He exhales a labored breath.
“One last question, and I will get you out of these clothes, okay darlin’?” I watch him, wide eyed. He leans in closer, closer, slowly, so agonizingly slow, “How do you feel about”—his lips tip up in one corner and anticipation in this second builds to an almost painful level—“spitting?”
I almost combust under him at the meaning behind his words, his sexy confident swagger in the way he is pushing me to the edge, and I haven’t even removed so much as a boot. But I see a little bit of fear in his eyes.
“I-I don’t know.”
“Okay, we can work on it. You’re doing so well, baby. So perfect.”
His movements become more deliberate as he studies me. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom, dropping it on the blanket beside me.
“A boy scout, I see,” I rib him gently, though it comes out breathy and strained.
“Always prepared.” He winks at me. Lifting my foot, he removes my boot then repeats it on the other side. Reaching up, he unbuttons my jeans, lifting my hips with the movement to slide them down, leaving me lying in my panties and socks. He runs a reverent finger over my soaked panties and gives a pleased grunt in this throat.
Pulling me up slightly, he peels my shirt off mebefore removing my tank top. I’m braless and his eyes widen once I’m fully exposed, just his gold chain hanging down my chest. He kisses the chain before moving to a nipple.
“Wait, biting?” He looks at me questioningly, and I give an affirmative nod. He nods back before setting about his work, sucking a nipple into his mouth. I feel his teeth close around it at the same time his fingers close around the other one. He tightens down at the same time and a gasp escapes my lips and my back bows, forcing more of my breast into his mouth, and I feel him smile against me.
“So perfect,” he whispers against my skin. “I fucking knew it.”
Grabbing my panties at the hips, he slides them down my legs, staring at my exposed pussy.
“So wet for me already. I love it.” He dips a finger into me, running a fingertip across my clit before sliding just the tip into me, making me twitch. He sticks the finger in his mouth, licking it before he brings it back and puts it in again. This time, he holds his hand up so I can see the slick wetness coating his finger before he brings it to my mouth. He lifts an eyebrow in question, and I open.
He moves it between my lips and rubs it across my tongue, making me taste myself.
“You taste like goddamned heaven.”
Standing, he pulls his buckle loose and unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down his legs before he removes boots and jeans, setting them aside. He’s standing before me, a cowboy god, in tight black boxer briefs, and black crew socks. His thighs are strong with cut muscles, from the bulls. His abs are deeply defined, and a perfect V leads into his low-slung boxers, blond hair covering the center and leading into the fabric. He stands there and lets me look for as long as I want, his hand palming his hard cock. My breathing is labored, and when I finallymove my eyes back to his, I can see his blown pupils, the lust raw in his gaze. He sticks his thumbs in his waistband before pushing his boxers down and kicking them off.
I trail my eyes down, absorbing the tense set of his muscles as he waits before my eyes land on his dick, hanging heavy between his thighs, bobbing slightly as he breathes hard. Just running through the tip is another metal stud, like the ones in his nipples and a tiny bead of liquid. When I see it, my eyes whip to his, and the laughter in them is enough to cause me to cover my face, blushing furiously.
“You seem so nice,” I spit out from behind my embarrassed hands. This earns me a full laugh that makes his abs clench and his cock bounce.
Kneeling, he says, “I am nice, baby. Most of the time.” Picking up the condom, he places it just below where he kneels, easy reach I guess, and adjusts himself so he’s seated between my thighs. “We will go slow, but I promise you’ll love it, especially in certain positions.” His erection is commanding and distracts me where he kneels, seeming impossibly large now that it’s close to me. Goosebumps break out on my skin as a cool breeze blows across us in our little bubble of solitude next to the river.
Running his thumb through my flesh, he rubs hard circles around my clit before pinching it slightly. I’m already panting and he watches every moan, every movement. Rubbing a little harder, then a little slower, then a pinch, then harder again, studying me, gathering information. Leaning forward between my thighs, he looks up at me, making eye contact across my body, his jaw works and a little bit of saliva drips down his chin and drops onto my pubic bone, and I swear it’s the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life.
I try to grab him, to bring him to me, to force him to go faster but he doesn’t let me win.
“Please, Cash, please. Fuck me. I want to come,” I mewl, sounding desperate.
“I don’t have to fuck you to make you come, Hurricane.” He inhales deeply and smears the spit across my clit before beginning to rub it exactly the way I want him to, as though I showed him myself what I like.
I guess that’s what all the studying was for. Hooking two fingers inside me while his thumb circles, he rubs behind my pubic bone until he hits a spot sending fireworks through me, stars exploding behind my eyes, back bowing. He lets out a satisfied whine before pressing down on my stomach from the other side, pressing from both sides. I pant, I keen, I yell, I moan, and I lose control. My thighs begin shaking as the man kneeling between them watches me, happiness written in every line of his body.
“I’m—I have to—Cash I don’t—” Then I fall. I dive headfirst off a cliff as I hear a moan, and I realize I’m lying in a puddle. A large puddle. The shockwaves of my orgasm continue to shudder through me as I register the embarrassment of what happened.
“Cash, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” I look at him, his hand dripping, his lap wet. “Oh God.” I cover my face. My cheeks are flaming, the blood hot under my skin.
His hands pull my arms away. “Hurricane, you think for one second that wasn’t the hottest fucking thing? That’s exactly what I was trying to do. I wanted to see if you could, and you did. You’re so perfect, baby, I can’t even explain it.”
Laying on top of me, he kisses me deeply, nestled between my legs, his cock pressing against me. If I shift, just slightly, he will slip inside of me, where I am begging him to be. So, I do. As soon as his head slides inside, he hisses through his teeth and throws his head back.
“Baby, don’t move, please. Let me just feel you against me,for a second.Fuck.” He shakes a little with the effort. Sitting back up, he slips out of me. I watch, rapt, as he strokes himself a few times, the curved bar through the tip of his cock glinting in the sun. Picking up the foil packet, he tears it open, slipping it over his head and rolling it down. “You ready?”
“Yes, Cash. I’m ready.” I can barely breathe before he shoves inside me, all the way to his pelvic bone. He is completely seated inside me in one smooth movement and my breath whooshes out of me. I wince at the intrusion and the fullness, and he doesn’t move, his neck muscles straining and his arms shaking.
