“We hate each other,” I remind myself as much as him, but the whisper is so breathless and weak I don’t think my brain, or his, really hears it.
“Uh-huh.”
And then his lips slide across my cheek to brush mine and I swear to God I see stars. My hands slip around his neck and into his hair and I open my mouth just a little. Mostly out of shock at my own behavior. When he squeezes my ass—hard—my mouth opens wider and Tate’s tongue barges in.
He’s pushing me now, hands still firmly planted on my ass so my body stays glued to his, and he walks me backward until I’m pressed up against that barn wall he had me up against earlier. Then his hand slips from my ass to the crook of my knee and as he tugs my bottom lip between his teeth, he pulls my leg up by my knee and grinds into me and I feel him, long, thick and so hard it makes a heated flush explode across my face, and even in the dusky barn he sees it and smirks.
“Fuck you,” I pant at the smirk as he pushes into me again, grinding his length across my core in the most perfect way.
“Is that want you want?” His voice is rough and hard and it’s the most sensuous thing I’ve ever heard. “Me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I answer before I can even think to stop myself. I grab the back of his neck and kiss him again because if he smirks at how much redder my face just got, I’ll die before he can give me what I want.
Our hands move in a frantic dance to remove each other’s clothes. He gets my pants down to my ankles and I kick one leg free as I tug his shirt over his head and throw it behind him. He reaches up and tugs on my ponytail, tipping my head back and then he puts his mouth on my neck, just above my collarbone, and attacks it with just the right amount of bite and suck so that I feel it between my legs. My hands reach and shove his sweat pants down. Thank God they don’t require work because my brain is short circuiting and my hands are shaky and uncoordinated with need.
He’s not wearing underwear. My eyes fall and land on his erection—thick, long and eager as it points toward me like a weather vane in a storm. I bite my bottom lip and make a noise in the back of my throat that I’ve never made before in my life. Tate smiles and bends down and for a panicked second, I think he’s going to pull his sweats up.
“What are you doing?”
He pulls something out of the pocket of the sweats and holds it up between us as he stands. “Protection.”
“Of course you carry them everywhere you go.” I roll my eyes.
He laughs and leans his whole body against mine again. “Only you would somehow make safe sex a character flaw.”
He kisses me hard holding my chin for a moment and the pulls back. “Besides,” he looks down and I hear the distinct rip of a wrapper. “Borrowed these sweats from Patrick. He carries condoms everywhere.”
He slides the condom on and then moves to kiss me again, his hand sliding down my side and around my hip as he pulls back just enough to speak. “Take your shirt off.”
I want to tell him I don’t take orders from him except that I want to take my shirt off. So I do and before it even hits the ground he’s yanking the strap on my bralette down and moving those gifted lips to my left nipple and I groan so loud he has to clamp a hand over my mouth again.
“Shh!” He commands, his words a gush of hot air against my breast. “They can’t find us.”
I nod and snake my hands into his hair again, pushing him closer to my nipple which he gladly circles with his tongue over and over before moving to the other one. “Now do you promise to shut up so I can put this hand to better use?”
I can’t answer because my mouth is covered so I bite his palm again. He yanks it away and unfortunately pulls his mouth from me too. “Don’t bite.”
I smile. “Don’t talk.”
I start to push his head down to my breasts again but now his other hand is in my underwear and without a lick of hesitation he slides two finger across my entrance and now it’s Tate who is making the strange noises. “You’re ready, Firecracker.”
“So don’t keep me waiting,” I reply shamelessly wrapping a leg around his hip, opening myself up against his fingers, which slowly slide inside. “Oh God…”
“If this is only happening once, I’m going to enjoy it. And so are you,” Tate whispers against my mouth before his tongue pushes its way inside again.
Definitely only once, I agree in my head as his thumb makes slow circles against my clit. I dig my fingernails into his shoulders. And he breaks our kiss and our eyes connect. His gaze is heavy and heated but there’s a flicker of hesitation to it too, like he’s waiting for me to come to my senses. His fingers slip from me and, knowing with every fiber of my now-on-fire being that I am never going to stop this, I push him back a bit and then push my underwear down my legs and pull my left foot free.
He’s watching me with a look of awe and lust.
“Now or never. What’s it going to be?”
Tate steps into me again, his wide hands cup my ass and he lifts me up off the ground. “Now. Then never,” he replies. “Hold on.”
He pulls me off the wall and takes a couple steps to the left, where there’s an empty pen with a door with metal rails. Probably where they used to keep their cow when they had one. He presses me against the rails now, kissing me hard and deep, and I can feel his sheathed cock bump against my entrance. I grab the rail on either side of my head and wrap my legs loosely around his waist. I watch with baited breath as he grabs himself and rubs his tip against my slit. We both inhale loudly at the same time.
His eyes dart up to me and then back down as he places one hand on mine on the railing and he guides himself into me with his other hand. Just the tip, then a little more, then a little less, then a little more… I hook my ankles behind him and as he starts to slide a little bit deeper again, I use my legs to keep the momentum and pull him closer and closer until he’s all the way in. He buries his face in my neck biting down on my shoulder as he grunts and my head tips back and I bite my bottom lip to keep my own moan from escaping.
Tate’s hips start to move immediately, and because this day isn’t insane enough, my body is overwhelmed with the urge to topple into orgasm. How is that even possible? I whimper and tilt my pelvis into the thrusts, trying to fight my orgasm and chase it at the same time. His hand grips my ass and his other one moves to cup my chin, tilting my face to his. “You feel…this feels…”
