Page 24 of Claimed By the Cowboys
“Well, might I be so lucky as to be your very first?” Zeke posed the question with such sparkling sincerity that I actually gasped slightly.
My cheeks flared with heat, and our stares connected in a way they never had before. Not that I hadn’t been ogling the guy nearly nonstop. He had been nothing but sweet and alluring, and he was asking mesopolitely to be with him.
Who did that? No one. That was who, and in that moment, I lost all my sense of resolve.
I pounced on him, knocking him back into the hay, my arms wrapping around his neck as our lips met as my answer. The blanket he’d given me fell away, but I didn’t care in the slightest. I was boiling from the inside out now, and I expected to see my wet shirt steaming in no time.
Easily, he guided me on top of him, my knees braced on either side of his hips as I straddled him.
Zeke wove his fingers into my wet hair as our faces began to part, my hands balled tightly in fists at his collar. Before he could break the kiss, I caught his bottom lip, sucking on it gently.
Something rumbled low in his chest, and his hands began to wander, fingers combing their way through my hair until they reached the middle of my spine. The flat of his palm pressed against my lower back where the soaked, borrowed flannel from Emmy had ridden up.
I shuddered against him as his calloused fingertips swept the space of bare skin, our tongues twisting together.So warm.
Zeke’s hands continued their journey, up to the hem of my shirt and underneath the worn flannel that stuck to me. Gingerly, his fingers traced their way up my spine, curving around my rib cage until his large, warm hands pushed easily up and under the elastic lace of my bra to cup my breasts.
With a single upward flex of his hips, I was nearly unseated from my straddling kneel—forced at once to surrender the full pressure of my weight against him, not to mention the awareness of the massive erection straining enthusiastically against his jeans as gravity brought my hips down on him just right for the first time since we’d “tumbled” into the hay.
A throaty moan poured from my mouth to Zeke’s before I could pull it back, my slick already soaked through my panties to my jeans.
Overhead, the rain on the metal roof muffled the sounds of our pleasure and the horses nickering in their stalls.
I was about to suggest maybe we part with some of our denim when Zeke unceremoniously broke our kiss, cradled the back of my head tenderly, then flipped me onto my back on the wool blanket in a whirl of auburn hair and a flurry of hay as if it had been nothing.
The speed, power, and confidence with which he moved my entire body was exhilarating. I barely had time to appreciate the sensation before Zeke forced me to turn my attention elsewhere.
With more precision than I expected from him, Zeke undid my belt and fly before he stopped, pointedly looking me directly in the eyes.
“I would never want to be too forward, Miss Piper.” He gave me a dutiful look, his fingers slowly curling over the delicate lace waistline of my panties. “But I would also very much like to giveyoua taste before I give you a ride.”
“Please,” I welcomed breathlessly, overcome by the need for him, even as my nerves hummed on edge.
Zeke set to work, pulling down my jeans and soaking panties before he settled himself on his belly right there on the blanket in the hay, his face between my thighs.
I nearly jumped as I felt the soft, warm tip of his tongue trace its way up the slick folds of my pussy, its gentle pressure tracing scrolling circles and figure eights around my buzzing clit.
Instinctively, my fingers moved to Zeke’s hair—weaving into the shaggy blond strands as he lapped greedily at me, his hands cupped beneath my ass to help him lift me to his eager mouth. I’d never been tasted like this or in a location so risky. The thrill of it lit up my nerves, and I silently questioned how the hell I had gotten here.
Is this really happening? God, please don’t let me be dreaming.
Outside the open windows of the stables, rain came down in sheets—a fork of lightning dancing across the dark sky illuminated Zeke as he feasted on me.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt the soft seeking of a tongue pressing deeper inside of me, lips closing around my clit and sucking. I wouldn’t last long like this, my breaths turning to thready gasps already.
Just as I thought that my orgasm would strike—like a bright crackle of lightning running from the sky down to the prairie—Zeke suddenly lifted onto his knees, fumbling with his belt buckle in those big, strong hands.
I scrambled to assist, reaching up to help free his cock, his impressive length underscored by a thick knot at the base.
With a stupid grin on his face, Zeke settled back into the plaid blanket in the hay, his cock standing at attention as he offered politely, “Ma’am, would you like to go for aride?” I nearly laughed, but that persistent need was cloying at me like an animal trapped in a cage.
What’s that saying I’ve heard in the past? “Save a horse, ride a cowboy”?
Don’t need to ask me twice.
Steadying me, Zeke’s hands found the pinch of my waist, guiding me up as I kicked one leg over him, hovering in a kneel just above his stiff cock as my slick dripped down on him from above.
“Never a bad time to get back in the saddle.” I offered him a coy wink before I began to sink down onto his length.
