Flanked by Cat Johnson

reached down her shirt with two fingers and whipped a small square package out of her cleavage.
    “God, I love fucking you.” Garret laughed and took it from her while balancing her weight in his right hand. “I have to put you down for a second.”
    “All right. Just for a second.” She put on a pout, which he was pretty sure was fake, as he set her feet on the ground.
    While he unfastened his belt and jeans, he groaned as he saw Silver reach beneath her skirt and slide her panties down her long legs and over her cowboy boots. She stepped out of them and straightened with her underwear dangling from a finger.
    Realization struck Garret. “You wore a skirt and brought a condom with you tonight because you were planning this, weren’t you?”
    “I did have hopes for some sort of diversion tonight, but I definitely did not plan on getting turned on from watching you get thrown around on the back of a bull like a rag doll.” Silver tucked the panties into the front of Garret’s vest.
    Just knowing her underwear was there had him throbbing. In fact, maybe he’d keep them as a memento. It would serve her right if he refused to give them back since she’d just insulted him. “I did not get thrown around like a rag doll, thank you very much. It was a near perfect ride.” Garret hoisted her up again and positioned her so she hovered just over the tip of his now condom-covered hard-on.
    “Whatever. Now shut up and fuck me.”
    “Gladly.” Bracing Silver between the wall and his body so he could support her weight and still maneuver, Garret lowered her over him. She was so wet his cock pierced her easily and he slid all the way inside. His adrenaline-fueled need, coupled with the awkward position, meant this wasn’t going to be his best ride as far as technique. “I’m not going to last long.”
    As Garret made that announcement he felt his balls tighten and draw up.
    “Fine.” Her one-word answer came out breathless as he pounded into her.
    It was a good thing she was okay with it because there was no stopping the freight train of an orgasm that near flattened him. He pressed deep, crushing her against the wall as he buried his face in her hair to smother what, had they been someplace more private, would have been a loud roar of pleasure.
    Still throbbing, he held deep inside her and didn’t move. Not only did he not want to move, he wasn’t sure he could. If the wall hadn’t been behind her, there was a good chance he would have dropped her. His arms were weak both from the ride and from holding her up, and now that the adrenaline was starting to leave his system, his shoulder hurt like hell.
    Silver’s thighs tightened around his hips and she pressed her pelvis tighter against his. She plunged her tongue between his lips as she ground her clit against him. She only made the tiniest of motions with her hips, but it must have done it for her. Her breathing quickened and he felt her muscles clamp down on his fading cock. He drew in a shaky breath, knowing what was coming. Silver moaned against his mouth and he felt her orgasm hit, massaging his cock inside her.
    He held her there until the last of the aftershocks squeezed him, then he broke the news to her. “I’ve gotta put you down. I’m sorry.”
    Still panting and clinging to his neck, she nodded.
    She released the vise grip of her legs around his waist and Garret lowered her to the ground. He let his right arm bear most of her weight because his left arm was starting to feel more and more useless thanks to the pain in his shoulder. Once she was standing safely, he clutched at it.
    “You okay?” She watched the action and frowned.
    “I just need to ice it, is all. Are you okay? Is the new tattoo still sore?”
    “Yes, but it was worth it.”
    He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his lips, in spite of the pain. “That was un-fucking-believable.”
    She smiled too. “Yeah. But it doesn’t mean we don’t still have a date in the truck