He nods but doesn’t say much.
“I’m gonna miss watching you train,” I admit, feeling that niggle of regret creeping into my voice. I shouldn’t talk about the after, when he and I are no longer together. I know it’s a mistake, so instead, I reach for his cock, and stroke him.
His mouth finds mine, and before I know it, we’re passionately making out against the shower door, with Landry’s erection jutting into my belly, my hand gripping the tip.
“Fuck,” he grits out, and it makes bumps rise up on my arms when he curses, knowing it’s only in private, intimate times like these. I see a side of him no one else does, and it certainly feels like that makes me lucky. “C’mon, baby, let’s not do this in here,” he says, reaching back to turn the water off. He gathers two towels from the cupboard after stepping out, leaving me inside the stall, warm and surrounded by steam.
My eyes lock on the veins in his hand as he motions for me to step out, and I know in that moment exactly what I want tonight.
He wraps the towel around me and begins drying me off, but I catch his wrist, and bring his hand between my legs. “I can use you whichever way I want, right?” My voice is more sultry than I’ve ever heard it.
He nods, drops of water falling from the ends of his hair. I stand back and take his towel, staring at his naked form. Bruises, scrapes, trimmed hair, and muscles. Saliva pools in my mouth at the sight of him, his thick erection sprouting from the thatch of dark pubic hair, the tattoos covering the length of one arm, and the littleStattooed over his heart.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, stroking himself lazilywhile he sifts his other hand through the damp locks of his dark hair. “To watch me?”
I shake my head, then wobble it, because, kind of. “I just want to get a good look at you now because I know for the next few minutes, my eyes are gonna be shut.”
He cocks a brow. “Is that right?”
I nod. “I want to make myself come using you, Landry.” I drop both towels, and press my naked body against his, my nipples tightening against the stiff wall of his muscular chest. “Using only your hand.”
He groans. “I’m dyin’ to taste your pretty pussy, baby,” he grouses, walking me out of the bathroom, gently lifting me onto the center of his bed.
I spread my legs and memorize the awe in his expression as his eyes drop to my cunt, bare, shaved, and glistening with arousal. “I’m saving that for something special,” I tell him, in truth just not ready for his mouth to be there. Sometimes I think having a man go down on me is more intimate than sex, because they see you up close, taste you, feel your every quiver. It’s personal, and I fell hard for Devin after we took that step.
I’m so deep down the well of Landry Vaughn that if he goes down on me and makes my toes curl, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to crawl out.
He slides into bed next to me.
“I’m gonna come so hard for you, cowboy,” I admit, lifting his hand, tracing out each finger with my tongue. “I want you to know how soft I am, how good I feel,” I tell him, dusting my lips over his scarred knuckles. “How soaked I get when you touch me.”
“Quinn,” he rasps, but he doesn’t say anything else. He just centers himself on the mattress and watches with wideeyes as I straddle his hips, ignoring the steel lying against his belly.
Holding his hand at his groin, I position his thumb at my clit and start to work my hips, grinding and rubbing myself against his hand shamelessly.
The back of my neck grows damp, and sweat bubbles along my spine as my hips thrust and roll, his thumb making my clit bloom. With my hands keeping my long hair up and off my back. I look down at my broken cowboy, and the rough set of his jaw as he struggles with composure, his eyes traversing the naked terrain of my body.
“Watching you cling to that saddle grip, your thighs all clenched around that bronc,” I recount, seeing his ride from today flash behind my eyes as his thumb strokes me. I shake my head. “I’ve been dreaming about using that same hand to get off, did you know that? Hmm? Did you know that when I film your practice rides, it’s just one big aphrodisiac for me?”
Rolling my hips, I reach down and pull two of his fingers up, our eyes locking. His mouth falls open, and sweat shines along his hairline. His chest rises and falls and he peers down at his cock, leaking onto his tanned belly. “It’s hard for me to believe,” he croaks, his eyes snapping shut hastily as I lift myself, position my cunt over his fingers, and sink down on them.
“Quinn, oh hell,” he grounds out, one of his legs kicking out behind me as I wiggle over him, replacing his thumb on my clit.
“Keep your eyes open, Landry Vaughn,” I order, my voice a smoky tease. But when I look down at his fingers buried inside me, his hard cock lying untouched and leaking, I know I won’t be able to put this show on for too long.
He watches, splitting his focus between where we join andmy eyes. I love how he chooses my eyes and where he’s inside of me, the two most intimate and perfect places.
“I think about having you all the time,” I admit, riding his fingers, the tips nudging the spongy, hot spot inside me. If his fingers feel this good, that cock will have me spellbound, I swear. “I think about pinning you to the barn wall after you’re all sweaty and hot from drills, and dropping to my knees and taking your cock into my mouth, and draining you dry.”
He tries to pull his hand out, but I settle my weight against his fingers and trap his hand against his thigh. “Quinn, it’s… I…” He does not finish his thought, his words bumbled and hoarse.
“What?” I ride and talk, abandoning my hair to grip my tits, my entire body alive with desire. “What do you need to tellyour wife?”
His jaw tics, and his eyes close for a moment before popping open, landing on mine with an intensity that has my stomach clenching. “Watching you ride my fingers, watching you take an orgasm from me the way you want—” He shakes his head, and this time I know just what he’s getting at. “I’m liable to make a mess, and I’m not sure that’s how I want you to see me.”
Tipping forward, I press my lips against his chest, collarbone, chin, then mouth. His kiss is rougher than normal, and so is mine. “Covered in your own cum because of how good my pussy makes you feel?” I click my tongue. “What a shame that’d be.”
He grunts and groans as I rove my hips over his hand. Listening to him is so hot, I can hardly take it.
