Lumberjack Between My Legs

The knock at the door startled Jenn, her hands still sudsy from the dishes she'd been cleaning. She dried them quickly on a towel, wiping her palms before pulling the door open. There stood Brad, all 6'3" 250 pounds of him, his shoulders broad and imposing in his red and black flannel, jeans, and work boots. His dark, unruly hair fell in loose waves over his forehead, and the scruff on his jaw made him look rugged, almost wild. Jenn couldn't help but smile. Her fiance Will had been roommates with him 5 years ago. Will, 5'10 and average every way physically had won her over with his charm and the fact he was a musician. Physically, they looked so different, but there personalities were very similar.

"Hey, Brad," she greeted, leaning against the doorframe. "Sorry, Will won't be off work for a couple more hours."

Brad nodded, his blue eyes scanning the apartment briefly before landing back on her. "No problem. I can wait if you don't mind. I'll just watch some TV."

"Of course," Jenn said, stepping aside to let him in. As he passed, the earthy scent of sweat, and cologne wafted over her, sending a strange shiver down her spine. What is that smell? she thought, inhaling deeply without realizing it. It was intoxicating, unlike anything she ever noticed on Will.

She closed the door and turned back to him, watching as he settled onto the couch. His posture was relaxed, but there was something commanding about his presence that made the room feel smaller, quieter. Jenn busied herself with the dishes again, trying to ignore the way her body seemed to hum in his proximity. Her small 5'3 cross country runner physique was so different than him. Manly is the word she always thought to herself when he was around.

"So... I like the scruff," she said casually, glancing over her shoulder at him. "It suits you. Goes great with that black mane of hair you've got."

Brad chuckled, brushing a hand through his hair self-consciously. "You think it makes me look more manly?" he teased, his voice low and warm.

Jenn froze for a moment, her pulse quickening. "Well... you are the definition of manly," she blurted out before she could stop herself. "I mean, look at you."

His lips curled into a smirk, and Jenn felt her stomach flip realizing she said out loud what she was thinking. "Oh, flattery will lead you everywhere, Jenn," he replied, his tone playful yet unmistakably flirty.

She turned away quickly, focusing on the sink of soapy water, but her mind was racing. Why did I say that? He's just Will's friend. Just Brad. Still, as she scrubbed a plate clean, her thoughts kept drifting back to him--his size, his strength, the way his flannel stretched taut over his muscles. She swallowed hard, feeling a dampness between her thighs that she usually only felt in bed.

This is wrong, she told herself firmly. He's just here to wait for Will. Nothing more.

But then Brad was behind her, his shadow looming over her in the kitchen. "Need any help?" he offered, his voice closer than she expected.

Jenn jumped slightly, her heart hammering in her chest. "Uh, sure," she stammered, handing him a sponge. "Thanks."

He took it from her, his fingers brushing hers briefly, and Jenn felt the contact like a spark, zinging through her body. They worked in silence for a moment, the sound of running water filling the space between them. But the longer they stood side by side, the harder it became to ignore how close he was, how impossibly big he felt next to her. His arm brushed hers as he reached for a dish, and Jenn sucked in a breath, her nipples tightening beneath her tank top.

"You're kind of quiet," Brad observed after a while, his voice low and smooth. "Everything okay?" He had hoped his physical appearance today would trigger something, but honestly had no idea if it would. He just remembered Will telling him she once had said, "Brad is like a lumberjack from a commercial"

Jenn cleared her throat, forcing a laugh. "Yeah, yeah, just... zoning out, I guess."

He glanced at her, his gaze lingering on her face. "You sure? You look a little flushed."

"I'm fine," she insisted, too quickly. Her cheeks burned hotter under his scrutiny, and she cursed herself for reacting this way. Brad isn't supposed to make me feel this way--not when I'm engaged to Will.

Brad then said, "Thanks for the compliment earlier, coming from a hottie like you that gives me confidence."

She blushed, "C'mon, it's true and you know it."

He said, "You saying it is what means the most to me..."

Her breath hitched. "Brad, I--"

"Jenn, I have to say something." Brad's voice was low, gravelly, and utterly unshakable. "I know everything about you from either you or Will. You know quite a bit about me too... and I've felt this strong attraction to you I can't deny. I don't want to be the guy standing at your wedding, watching you marry him, when I feel like I should be the one at the altar. I had to say this now. You can tell me to get the hell out. I understand."

