My whole life, Ricardo Torres had been the boy next door. Only now he was the man next door.
I’d been away, studying in Madrid, but now I was back. Our families hadn’t always seen eye-to-eye and I knew, in part at least, that it was because my parents hadn’t been comfortable with knowing Ricardo was living on the next plot down from ours. The three-year age difference hadn’t been a problem when we’d both been children. Eight-year-old Ricardo had been tolerant of five-year-old me following him around. It wasn’t until later, when we became teens and young adults, that our families stepped in. Maybe they could already see what we couldn’t—that this childhood friendship had the potential to become so much more.
They hadn’t been wrong.
Ricky had waited until I’d turned eighteen before he did anything. It had killed me to see him fending off the advances of other girls in the area. He’d never been rude or dismissive of them, always letting them down gently, but even knowing there was a possibility he’d decide he liked one of those girls more had twisted me up inside. They’d seemed so grown up to me—mature women of twenty, when I’d been filled with all the frustrations of being seventeen and still living under my Papa’s roof. But the day I’d turned eighteen, Ricky had confessed how he felt about me, and I him, and we’d never looked back.
We were going to run away together, to Madrid. We’d rent a tiny apartment above a market square, and I would study, and he’d work in a bar, our nights were to be filled with lustful romantic sex. Then tragedy had fallen. His parents had died in a car crash abroad, and Ricardo had to step in to manage the orchard.
He’d insisted I go to Madrid, and continue to live our dream, even when he couldn’t.
But the only thing the last semester at university had taught me was that without Ricky there was no joy in my life. I couldn’t keep pretending this new existence in the city, surrounded by strangers, was what I wanted. I wanted to be with him, to live our lives in the sunshine, surrounded by orange trees. And maybe, one day, when the time was right, we’d hear the laughter of our children as they played around those same orchards.
I stood in front of the mirror, admiring the all-over tan I’d been cultivating that summer. I slipped on a pair of white panties, loving how they highlighted the golden colour of my skin. I pursed my lips, contemplating a bra, but deciding to go without. The dress I intended on wearing was long and almost demure, but it could be slipped right off. The idea of the contrast between the dress and my breasts naked beneath stirred desire in a low hum in my core. It had been too long. I doubted we’d even make it into the house before we tore off each other’s clothes.
I pouted at myself in the mirror and lifted my hands to my breasts, leaning forward slightly and pushing them together. I gave myself a cheeky wink and laughed. I definitely wasn’t a little girl anymore.
Picking up the dress I’d chosen, I pulled it over my head. I slid my arms into the sleeves and settled the material around my shoulders. It sat low, making the most of my lack of a bra, but the long sleeves and skirt covered the rest of my body. I liked the idea of teasing Ricardo, giving him a glimpse of skin while keeping the remainder of me covered.
Not that it would stay that way for long.
I was dizzy with the anticipation of seeing him, my heart fluttering against my ribcage like a butterfly trapped inside a window. He was so close, and I couldn’t wait a moment longer. I slipped from my room and hurried out of the villa, hoping my parents didn’t notice I was leaving and demand to know where I was going. Some day soon, we’d have to tell them the whole truth—that this wasn’t just some childhood crush—but for the moment, all I wanted was to be with him.
Clutching my handbag to my shoulder, I hurried down the dusty track, toward the orchard with the high stone walls.
Filled with heady excitement, I knocked at the solid wooden gate.
It opened almost immediately, as though he’d been waiting there for me.
“Cherry. At last. I’ve missed you so much.”
Ricky yanked me inside.
It was good to see him, too. The sun had tanned his skin and lightened his jaw-length brown hair, so it was filled with natural highlights. His blue shirt was rolled up at the sleeves, exposing forearms that were lean and ridged with muscle.
Behind him, the orchards, heavy with fruit, stretched out toward the huge white villa that had been his family home but was now his, alone.
He held something in his hand.
“What do you have there?” I asked, reaching for it.
He lifted his hand to show me the orange I assumed he must have picked as he’d walked down to path to open the gate for me. He broke it open, tearing the skin and exposing the flesh.
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“Here, taste this,” he said, pressing the orange to my mouth.
I parted my lips and sank my teeth into the sweet fruit, so juice ran down my chin.
I giggled and pushed him away, wiping my chin with the back of my hand.
“Isn’t it the sweetest thing you’ve ever had in your mouth?” he asked, staring into my eyes.
I reached down and covered the front of his pants with my palm, finding a pleasingly hard ridge there.
“Maybe not the sweetest thing,” I teased, a smirk playing on my lips.
I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively, and he swiped my bottom in a playful tap.
