Page 103 of Chasing the Wild
“Well, aren’t you just prepared for all eventualities, cowboy.” Lube wasn’t exactly the first thing I thought of when packing for an overnight trip. Obviously, Colt has been having even dirtier fantasies about us than I thought, and internally I’m swooning and kicking my heels.
Having this rugged man hopeful that we might have been fucking all night long up here is a heady sensation. I might be on my knees right now, but it feels powerful to know that he enjoys being with me so much that he’d put a little thought and pre-planning into this. He organized everything from our meals to our bedding.
He’s so fucking capable.
I’m so fucking in love with him.
Does he see the way I stare up at him with hearts forming in my eyes every damn time?
And, of course, this man kicks it up a notch when he turns on that filthy mouth he keeps hidden away.
“I’ve got the hottest thing I’ve ever seen naked and wet and spread out for me. Do you really think I’d let an opportunity like that go to waste, when I know you’ve been secretly wishing and hoping for me to fuck your ass for weeks now?”
Flush heats my cheeks. I should be embarrassed with how eager I always seem to be for this man, but he’s right. I do want this with him. There’s no shame in that, and he’s not making me feel self-conscious in any way, either.
“Touch yourself, baby.” He pops the cap open, squeezing some of the gel into his palm, before fisting his cock. The weight of his gaze rakes every inch of my body, my nipples furling tighter and stomach caving on reflex. “Use one hand to part your pussy lips and use the other to rub that needy clit. Show me how you play with that pretty little cunt when you’re thinking about me.” As he stands there, huge and veined, making my mouth water for a taste of him, he strokes over himself.
“Oh my god.” I’m pulsing with desire as my shaky hands do as he says. Spreading myself open with one hand so he can see what I’m doing in the flickering firelight, while using the other to rub through my wetness. My eyes flutter closed as everything brightens and builds almost immediately.
The slick sounds of Colt gliding his fist up and down his length captivate me. Working himself while he watches me kneel at his feet, touching myself for him, creates a filthy backdrop, a moment so hot I can hardly breathe.
“Fffuuuck. Look at you.” He reaches out and makes contact with my breast. Pinching one nipple, then dragging a finger up my sternum until his palm sits over my throat. A delicious shudder rolls through me as the weight of his hold settles in the spot that feels like it was designed just for him.
My mouth hangs open. Panting with pleasure, both at the way he collars me like that, and the frantic circles I’m making over my clit.
“You want to come, angel?”
“God, yes. Please.”
His palm squeezes a little, sending my body tightening with need. “Not until my cock is inside you.”
I just want to blurt it all here and now. It hangs on the tip of my tongue, to confess how I feel, to free myself of the self-imposed rule I’ve stamped in red ink all over my life that says I cannot tell this man I love him. My ex’s father. Colton Wilder. The cowboy who has my heart, and who gets to keep it once I leave this place, even if he never knows that it will stay here with him.
This whole situation is going to be painful enough to say goodbye when I leave, as it is. Telling him those words is only going to make it unfairly and devastatingly harder. So I push them down, and my throat works beneath his palm, and I feel every second Colt feasts on that movement below his hand.
He falls on me, a man who is done savoring and watching. Tangled on a bed of cushions and blankets, this moment with him feels so perfect. So right. Glowing orange warmth streaks across our damp skin as the fire coats our nakedness and Colt slides inside me. Working his cock deep in my pussy while our mouths fuse together. Moans and nips and licks roll between us as the rocking of his hips against mine leads to the most divine sensation of being so fucking full.
Part of me still cannot comprehend how he’s going to fit… even though I want all of him… but he’s so overwhelming, even like this.
“You’re such a good girl for me. I can feel how close you are.” Colt’s smooth voice draws me back into my body. Bracing one hand beside my head, he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder with all the confidence of a man who enjoys taking complete control of my pleasure. He brings the other lubed-up hand around to my ass and starts to work over my hole. My back arches with the increased flood of sensation and stimulation and oh my god...
“Oh, fuck. That’s—” My words disappear into a moan as his thumb slips inside, easing past the ring of muscle, gently applying more pressure.
I’m a panting mess. His giant cock is buried deep inside me, and Colt dips in and out of my ass with a rhythm that leaves me in no uncertainty that my soul is going to vacate my body when my orgasm crashes through me.
“Play with your clit, angel. You look so fucking pretty taking my cock. Just like that.” Once again, he’s talking me through my climax as I follow his velvety words, and my fingers find that aching bud. A few circles are all it takes before that familiar tingling rockets up from my toes.
“That’s it. Let go for me. Squeeze me tight.” Colt thrusts deeper, and he presses further into my ass, preparing my body,as I’m whimpering and crying out with unrestrained pleasure. Everything feels much more intense, perfectly heightened with being filled like this.
“Mmmfuck. Baby. Look at you, made to take me like a goddamn dream.”
After how expertly he’s prepped me and edged me, I’m languid, entirely relaxed, floating somewhere up amongst those pine trees and stars in the winter’s sky outside. Colt pulls out of me with a hiss, then drops hot kisses and swirls his tongue all over my nipples.
“Ahhh, god, right there.” I’m chasing his hot mouth, loving the attention he’s giving my sensitive peaks. It feels like he’s dragging my orgasm out, extending it somehow. In the next moment I feel him sliding more cool gel over my seam, while his mouth sends me flying on waves of sheer bliss.
He doesn’t push things too quickly, continuing to work me—first with one finger, then two. The whole time his wicked tongue caresses my breasts, then travels down my body to suck on my clit, before moving back up again. Colt drives a maddening, continual wave of pleasure through me with each suck and nip and torture of my pussy and my tits, while his fingers slowly scissor, letting my body adjust for what is to come.
I want to keep him. I want to lock myself away here with this rugged man and never see another soul as long as I live.
