Big (A Real Man): Bonus Short Story

A Real Man Down Under

 A Real Man Short Story

 

Synopsis

I’d loved him for the last fifteen years. I’d given him glances, had heated fantasies of all the things he’d do to me if I just told him how I felt.

And I hadn’t known he felt, thought, wanted those same things with me.

Until we were finally honest with each other. Then everything fell into place.

A passionate night of uninhibited desires, feelings, and needs led to finding the one person I was always meant to be with.

Big.

My husband.

My best friend.

The one man who consumed me.

His name said it all. He was larger than life, possessive, territorial… obsessed with me. He let me know, had me feeling those things every single day until I was drunk off them. And here we were, ten years later, spending our anniversary on the beach during an Australian summer.

And there was nothing I wanted more than to let my very own mountain man show me exactly how feral he was with me, one touch and lick at a time.

 

  

Chapter One

Landry

 

I felt fifteen years younger in that moment as I lifted my arms and ran my fingers through my hair. Sweat coated my body, this light sprinkling of droplets that made me hot and cold all in the same breath. And as I swayed my hips to the music, danced to the beat, and rubbed my ass against his crotch, all I could think about was how much he wanted me.

He was hard, thick, his hands moving over me as if they had a mind of their own. And his mouth was on my neck, his tongue moving over my damp flesh. He growled against me like some feral animal.

“I could come right here, right now.” He nipped at my throat and I moaned. But no one could hear me. The music was too loud, the atmosphere too sexual. Everyone here was seconds away from fucking on the dance floor.

I reached around and wound my arms around his neck, stretching my body out, feeling a slight breeze moving along me. But it was warm, humid. It was sexually laced.

“Fuck, I want you, want to slide my cock deep into you and feel how wet you are.”

I moaned, and he turned me around in his arms, gripping the back of my neck tight enough I gasped. But I wanted more.

“Just take me then,” I whispered, opening my eyes and seeing his half-lidded gaze trained on me. He slid his hand along the side of my throat and gripped my chin.

“Watch it, baby girl. You know how possessive I get. I don’t want any of these motherfuckers seeing what’s mine.” He had his other hand on my ass, squeezing the flesh painfully hard, so hard I groaned. “I already want to beat some fuckers down for even breathing in your direction.”

My body hummed at his words.

“You’re playing with fire, Landry.”

I grinned slowly. “Don’t you want to get burned?”

He tipped my head back even more and pulled my bottom lip down with his thumb. He stared at my mouth, and I felt my heart thundering even more at the dominant look on his face. He let the flesh go, and it snapped back in place. I felt blood rush to the surface, and on instinct, I licked my lips.

I heard him groan right before he dipped his head and kissed me… mouth-fucked me right in front of everyone.

I knew what he was doing.

Big was staking his claim, marking his territory.

“Let’s get out of here,” I murmured against his mouth, not thinking about anything but being alone with my husband. He gave my ass one more powerful squeeze, and I felt a fresh gush of wetness soak my panties.

“If I take you out of here, I’m going to have to fuck you, Landry.”

God, he was driving me insane, and I wanted to be that way. I wanted to let the alcohol I’d consumed make my inhibitions go out the damn window. And it was doing a pretty good job of that already.

And the knowledge that Big wasn’t drinking, that he was staying sober to make sure I was okay, that no one fucked with me, turned me on even more. Because knowing he was this worked up without having any liquid courage, that he was this hard and ready for me, made me feel… powerful.

I let him lead me out of the club, bodies pressed together, the smell of salty sweat and beer in the air. The feeling of sex was thick all around us. I kind of liked it. It made me even more aroused. A guy bumped into me, and I heard Big growl low, reach out to push the man away, and bark out to “watch where the fuck you are going.”

I tipped my head back and knew my grin was sappy and aroused. My big, strong husband was willing to do whatever to make sure no one so much as looked in my direction. It had a fire burning deep inside me.

We found ourselves on the beach, and I stopped to unhook my heels. Big took them from me and wrapped his other hand around my waist, keeping me close. My bare feet dug into the grainy sand. It felt good. Free.

But nothing felt as good as the man I was currently pressed up against.

He kept leading me away, farther down toward an outcropping of rocks, a personal little mountain, a private island. I didn’t fight him, not when I wanted this just as much.

“You’re drunk,” he said gruffly, and I nodded, laughing softly. My cheeks were on fire.

I was intoxicated, and it felt good.