“Naughty girl,” he admonished, though I knew he didn’t mean it.
“Just how you like it.”
That fire was in his eyes and my breath caught. He threw the bitten orange to one side and reached for me, his hands cupping my face, capturing my lips with his. He used his size and strength to back me up against the gate I’d just walked through and kissed me hard. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I touched it with mine.
Arousal blazed through me and I sank against him, loving the feel of his body—strong and hard from all the physical work—pressed to mine. God, I’d missed this man so much. His lips feathered across my jaw and I tilted my head back, exposing my throat.
Pushing my dress from my shoulders with his other hand, he dragged down the front, exposing my tits to the warm Spanish sun and his heated gaze.
“I love it when you don’t wear a bra,” he murmured against my skin.
I smiled a cat-got-the-cream smile. “I know.”
He kissed my neck, the sensitive skin rising in goosebumps with every lick and nibble. He palmed my breast and pinched my already hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The pinch was just the right amount of pleasure and pain and I gasped, my arousal ratcheting up another notch. Ricky had always known exactly how to work my body—even better than I did myself.
“You have the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen,” he growled. “Did I ever tell you that?”
“Only every time you get me naked,” I laughed.
“That clearly isn’t often enough.”
As our kisses deepened, Ricardo reached for my long skirts, dragging up the front, and then delving his hand beneath them. His fingers brushed the front of my panties and I groaned and rocked my hips against his hand. I’d pictured this moment every time I’d masturbated back in Madrid, my body yearning for his touch in a way I’d never experienced before. It was as though my body craved him independently of my heart or soul—though all of me had grown desperate for his presence during our separation.
The walls surrounding the property were tall enough to keep out the peeping eyes of any of the neighbours, though I doubt they would do much for the noises I was sure we’d soon be making. I crushed my breasts to his chest, gripping his shoulders with my fingers, smooth muscles beneath soft cotton.
He pushed my panties to one side, his index finger sliding between my folds, opening me up to him. He’d already found me wet and wanting, and he pushed one digit inside me, fingering me a couple of times, before adding a second. I stretched around him and ground my hips down on him, loving how he felt.
“Your pussy is as juicy as one of my oranges,” he growled.
“Juicy and sweet,” I murmured. “You should taste it.”
I was heady with pleasure, lost in the sensation of his mouth claiming mine. My inner muscles clamped around his fingers and a fresh gush of wetness readied my body for him.
He ducked his head to my breast and sucked my nipple into his mouth. His teeth grated across the sensitive peak and I arched my back, pressing myself into him, wanting more. I’d let him devour me whole if I could. His fingers continued to work me, curling to find that sensitive spot on the inside of my walls. My breathing grew faster, and I knotted my fingers in his hair while he feasted on my tit.
“Oh, God. Fuck… yes.”
My climax was close, and I reached for it. The muscles in my belly and thighs tensed. His thumb found my clit, applying pressure with short, fast circles, and I unravelled around him. My body shook and shuddered as my orgasm rolled through me. I clung to his shoulders, my face buried against his neck, light-headed and gasping for breath.
But he wasn’t done with me, and I certainly wasn’t done with him. When I’d caught my breath and come back down to Earth, I dropped to my knees, wanting to taste him.
Ricky let out a groan. “Ah, fuck. You know how much I love your mouth around my dick.”
I smiled up at him as I fisted the base of his cock, holding him steady. I kept my gaze locked on his and parted my lips, slipping out my tongue to lap at his tip. He let out a groan, his head falling back against the gate, but only for a moment as he wanted to watch me.
I circled the head with my tongue and then covered him with my mouth. The musky scent of him, the salty taste of his pre-cum coating my palette. It did crazy things to me and my pussy pulsed, flooding me with liquid. Oh God, my panties were soaked.
Enclosing him between my lips, I sank down, taking him as deep as I could. He hit the back of my throat and I suppressed my gag reflex, staying down.
I pulled back off him again to focus on the tip, maintaining eye contact the entire time. I tightened my fingers around his root, holding him while I worked him into a frenzy.
“I’m going to shoot my load down the back of your throat if you’re not careful.” He groaned his warning to me.
I was more than happy to swallow down every salty drop of him but that would have to wait for later. We’d been apart for so long, I wanted to have him inside me when he reached his peak, to feel him giving himself to me fully.
I let him slip from between my lips and he pulled me back to my feet.
He turned me around and yanked my skirt up over my ass. He delivered a quick sharp spank to my cheek, sending a pulse of pleasure and pain through my body. I tilted at the waist and he bent at the knees slightly to bring us level. The head of his cock pressed against my sopping wet slit, and it only took a nudge of his hips for him to penetrate me.
