Page 102 of Chasing the Wild
“Ffffuck.” He drops his forehead and groans against my neck. The sound reverberates along my pulse point, and I’m achingeverywherefor this man.
“Then I’ve gotta get you ready to take me, angel. You’re such a good girl…. always so fucking eager for me.”
Am I ever. I’ll happily be whatever this man needs.
We’re moving, as he carries me through the water, then helps me out. Colt doesn’t even bother with putting anything on, just wraps a towel around my shoulders and scoops up all our clothes plus the lantern. We quickly shove into our boots, his big palm firmly swallows mine, and he leads us the short distance back inside. My gruff cowboy slips my hand so neatly inside his hold, so secure, so warm, it makes my entire chest squeeze.
With every step closer to the cabin, my blood heats and races, and I don’t even feel the cold air on this crisp, star-filled night. All I can focus on is the point where my fingers are threaded with those of the man beside me, and how much I’m hopelessly and ferociously in love with him.
He might as well have my heart tucked in his other hand, pressed against his chest with my sweater and leggings that I shed earlier, because it belongs to him. Answers to him. Has his goddamn name branded upon it forevermore.
We’ve hardly made it through the rear of the cabin, when Colt slams the wooden door, sets the lantern down with a thud, and pins me against the wall. It doesn’t matter that I’m still partially wet from the hot spring, he drops our bundle of discarded clothes and rips the towel off me in a fluid motion.
I have to bite back a whimper. My heartbeat pounds between my thighs and the wild look written all over his face is enthralling.
He is simply captivating.
This ranch. The wilderness. How rugged and isolated everything is out here steals my awareness, and this man echoes all of that and more.
Colt drops to his knees in front of me, and this is exactly like our first moment in the barn all over again. Except, so much has passed between us. He’s always known how to command my body, but now it’s as easy as dragging his teeth over my quivering thighs. His beard scrapes across my skin, and he hitches one leg over his shoulder, exposing me fully to him.
“Look at you. Wearing my hat with the prettiest cunt, dripping wet for me.” Colt fixes me with a hooded stare, and without wasting any time, his tongue presses into me. While this man holds my gaze, he licks over every ruffle and inch of softness, teases me, and has my entire body trembling in no time.
Clinging to his damp hair and digging my fingernails into his scalp, I’m just a string of desperate noises and begging sounds that tumble past my lips into the silent cabin.
As I’m beginning to climb and build towards the edge, Colt draws back, looking at me from just above my pussy with pure hunger all over his face. He licks his lips with a deep groan, and fuck, it’s the sexiest thing to see how much this man takes his own pleasure from my body, because I can see he’s wrapped a fist around his cock and is stroking up and down. A glistening sweep of pre-cum leaks from his swollen tip, and my core clenches, wanting him to hoist me against this wall and bury himself inside me.
“Turn around.” He stays where he is, but gives me the kind of firm order to make my clit develop a heartbeat of its own. My knees are weak as he sets my leg back down and guides my hips. Slowly spinning me in place, holding me exactly where he wants me.
This man has already had his tongue in my ass before, but right here, right now, I feel a thousand times more wound up. Tonight, I know we’re tumbling towards something new, and I’m both insanely horny for this man, while also unbelievably nervous about his massive fucking cock fitting inside that part of me.
As if he knows my brain needs to be switched off, Colt spreads me and nips at my ass cheek with his teeth as he does so. The sharp pinch makes me jump, and my palms hit the exposed planking on the wall. Rough wood grates against my fingertips, as his beard does the same to my hypersensitive flesh from behind.
Oh, god. When he closes his mouth over my seam and starts working and massaging my hole, everything blanks. Colt is a man possessed, rimming me and pressing forward with wet, heated glides of his tongue. Pretty quickly, my back arches for him, opening more, relaxing, and giving over every ounce of control.
I’m fairly certain there are animalistic noises coming out of me as he makes it feel so fucking good. His fingers slide a devious path beneath me, finding my clit and teasing that sensitive bud until I’m shaking.
Just as I’m moaning—coiled tight, and ready for release—he draws back again. Leaving me hanging with the wave about to crash right on top of me, and I whimper all too vocally.Shit.I’m quaking with need. There’s a sheen of sweat coating every inch of skin as my veins race with fire instead of blood.
Did I just beg him to fuck my ass, out loud? I might have.
Colt runs his big palms up and down my thighs, dropping kisses over my soft flesh, and stretch marks, and parts of me that no one has ever worshiped so attentively before.
Being with this man makes me feel like the queen he said I was that day when he set me on the kitchen counter and fed me leftover macaroni.
My bare skin is quickly covered by the weight of his chest pressed along my spine. Plucking his hat—my gift of his hat, and whatever the act of saying he’s given that to me means—off my head, he tosses it somewhere. His lips brush over my neck in a hot trail, sending goosebumps peppering tracks down my arms. Bringing his palms around the curve of my stomach, his touch roams over me, sliding across my skin until he finds my aching, full breasts and cups them. Pinching and tugging on my nipples, while his mouth works that spot just below my ear that has me melting.
“Colt.” I whimper as he tortures my nipples. I’m so close to coming apart, and his expert handling of my body undoes me entirely.
“I know. You’re doing so well for me, angel,” he murmurs against my ear. “We’ll go as slow as you need to. Just talk to me, ok?”
“What if I don’t want to go slow?” My voice is throaty and whiney, and I’m so fucking ready to come it’s not even funny. All he needs to do is find my clit again and I’ll shatter, I’m certain of it.
The noise that comes out of him is stern. Right now, he’s inDaddymode, and there are no complaints from me, except that he’s edging me, and I’m equally obsessed and petulant at the denial of my orgasm so far.
“On your knees in front of the fire.” He swats my ass, and that gets me moving. I don’t ask questions, floating across the cabin, high on the tingling sensation bubbling through my bloodstream.
Sinking to my knees in the pile of cushions and blankets, Colt appears in front of me, a familiar-looking tube in one hand.
