiss her before resurfacing. He responds to her instruction and her increasing tightness, staying locked in his current pace and position, he turns to his words.
“This isn’t dirty work, you know. I don’t even give a shit if he finds out. You— your wetness— it’s— fuck.”
She’d completely forgotten her earlier complaint, a thin excuse to quit responding to his invites. Whether because it was embarrassing that their hookups were only ever on his timeframe or because of the inconvenient feelings that have begun to take hold, she didn’t know. She really couldn’t be bothered to care at this moment, with delicious friction lighting up her clit, and being utterly filled. With every thrust she speeds closer to her second orgasm of the evening, but she needs more. She squeezes her eyes shut and moans loudly.
“Harder, baby. I’m getting close”
She can’t tell if it’s the pet name or the tightening squeeze around his cock that has him slowly coming unraveled. A ragged breath drags out of him, and his pace becomes vicious at her behest. His voice is choppy as he speaks at this point.
“The grip your pussy has on me might actually send me over the edge when you come. Squeeze me tight, darling.”
She bites her lip and squeezes her eyes shut tightly as she breathes deeply, letting the sensations rush in as her clit draws all the stimulation it can, the pace relentless as she reaches higher, higher— with one more deep breath her orgasm shatters through her body and mind. She tosses her arm around the back of his neck as she pulls him close, riding out her orgasm.
She feels herself clenching, pulsing around John’s cock, still fucking her at a ruthless pace as he chases his own end. His thrusts erratic, brutally fast, he pulls out as his orgasm arrives. Still pulled down so close to her, he spends his orgasm right onto her vulva, the feeling of being coated on the outside arousing her even as she floats back down from her own release.
She peels her eyes open, taking in the scrunched up but unbothered face above her. Both breathing heavily, he pushes himself up and onto an elbow, taking some of the weight off of her. The sounds of their breathing mingle in the air with the crackling fire, but neither speaks for a long moment.
Finally, he breaks the silence. “So are you staying the night again, or is this gonna be it for us?”
She pushes herself up onto an elbow to face him at eye level. “I think we both know it’s not a great idea for me to stay overnight.”
A shade of disappointment crosses his eyes, and she hates the little piece of herself that is disappointed too. She follows up quickly, “But I can stay a little longer, if that’s okay.”
He nods, the disappointment partially clearing from
his expression as he pushes himself up to his knees, reaches for her legs and spreads them once more.
“May I?”
She nods, fascinated by his actions. Keeping eye contact, he lowers his head further and further until he’s eye level with her pussy yet again. Still covered in both of their orgasms, her lips and vulva are a mess of cum. She gasps softly when his tongue reaches out, licking clean a stripe up her inner lips, devouring her center, paying mind to suck at her clit before diving back down to lick clean another side.
Heat burns into her pussy— again— as she watches this man who pretends to be so pure lick his own cum off the pussy lips of his alleged opponent. The dissonance in his actions with her versus the rest of the time make her dizzy with pleasure, overwhelmed and nearing overstimulation as he circles her clit with his tongue before licking up another stripe.
He continues his attention in this way over and over, driving her to an edge that she continues to approach and regress from. The sensations are almost too much after two orgasms, her head moves side to side as she tries to catch a deep breath.
“John please— I—“ Her words catch in her throat as she feels another crest building.
Immediately he grabs her ass, one hand on each side as he pulls her even closer, giving her clit all his attention as he moves over and over. Her pleasure builds up to the edge once more, and blessedly, he doesn’t drop back down, he squeezes her ass even tighter. She gyrates against his tongue, so close to throwing herself over the edge. He grunts, his tongue moving fast and viciously as she cries out in pleasure, reaching her end. The edging of earlier hits her like a train and her orgasm shakes through her limbs. His licks slow and slowly transition to kisses on her lips below.
After such work and effort, her bones melt into the rug. She tries to open her eyes but her lids are so heavy, sleep pulls at her. Three orgasms in an hour will tire anyone out. She feels the sensation of a blanket being laid over her, and allows the warmth, ease, and comfort to pull her deeper towards sleep. She tries to speak, to motivate herself to stay awake and head home, but she can only muster up one sentence before sleep takes her.
“Damn, John.”