Yeah, I’d had one too many drinks, because the feel of a summer Australian breeze moving over my body was incredible. Maybe it was the scent of the salt in the air or the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.

I was halfway around the world, so out of my comfort zone, yet having the sensation like I was right where I belonged.

Everything ignited my senses.

Or maybe it was him.

Big.

My husband, who’d taken me to this incredible country for our wedding anniversary.

A man who worshipped the ground I walked on.

A man I loved more than anything else in the world.

He’d gotten out of his comfort zone, put his cabinet-making business back home on hold, and we’d packed up for a week of wanderlust.

This trip was glorious, surreal, and dreamy in every sense of the word.

Then we were sitting on the beach, the smell of the salt water thick in the air. I lay back, closed my eyes, and just felt myself fade away.

The feel of his hands on me then made me anxious to see where this was going. The way his calloused fingers skated along my body had me moaning.

“We shouldn’t. Someone will be able to see us,” I whispered, but truthfully I didn’t care. After ten years of being with my big and rough-around-the-edges mountain man, I still felt like I was that young woman who was too afraid to tell him how I felt.

“We really fucking should, baby,” he said gruffly, and I dug my hands deeper into the sand on either side of me, as if it could station me and not let me float off from the pleasure.

He started whispering dirty things to me, slightly muffled, wholly consuming. His obscenity couldn’t be tamed, but then again, Big was a force to be reckoned with. It was one of the reasons I loved him so much.

Here I found myself, intoxicated from the champagne bubbles, drunk off the feel of him, and desperately wanting more.

So much more.

Exhibitionism.

Sex on the beach.

Uninhibited desires.

Here, we had no worries, no responsibilities. We were just two souls experiencing life for the next week, as if we were in our own world.

And experiencing life apparently meant raunchy, obscenely hot sex on the beach.

And I was all for it.

I wanted to experience all of that right here, say screw it to anyone who saw us, who stumbled upon us in this little hidden cover on the other side of the world.

“Will you let me in?” he whispered, and I wanted to tell him yes, but all I could do was nod. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe. He was bringing me higher, so high I was going to fall over that invisible thread of reality and tumble headfirst into insanity.

I nodded, the best I could do with how drunk I was on the arousal.

“I should take you to the hotel, lay you out on the sheets, eat you out until you come all over my face.”

I opened my eyes and lifted up partially, resting my upper body on my elbows so I could look down the length of my abdomen at him. God, under the moonlight he looked impossibly bigger, so muscular, and wholly possessed by me. He was poised between my thighs… above the very intimate, wet part of my body.

All he’d have to do was push my dress up, pull my panties aside, and he’d be able to feel how hot I was for him, how wet and ready.

“What are we doing?” I whispered, finally able to speak.

He lifted his head for a suspended moment and just stared into my eyes. I could hear the distant sound of the music from the nightclub we’d been at. It seemed to make everything a little bit more erotic.

I licked my lips, waiting for him to answer. Without breaking his hold on my gaze, he pushed my dress up so it was pooled around my waist. On instinct I spread my legs even wider, my heels sinking into the soft sand as I opened for him. I was breathing hard and fast. I wasn’t able to stop myself, couldn’t.

“Big.” I said his name on a soft moan when he slid his fingers along my inner thighs and rest right at the junction between my legs. And still he held my gaze with his own. “What are we doing?” I said those words again, but they were so soft I figured he hadn’t heard me.

“We’re fucking, Landry.” He leaned in close, and I felt the warmth of his breath move along my pussy. And even though I had panties on, it scorched my sensitive flesh.

Fucking. Yeah, that’s what he was doing to me.

“I’m about to eat my wife out on the beach in Australia, lap at her pussy cream, swallow her orgasm.”

Oh. My. God.

I couldn’t hold myself up any longer and let my back rest against the sand. I spread my arms out and closed my eyes, feeling the moonlight on me, the warm Australian breeze moving along my body over and over again.

He reached up and pulled the bodice of my dress down, my breasts becoming free, shaking slightly from the force. He had big palms on the mounds, squeezing them gently, running his thumbs along the stiff peaks.

I started undulating against him, needing his mouth on me, his tongue moving through my slit.

“What if somebody sees us?” I felt like I’d asked that question over and over again, but maybe that had been a thought in my mind, playing on repeat like a broken record.

I heard him grumble softly, felt the vibration down to my very core. “Let them see us, Landry. Let them see what they can’t have, that you’re mine. Only mine.” And then he hooked his thumb along the edge of my panties, pull it to the side, and everything in me stilled.

