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“Package arrived for you,” Grace said as she handed Owen a small box wrapped in brown paper, an envelope glued to the front of it. “Came from Atara.”
“Huh. Wasn’t expecting anything.” He opened the envelope and pulled out the note card inside.
You said anything I want. – L.
“Now what are you up to?” he mused to himself as he set the package down on the bar top. He ran a knife carefully under the seam of the paper and unwrapped the box.
“Lucy back yet?” Grace asked.
“Tonight,” he replied. “On the late train.” He flipped open the lid of the box. The contents inside hidden under tissue paper.
“You must be excited,” Grace teased. “She’s been gone what, seven days?”
“Eight,” he said, not paying her any mind. Owen lifted back the tissue before quickly dropping it, closing the lid, and looking around to make sure no one had seen. His cheeks flushed. He was grateful that Grace had her back to him.
Anything you want, darlin’. That’s what he told her. And Owen was a man of his word.
Owen glanced up at the grandfather clock that stood across the dining room. Ten fifteen. The train would arrive at eleven.
“Hey Grace, I’m gonna run home and freshen up. You can head home early when I get back, okay?”
“Sounds good, Boss,” she replied.
Owen grabbed the box, stashed the note inside and made his way out of the Saloon to his home next door. Taking the stairs two at a time, he headed directly toward the bedroom. He placed the box on his bed and stripped off his clothing, letting them stay where they landed on the floor. He had just enough time for a shower before she arrived. She obviously had a plan; best to be prepared.
Owen emerged from the bathroom; towel wrapped around his waist, his body still warm and wet from the shower. Picking up the box, he opened it again and pulled out a pair of red lace panties. He inspected the delicate floral design while he ran his fingers along the waistband savoring the soft, silky feel of the fabric.
Dropping the towel to his feet, Owen slowly slipped the panties up his legs, along his firm thick thighs and over his round, tight ass. The fabric was sown perfectly to comfortably cradle his cock.
He took a moment to observe himself in the mirror. The contrast of the trail of black hair from his chest to his groin made the red seem even more vibrant. The feel of the lace on his skin made him grow hard.
Light, help me.
Pulling on a fresh pair of trousers and a tight white t-shirt, he ran his fingers through his salt and pepper hair before lightly spritzing cologne behind his ears.
Owen headed back to the Saloon.
“Looking good, Boss!” Grace whistled as he walked through the door. Owen rolled his eyes but smiled as Grace continued, “The last of the guests have left. You should probably lock up behind me. Wouldn’t want to get interrupted, right?”
“Good night, Grace,” he laughed but did lock the door behind her, turning off the outside lights to indicate that the Saloon was closed.
Owen paced the floor, his stomach doing flips in anticipation. He felt like a nervous teenager before his first date. There was just something about Lucy that could knock the usually calm, cool bartender off-kilter. She was definitely one for surprises. The gift she had sent certainly was one. What else was she planning? Owen couldn’t wait to find out.
There was a light knock on the Saloon door. Owen almost hadn’t heard it over the sound of his heart pumping in his ears.
Lucy stood in the doorway of the Saloon. Owen’s eyes ran down the line of her body. Her golden-brown hair fell in waves to her shoulders as she twisted a strand in her fingers. Deep blue eyes shining in the dim light she bit her lip and smiled. Owen's heart fluttered in his chest. She wore a long black jacket, tied at her waist, the hem stopping just above her knees. Owen’s eyes locked on her red high heels. The shade of which could not be a coincidence.
"Hey there handsome," she said. "Miss me?"
Without a word, Owen reached out, looping an arm behind her back, pulling her to him. Lucy laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He kissed her deeply while he pushed the door shut before pinning her up against it.
Resting his forearms against the door above his head, Owen held Lucy in place with his body, his lips not leaving hers. She slipped her hands from his neck, trailing her fingers down his chest before coming to rest at his hips, hooking them around his belt.
Owen pushed against her with his groin. Lucy let out a gasp at the feeling of his hardness. Breaking their kiss, Owen brought his lips to her neck. He kissed a trail from her jawline to her collarbone. Lucy tilted her head to give him better access. He nipped at her delicate skin before sucking to leave his mark. The shiver that ran through her body had him smiling against her skin.
"Aren't you going to offer to take my coat?" she whispered, her breath warm on his ear. Owen lifted his head from her neck and kissed her lips before pushing himself off the door. Lucy let her hands slip from his waist.
"May I take your coat?" he asked with a playful grin and half bow. He watched as she slowly untied the coat. With a shrug the fabric slipped down to reveal bare shoulders. Sliding her arms free she held the coat out for Owen to take. He reached for it blindly, missing it completely, letting it drop to the floor. His eyes fixated on her body.
Owen’s heart banged in his chest, his breath becoming quick and shaky at the sight in front of him. He had seen her before in a similar state but tonight was different. He thought Lucy had never looked more stunning as she did leaning back against the Saloon door wearing nothing but a red lace bra and matching panties. He swallowed hard as he realized that the pattern of the lace matched perfectly to the pair he himself wore.
"Fuck, Lucy," he breathed, struggling to focus, his mind hazy with desire. "You're gonna be the death of me," his Sandrock drawl growing thick. He reached out for her, his hands desperate to explore her body.
Owen cupped her breasts in his large hands as their lips met. He alternated between massaging her with his whole hand to rolling her nipples between his fingers. He delighted in the feeling of her hardened peaks against the soft lace of her bra. He moved his mouth back to her neck as she writhed and moaned against him. He felt his control slip a little bit each time his name fell from her lips.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you," she whispered, her voice raspy. "I'd lie awake in my hotel room imagining your hands on me. Just like this," she let out a gasp as his mouth worked his way down to her breasts. He sucked on one nipple while his hand played with the other. "I missed the feeling of your body on mine. The feel of you in me. Light, help me. Owen, please,” she pleaded, warmth radiating from her core. She grasped one of Owen's hands and guided him down her abdomen and between her legs. She rolled her hips against his hand to be sure he could feel the wetness there. He moaned at the sensation, her nipple still in his mouth.