“Oh, God. That feels so good,” I gasped.
“You’re so tight and hot, and wet.” He kissed my shoulder, his hands moving around me to cup my breasts again. He’d pulled the front of my dress right down, and I loved the feel of the sunshine and the warm air against my naked skin. I felt so wanton and exposed, fucking out here in the open.
The hard length of him pushed deep, stretching me open. I placed my hand against the gate, palm flat, bracing myself. I pushed my ass out towards him, wanting to take every inch of him deep. He thrust, slowly at first, but building faster, until the whole orchard was filled with the sounds of our gasps and groans, our flesh slapping together. His mouth was against my ear, his teeth nibbling my lobe, his breath hot and heavy against my skin.
We pulled apart, both of us instinctively knowing we wanted this to last. I rolled my panties the rest of the way down my legs and kicked the tiny slip of material away. Ricky undid his chinos fully and pulled them partway down his thighs. He dropped to the ground, his back up against the gate. His thick cock jutted out invitingly.
“Come here, beautiful. I want you to ride me.”
He pulled me down onto his lap. I knew how much he loved to look at my ass, how much seeing his cock sliding in and out of my pussy turned him on. I twisted around so I was facing away from him and dragged the skirts of my dress up around my hips to give him the best view. In that position, my hands were free, and so I slipped my fingers between my thighs to rub my clit. Being able to see his perfect cock breach my pussy turned me on so much. I loved how I stretched around him, and how I could see every ridge and vein vanish inside me with every thrust.
I slid up and down on his dick, his hands on my ass, as I strummed my clit. My second orgasm—and most likely not my last of the afternoon—was building again. He urged me on, using his grip on my hips and ass to lift me up and then slam me back onto him. One of his hands left my backside to move around my body and palm one of my breasts, his fingers working my nipple.
Frustrated by my dress, I yanked it off my arms, exposing my tits and shoulders completely. Ricky seemed more than happy to help, clearly wanting me with as little clothing as possible. Our passion built, the sounds of our gasps and moans spinning through the orchard’s treetops. We kissed again, and, with my thighs burning, I leaned back into him, allowing him to take some of the strain. He replaced my hand with his own, rubbing my sensitive, swollen clit with just the right amount of speed and pressure, working my body even better than I knew myself.
I was close, so close, but I wanted him to take control fully again. I pulled myself off him, hating the feeling of emptiness after having him inside me, but knowing it wouldn’t last for long.
I reached down to him and pulled him to his feet.
“I want you to fuck me hard.”
His lips were swollen from kissing, his gaze heavy with lust. “I’ll give you anything you want.”
He spun me around and shoved me back up against the gate. There was a crash at the force of his movement, and I yanked my dress up over my ass. He spread my cheeks and I bent slightly at the waist, pushing my sopping wet pussy out towards him. His cock met my entrance and there was no resistance as he thrust back inside me. I used the gate to brace myself as he fucked me hard, our flesh slapping together. His lips pressed against the bare skin of my back, both of us damp with sweat beneath the hot sun. The gate banged each time he slammed into me, and I had the fleeting thought that perhaps the sound would travel to my parents’ place. I didn’t even care.
Our movements grew faster, our gasps and groans louder. My core tightened and I hovered on the edge, a part of me desperate to spill over into ecstasy, while the other part never wanted this feeling to end.
“Ah, fuck,” Ricky groaned in my ear. “I’m coming.”
Bliss claimed me, starting at my core and spreading out through my entire body, across every inch of skin, right to the very end of my limbs. The world receded and spun, and as I squeezed my eyes shut, stars burst across the darkness. I clutched to him, certain my legs would give way and I’d fall to the ground, but he was so strong, I knew he’d never let me fall.
We held each other, both of us waiting for our racing hearts to slow, and our breathing to return to normal.
Ricky held me tight. “God, Cherry. I’ve missed you so much.”
I twisted in his arms and kissed him. “I’ve missed you, too. I can’t go back to Madrid. I don’t want to exist in a world where you’re not there.”
“So, stay,” he said, staring into my eyes. “Stay with me, and we’ll spend every day making love in the orchard.”
“What about my parents?”
He brushed a damp strand of my hair away with his finger. “Let me talk to them. You’re a grown woman and I’m a man with a business and a home. They’ll come around quickly enough.”
I bit my lower lip, fresh nerves dancing around my stomach, but then I nodded.
“So, you’ll stay?” he asked, ducking his head to look into my face.
I smiled back, my heart bursting with happiness. “I’ll stay.”
The End
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