Jenn stood there, frozen in place, her breath catching in her throat as if the air itself had turned solid. Her heart pounded like a drum in her chest, each beat echoing louder than the last. She could feel the heat of his body so close to hers, the way his presence seemed to fill the room, shrinking it until it was just the two of them. His hand was inches from her face, his fingers brushing against the edge of her cheek, and she wanted to move, to step back, to say something--anything--but her feet were rooted to the floor.

"Very funny, big guy," she said weakly, her voice cracking under the weight of his stare. "You almost had me."

But even as she said it, she knew it wasn't true. There was no teasing glint in his eyes, no playful smirk on his lips. His expression was raw, intense, and completely sincere. And that scared her more than anything else.

Brad stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and for a moment, Jenn thought she would pull away. But then his hand cupped her cheek, warm and calloused against her skin, and everything inside her seemed to melt. She should have pushed him away, should have told him to leave, but instead, she found herself tilting her head ever so slightly, leaning into his touch.

And then he kissed her.

It was soft at first, barely more than a press of lips against lips, but it was enough to send a jolt of electricity through her body. Her hands flew up to his chest, gripping the fabric of his flannel as if she needed something to hold onto, something to ground her. But as the kiss deepened, as his tongue traced the seam of her lips, asking for entrance, she didn't pull away. Instead, she opened for him, giving in to the inevitable.

His arms encircled her waist, pulling her flush against him, and Jenn let out a muffled sound that was part gasp, part moan. The feel of his hard chest against her softer curves, the way he pressed against her, made her knees weak. She hadn't realized how much she wanted this, how much she'd been denying herself, until now.

When they finally broke apart, both of them breathing heavily, Jenn stared up at him, her eyes wide and disbelieving. "Brad... what are we doing?" she whispered, though her tone suggested she already knew the answer.

He didn't respond right away, instead running his thumb across her lower lip, his gaze locked onto hers. "What do you think we're doing?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion. "We're finally acknowledging what's been between us for months."

Jenn swallowed hard, her mind racing. What's been between us? she wanted to ask, but the question died on her lips. Because deep down, she knew. She'd felt it too, every time he walked into the room, every time their eyes met, every time he laughed or teased or simply existed. It had been simmering beneath the surface, tempting her, taunting her, making her question everything she thought she knew about herself, about her relationship with Will.

"This is wrong," she murmured, though her body betrayed her words. Her fingers were still curled into the fabric of his shirt, her hips still pressed against his, her breath still mingling with his.

"Is it?" he countered, his voice low and rough. "Or is it just something you've been too afraid to admit?"

She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could speak, he kissed her again, harder this time. And just like that all coherent thought in her mind was gone.

He reached down and lifted her with ease sitting her on the kitchen counter. She was in awe of his strength as they kept kissing. He stepped back, "Are we really going to do this here?" Jenn body flush with arousal was taking over, "Brad, if we don't do this now, I think the urges will consume us both everytime we are around each other. We are alone right now, lets see what happens, maybe it is just lust we need to flush out of the system." With that Brad picked her up and carried her to the bedroom placing her on the bed. Her hands were all over him soaking in the manliness. She unbuttoned his shirt unveiling a thick mane of chest hair, "Jesus, could you be anymore of a lumberjack" He responds "I hope that's a good thing" Oh, it is a very good thing she thought as she nodded yes. Her body was on fire. As Jenn lay on the bed, her body trembling with anticipation, she reached for the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head. Her cheeks flushed as Brad's eyes raked over her small, runner's body. She was lean, her muscles toned from years of staying active, but compared to his broad, muscular frame, she felt fragile, delicate.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with admiration. His large hands cupped her B-cup breasts, and she gasped at the contrast--his palms seemed to engulf them entirely, his fingers brushing against her sensitive nipples, which hardened instantly beneath his touch. Her runner's body glistening in the sunlight coming through the window.

"You're so big compared to me, compared to Will," she whispered, her eyes locked on his as she lifted her hips to shimmy out of her shorts and panties. Bare now, she spread her legs slightly, inviting him closer. "Everything about you is... so much."

Brad smirked, a flash of pride lighting up his blue eyes. "That's good, I hope?" he asked, his whispering.

