Page 48 of Dark Horse

“You’re gonna make me come in my fucking pants if you keep up like that,” he warns.

“Good.” I can’t hide the amusement in my voice.

“Not good if I have to walk into the house like that for everyone to know.”

My excitement for the idea of making him fall apart like that for me dims at the thought of the awkwardness.

“I’d clean it up. Get you another set of pants,” I offer. “Tell them a bear ran off with the other set.” A laugh tumbles out of my chest at the idea of their expressions with that explanation.

“You’ve got the smartest fucking mouth I’ve ever known. You know that?”

“I know. That’s why you like it. You’d love it if you knew what else I could do with it.”

“Fuck me.” He nips at my neck again and then pulls me tighter to his body before he slides his hand around my throat and whispers in my ear, “I’m gonna fuck this tight little cunt with my fingers while you sit perfectly fucking still, or I won’t let you come at all.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Don’t test me,” he threatens, picking up his pace. His fingers work me deeper, and he alternates between the heel of his hand and circling my clit with his thumb, speeding up his pace. His fingers curl, and he’s relentless, the tension building in my nerves until I can barely stand it. I feel like I might burst apart at the seams from how desperate I am to come. I can’t hold still any longer, and my hips roll up of their own volition, despite him wrapping a leg around mine to try to still me.

“Goddamn, Hellfire. We’re gonna work on that. You’re gonna learn to listen. But fuck it. I don’t care tonight. Grind down on me. See if you can take us both there like this.”

His words, along with his relentless pace, are apparently all I need. I come hard, too hard for my own good because I feel the release—one more intense than I’ve ever had before. I can’t stop myself. I slide over his cock as he fucks me with his fingers, hitting me at just the perfect angle as I bite my tongue to try to stifle my moan, and he bites my neck. I suspect he loses himself in the process. I can feel the wetness as it seeps through his jeans. Except… my upper thighs are wet, and so is his hand as he pulls it away. Wetter than it should be, even given how good that was.

“Oh shit,” I curse, immediately shocked and ready to scramble away. But he holds me tight. I’ve heard about this like it was an urban legend. Bristol has bragged about it happening to her twice with a guy she met last year. But I’ve never done it before.

“Hellfire… fuck. You’re just full of surprises.”

“I’m sorry.” I feel the heat rise in my cheeks.

“Don’t apologize.”

“I’ve never… That’s never happened before.”

He plants kisses up my neck as his ragged breathing slows right alongside mine, nipping at my neck in intervals and finally sucking one long permanent kiss into my flesh.

“That’s fucking perfect. Then we’re both getting each other’s firsts tonight.” He whispers in a low, rough tone that could honestly make me come again if I had a moment to focus.

“You’re not mortified?” I ask as his grip on me loosens. “Because I am.”

“Look at me,” he instructs, and I crane my neck to meet his eyes. “Don’t be. Honestly. It’s hot as fuck.” His hand runs over my thigh, and he gently squeezes it in reassurance. “The only problem is now I’m gonna be tempted to challenge myself everysingle time,” he murmurs against my shoulder. We sit like that for a minute before reality starts to sink in, and I realize I’m half naked, and we’re both soaked.

I stand and grab my underwear and shorts, toeing out of my boots to put them back on, and then look over him with a smirk. Even with the black jeans and the low light of the moon, his whole lap is wet. I press my hand to my lips as a smile forms.

“Bonus is you don’t know if it’s all you or me too.”

“That’s unfair. You have to tell me. That was my own little challenge.”

“You like guys who come in their pants?” He gives me a skeptical look. “That turns you on?”

“Um… fuck yes. Especially someone like you. Do you know how good you’d have to be to make a guy like Grant ‘The Devil’ Stockton come in his pants?” I tease him in a whisper, worried again about our proximity to the house.

“Woman, I think you might be confused about who the devil is in that scenario if you’re trying to bring men down like that,” he muses, half a smile on his face despite the scolding look his brow is giving me.

“I don’t think you realize how hot it is.”

He gives me another skeptical look, but then his attention returns to his pants.

“Either way, this probably isn’t a good look going back into the house.”

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