My heart stopped, the blood rushed through my veins, and for a moment in time I was frozen there. I opened my eyes and stared up at the night sky, looked at the millions of stars above me. I gasped at the first feel of his tongue flattening against my pussy, and opened my mouth at the sensation of him dragging it up and then sucking my clit into his mouth. I was spiraling out of control.

Over and over he sucked and licked at me, lapped up the juices that he’d caused in me, my arousal that was only for him. He ate me out, made my flesh even more soaked. Big sent shock waves of electricity straight through my clit so it encompassed every single nerve ending in my body.

He licked at my pussy like a starving man.

And when he slipped a finger deep inside me, my inner muscles clenched around him, drawing in that digit, needing something more substantial.

I needed Big and everything he was.

Before I knew what was happening, I was pleading for him to fuck me, this mantra that I was saying out loud and in my head over and over again. And he gave me exactly what I wanted. He hauled me up off the ground, had me straddling his waist, my panties pulled to the side by his finger, and the hot, hard length of him only covered by denim pressed against my pussy.

I was frantic as I went for his belt, undid the button and zipper of his jeans. His cock was hard and thick, long and ready. I gripped the base and started stroking him from root to tip, gathering the pre-cum that dotted the crown of his head, and used it for lubrication as I jerked him off.

I stared at his face as I did this, his mouth slightly open, his eyes hooded as he looked at me. I rose up and placed the tip of his dick at the entrance of my soaking pussy hole. And then I slid down, my body engulfing him, becoming stretched so I could fit him comfortably inside me. And as I sank down inch by slow inch, my moans and his groans seeming to crash loudly around us like the water against the shore, I knew I wouldn’t last.

I was already on the verge of getting off, of letting that pleasure take me over, pull me down deeper and deeper until there was no hope of me breaking through to the surface.

I rose on my knees and started lifting up and moving down. I rode him hard and fast, my hands on his abdomen as I bounced, as my body sucked at his cock. I felt his muscles clench beneath my fingers, his body so hard the manual labor he did day in and day out was evident in his physique. He had his hands on my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh. He helped me rise and fall on him, using me as his vessel.

“Fuck. Yes. Give it to me,” he groaned and bounced me faster on his straining, thick erection.

I closed my eyes and let the pleasure consume me. I heard nothing but the waves moving against the shore, this natural pulling and pushing that took my desire higher.

“I’m yours,” I was able to whisper back, surprised I had any strength to speak at all.

“I want you. I need you, Landry.”

I found myself drifting away, letting that ecstasy, the eroticism of being with Big take over. This was how it was every single time—all the years that had passed, the children we’d had, hadn’t dimmed any of it.

How I felt for him hadn’t lessened in the slightest. In fact, I loved him more every single day.

“God, Landry.” His voice was nothing more than a gruff whisper, the bass of the music that surrounded us and our identical breathing making an erotic cacophony. “You feel so fucking good.”

I didn’t need to rub my clit to get off. Just having him deep inside me, the friction, the wetness… just him was enough.

I tossed my head back, my hair moving along the bare skin of my shoulder blades sending little tingles throughout me. My tits bounced from the force of moving up and down. “God, I’m going to get off!” I cried out loud and long, heard him grunting, felt him pounding into me, lifting his hips to get as deep as he could.

And then I felt him come right at that moment, filling me up with his seed, making me take every last ounce of it.

“I love you.” I was vaguely aware he groaned those three words, but they were muffled by the sound of the blood rushing through my ears.

“God, Big.” I breathed out hard. “I love you.” And then I collapsed on top of him, my body spent, the tremors of my pleasure a rhythmic clenching around his shaft. I could feel how hard he still was, knew he’d be like that for a while.

He was insatiable when it came to me.

I didn’t know how much time had passed, but when I finally rolled off, he refused to let me get far. He still had his dick buried inside me, his arms wrapped around me. I rested my head on his bicep, felt his fingers move through the hair that fell against my temple.

I slowly opened my eyes, blinked a few times. I was in this post-orgasmic haze, the moonlight washing over us, the silvery glow that made everything seem not quite real.

A fantasy.

But this wasn’t something I’d conjured up. This was reality. Mine and Big’s. And although this was a wonderful getaway, an escape for our ten-year anniversary, I knew once we were home, I would be just as happy. I’d be surrounded by our children, would have my husband by my side, and know that I was loved.

We were one family, one unit. He was my life and I was his.

And what we’d created was better than any fantasy I could ever come up with.