Sliding his hands off her breasts, he focused on rubbing her clit through the fabric of her panties. With increasing pace and pressure, he alternated between rolling deliberate circles on her clit and running his fingers along her slit, teasing her folds. The friction of his hand and the lace sent waves of heat through her. Her body pushed against him, desperate for a deeper touch. "Owen please," she begged through half lidded eyes. "Take off your shirt," she moaned, as she pulled the hem free from his pants. Removing his hands from her he pulled the fabric up over his head before dropping it at their feet.
He began to reach for his belt, but Lucy put out a hand to stop him. He lifted a curious eyebrow.
"No,” she smiled coyly. “That's for me,” she said as she ran her hand along the bulge of his pants. Owen placed a hand on the door next to her head to steady himself, his body tense. Resting his head against the cool wood, he closed his eyes. Lucy listened to his slow, measured breaths as she stroked him.
“I found this in a shop in Atara,” she said, speaking softly, running a finger along the cups of her bra. “I thought of you. I knew you’d like it.” She paused. “The rest of it,” she smiled, giving him a squeeze, “is just for fun.”
Owen let out a long trembling breath as Lucy slid her back down the door, her fingers running through the soft black hair on his chest as she made her way to kneel in front of him. She rolled her tongue around his navel down to the buckle of his belt. His body shuttered and face contorted as he fought for control.
Using both hands, Lucy undid his belt and slowly lowered the zipper of his trousers. Owen rolled his hips at the feeling of her lips gently brushing the skin just above his groin. Tugging at his pants, they slipped down his body to reveal the silky red panties he wore. His cock was hard and straining against the delicate fabric.
Lucy sat back on her heels, appreciating the view. Owen could hear her breath become rapid and ragged. He opened his eyes and peered down at her. She tilted her head up to look at him, eyes wide, face filled with pure pleasure.
“Fuck, Owen,” she exclaimed with a breathy laugh. “This is hotter than I even imagined. Oh. Oh, fuck!” Her whole body was shaking as she reached out her trembling hands. She licked her lips and ran her nails up his muscled thighs until they reached the edge of the panties at his hips. Rolling her hands around to firmly grasp his ass, she leaned over to peek around his body. “Your ass looks fantastic,” she giggled. “Light, this might be to much!”
Lucy slowly stood up. Owen leaned down, their mouths nearly touching as she ran her hand over his bulge again. Owen moaned. “I think you like these too,” Lucy breathed as she kissed him. “Thank you for doing this for me.”
Owen swallowed, his throat dry, arm shaking under the weight of his body, “Told you. Anything you want.”
Sliding her thumbs along the inside of Owen’s waistband toward his crotch, she whispered, “I want you to fuck me.” Owen’s body twitched. “But! These stay on!” She pulled on the panties, pulling his core to her.
“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured as he kissed her hard, pinning her against the door once again. He cupped her ass and lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Owen carried her across the room, toward the Blue Moon stage.
Gently placing Lucy on her feet, Owen sat down at the edge of the stage. He ran his eyes up and down her body, soaking in the sight of her, as he pulled his cock out.
“C’mere,” he said as he slowly stroked himself. Lucy climbed onto Owen’s lap, straddling him with her legs wrapped around his body. Owen ran his free hand up her thigh and between her legs. He ran his fingers between the fabric of her panties and her pussy, before slipping two fingers deep into her.
“Owen!” she cried, her muscles contracting around him.
“Love the way you say my name,” he thrust his fingers into her again.
“Owen,” she moaned again, this time long and low.
He smiled, satisfied. Slowly he slid his fingers out of her, bringing them to his lips he sucked her wetness off of them before reaching back down between her legs. He pushed the fabric of her panties to the side and lined himself up to enter her.
Lucy arched her hips, desperate to have him as deep as possible. Owen pushed into her slowly, willing his breath to remain steady. He was already so close to the edge; his blood ran like wildfire through his veins. But he wanted this. He wanted her.
As he felt himself fill her, he placed one hand on her back, holding her tightly to his body, driving himself deeper. His name fell from her lips in a blissful whimper.
Lucy watched him closely, rolling her hips to match his rhythm. She sighed heavily, taking pleasure in the feeling of fullness inside her. Owen rolled his fingers over her clit as they moved together. Her hands dug into his hips as she slid her body up his shaft to the tip before plunging back in quick and deep.
“Fuck, Lucy!” he growled, his mind overwhelmed with lust.
Her head rolled back as Owen flicked his tongue against one of her nipples before sucking on it. Grazing it lightly with his teeth, he repeated himself on her other breast.
“Owen! Light!” she cried. “More. Please!”
His pace quickened and his thrusts became more erratic. Owen was sure his heart would beat right out of his chest. Lucy felt her whole body tighten and shutter as the bliss of her orgasm rolled through her. The pressure of her muscles contracting sent Owen over the edge after her. He held her tight against his body, his forehead resting on hers as he emptied himself inside her.
Lucy snaked her hands up his body and wrapped her arms around his neck. They stayed this way together while their hearts slowed, and the aftershocks subsided.
“Light,” she breathed as she kissed him gently before leaning back to look at him. “I’m gonna need to travel more often if this is the welcome home I get!” She let her hands wander down his chest and abdomen to the waistband of his panties. “And we’re definitely keeping these!” she laughed as she snapped the elastic.
“Anything you want, darlin’,” he whispered.