can get on with it.”
“Or what?”
“There is no or . Don’t make me chase you down.”
“Think you can catch me, cowboy?” God. Why was she taunting him?
His deep, rasping, sarcastic laugh might’ve been the sexiest thing she’d ever heard. “Oh, yeah? How about I’ll even give you a head start. I’ll count to five.”
Mel turned and ran.
From behind she heard, “Onetwothreefourfive.”
She managed to get out, “That’s cheating!” before an arm banded around her waist and she was airborne. She shrieked.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled in her ear. “Get those vocal cords warmed up because before I’m done with you, you’re gonna be screaming my name.”
Wynton carried her—one-armed no less!—into the tack room. He pulled a saddle blanket out of the stack and draped it over a workbench. Then he set her on her feet and stripped off her coat. His voice was back in her ear. “Chest on the bench, ass in the air is how I want you. Hold on to the bench with your left hand and drop your right hand beside your leg.”
Her need for him overtook any thoughts of arguing. Wynton had been the most spectacular lover she’d ever had, but he’d never been like…this. Desperate to have her and sort of pissed off about it.
At first he didn’t touch her besides undoing her jeans, shoving them and her underwear to the tops of her boots, then kicking her feet out to widen her stance.
She heard his labored breaths as he shed his clothing. She heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. She felt his satisfied grunt on the back of her neck when he pressed his chest to her back and reached between her legs to find her dripping wet.
One finger entered her. Then two. God. He had such long, thick fingers. She made a soft gasp when the callused pad of his thumb connected with her clit.
Wynton kept her immobilized on the bench, his breath hot in her ear as he finger fucked her. And he knew just where to stroke inside her pussy walls and for how long. He knew how much direct contact her clit could take. He knew how to light the fuse and how long before she detonated.
“It’s mine, Melissa. Give it to me.”
She did cry out when the orgasm blasted through her.
He kept pumping and doing that flicking thing on her clit, dragging out her pleasure. When the last pulse ended, he stilled and pulled his fingers out of her. Then he whispered, “Don’t. Move.”
No problem. She was pretty sure her spine was somewhere on the hay-strewn floor below her.
He slapped his hands on her ass cheeks hard enough to make that one swat sting. His two fingers, wet with her juices, trailed down her butt crack to her anus. He swept his fingers across her hole until the nerve endings flared to life and the rim was sticky.
She stilled. They’d talked about anal sex, even done a little anal play back and forth, and she knew he wanted to shove his cock in her ass. She wanted that too, but she needed to be more prepared than just a couple of swipes of her come to ease the way.
Wynton’s tight grip on her ass relaxed. She felt the damp heat of his breath on her lower back right before he kissed the spot and started to drag his tongue down the split in her ass, making a soft growling noise as he followed the trail he’d made with her juices. And when he reached her anus, he licked and lapped and sucked that tight ring before he plunged his tongue inside.
“Oh, God.” He did it a few more times, driving her crazy with the raunchy sensation that she loved.
Then he tilted her hips and inserted just the tip of his cock into her pussy. He dangled something rough against her right leg that caused her to twitch before he slid it into her hand. She squeezed her fingers around it. It felt like…rope.
Holy fuck.
Still breathing heavily, still just resting his cock an inch inside her, Wynton guided her hand between her thighs.
Keeping his hand circling her wrist, he dragged the rope across her clit.
Mel arched up. She tried to pull her
“Or what?”
“There is no or . Don’t make me chase you down.”
“Think you can catch me, cowboy?” God. Why was she taunting him?
His deep, rasping, sarcastic laugh might’ve been the sexiest thing she’d ever heard. “Oh, yeah? How about I’ll even give you a head start. I’ll count to five.”
Mel turned and ran.
From behind she heard, “Onetwothreefourfive.”
She managed to get out, “That’s cheating!” before an arm banded around her waist and she was airborne. She shrieked.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled in her ear. “Get those vocal cords warmed up because before I’m done with you, you’re gonna be screaming my name.”
Wynton carried her—one-armed no less!—into the tack room. He pulled a saddle blanket out of the stack and draped it over a workbench. Then he set her on her feet and stripped off her coat. His voice was back in her ear. “Chest on the bench, ass in the air is how I want you. Hold on to the bench with your left hand and drop your right hand beside your leg.”
Her need for him overtook any thoughts of arguing. Wynton had been the most spectacular lover she’d ever had, but he’d never been like…this. Desperate to have her and sort of pissed off about it.
At first he didn’t touch her besides undoing her jeans, shoving them and her underwear to the tops of her boots, then kicking her feet out to widen her stance.
She heard his labored breaths as he shed his clothing. She heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. She felt his satisfied grunt on the back of her neck when he pressed his chest to her back and reached between her legs to find her dripping wet.
One finger entered her. Then two. God. He had such long, thick fingers. She made a soft gasp when the callused pad of his thumb connected with her clit.
Wynton kept her immobilized on the bench, his breath hot in her ear as he finger fucked her. And he knew just where to stroke inside her pussy walls and for how long. He knew how much direct contact her clit could take. He knew how to light the fuse and how long before she detonated.
“It’s mine, Melissa. Give it to me.”
She did cry out when the orgasm blasted through her.
He kept pumping and doing that flicking thing on her clit, dragging out her pleasure. When the last pulse ended, he stilled and pulled his fingers out of her. Then he whispered, “Don’t. Move.”
No problem. She was pretty sure her spine was somewhere on the hay-strewn floor below her.
He slapped his hands on her ass cheeks hard enough to make that one swat sting. His two fingers, wet with her juices, trailed down her butt crack to her anus. He swept his fingers across her hole until the nerve endings flared to life and the rim was sticky.
She stilled. They’d talked about anal sex, even done a little anal play back and forth, and she knew he wanted to shove his cock in her ass. She wanted that too, but she needed to be more prepared than just a couple of swipes of her come to ease the way.
Wynton’s tight grip on her ass relaxed. She felt the damp heat of his breath on her lower back right before he kissed the spot and started to drag his tongue down the split in her ass, making a soft growling noise as he followed the trail he’d made with her juices. And when he reached her anus, he licked and lapped and sucked that tight ring before he plunged his tongue inside.
“Oh, God.” He did it a few more times, driving her crazy with the raunchy sensation that she loved.
Then he tilted her hips and inserted just the tip of his cock into her pussy. He dangled something rough against her right leg that caused her to twitch before he slid it into her hand. She squeezed her fingers around it. It felt like…rope.
Holy fuck.
Still breathing heavily, still just resting his cock an inch inside her, Wynton guided her hand between her thighs.
Keeping his hand circling her wrist, he dragged the rope across her clit.
Mel arched up. She tried to pull her
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