"Oh, it's very good," she said with a breathless laugh, her hands reaching for his jeans to undo the zipper. She tugged them down slowly, her fingertips brushing against the coarse hair on his thighs, teasing him as much as she could. When his thick shaft sprang free, she couldn't help but let out a soft gasp. "Damn, Brad... you're thick. It matches the rest of you."

His cock was thick and veiny, standing proudly, and she marveled at how different it looked compared to Will's. She wrapped her hand around it, relishing the way it filled her palm completely, and stroked him slowly, feeling him grow harder under her touch.

"Am I bigger than WIll?" He immediately regretted the question, but Jenn didn't shy away. "Actually, I think he has you beat in length," she admitted, her tone matter-of-fact. "But this thickness... holy shit, it's good."

Brad chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that made her shiver. "Glad I'm not a total disappointment," he teased, though there was relief in his voice. He reached for her, pulling her into his arms, his lips finding hers in a bruising kiss that left no doubt about his intentions.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were dark with desire. "Your turn," he said, his voice hoarse. "I want to make you feel good, Jenn."

She nodded, her heart pounding as he positioned himself between her legs. His hands cradled her ass, lifting her toward him as he guided the tip of his cock to her entrance. She gasped as he pressed against her, the thick head stretching her open bit by bit.

"You're so tight," he murmured, his brow furrowing with concern. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm not that tight," she replied with a smile, her voice laced with pleasure. "I've just never had anyone like you inside me before."

Her words seemed to ignite something in him, his movements growing more deliberate as he pushed deeper. Jenn clenched her teeth, trying to adjust to the sensation of him filling her completely. It was overwhelming, exhilarating, and she let out a soft moan as he slid further in, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt.

"Fuck, Jenn," he growled, his forehead resting against hers as he paused, letting her get used to his size. "You're incredible."

She laughed softly, her fingers tracing the stubble on his jaw. "You're the one who's incredible. How does it feel to have all of me wrapped around you?"

Brad shuddered at her words, his body responding instantly as he began to move. Slowly at first, his thick shaft sliding in and out of her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Jenn met his rhythm, arching her hips to take him deeper, her nails digging into his back as the intensity built.

"God, you feel so good," she moaned, her voice breaking as she surrendered to the sensations. Her inner walls clenched around him, squeezing tightly as another orgasm rippled through her.

She whimpered, her breathing erratic as he pounded into her, his chest pressing against hers, his hips slamming against her ass. The sound of their bodies meeting echoed in the room, a symphony of pleasure that drowned out everything else.

"Brad..." she gasped, her voice barely audible as she clawed at his shoulders, her body writhing beneath his. "Don't stop... please..." With that he lifted her up with her legs wrapped around him, a position she'd dreamed about but never experienced. It sent both of them over the edge within minutes.

"Where do you want me?" he asked, his voice strained as he fought to hold back his release. "Tell me where you want it, Jenn."

She hesitated for only a moment before answering, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. "In my mouth," she said, her tone daring, almost savage. "I want you to cum in my mouth."

The words seemed to shock him, his eyes widening momentarily before they darkened with need. "Jesus, Jenn," he muttered, his grip tightening on her hips as he slowed his thrusts. "You're something else."

He pulled out of her with a groan, the loss of contact making her whimper in protest. But then he was positioning her on her knees, her face level with his glistening cock. She took him in her hand, guiding him to her lips, and without hesitation, she took him into her mouth.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hands threading through her hair as she sucked him deeply, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his dick. He held her head gently, controlling the pace as she bobbed up and down, taking him as far as she could.

"You're amazing," he muttered, his voice thick with admiration. "So damn amazing..."

Jenn grinned around his length, her confidence growing with each stroke of her tongue. She cupped his heavy balls, gently massaging them as she continued to suck him, drawing out his pleasure. And when he finally tensed, his fingers gripping her hair tightly, she knew he was close.

"Jenn, I'm gonna--" he started, his voice breaking as he spilled into her mouth, wave after wave of hot cum flooding her throat. She swallowed eagerly, her lips working tirelessly to take every drop, her hands still caressing his sac as he trembled above her.

When he finally pulled back, panting heavily, she looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Brad laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're unbelievable," he said, his voice filled with awe. "You're... feral."

She grinned, sitting back on her heels. "Maybe," she conceded. "But it's because of you. You bring that side out of me." He stared at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he leaned forward, capturing her lips in a slow, tender kiss. "So what happens now?" he asked when they broke apart, his voice quiet but intense.