Page 80 of Ace of Spades
“Let them.”
“Weston,” I say, a bit firmer this time. “Let’s go back.”
He lets out a frustrated groan before taking a step back, pulling himself back into his pants before fixing his belt.
“Just for the record, you’re next,” he tells me, the two of us making our way out of the stall and checking on the rest of the horses before leaving the stables. “I still owe you your prize. I can’t wait to get a taste of that perfect pussy of yours, Sorrels.”
My cheeks redden at the thought of his mouth on me.
“Well, you’d be the first,” I admit.
I bump into his back as he stops in his tracks, turning to face me.
“Hailey Sorrels, I know you aren’tsaying what I think you’re saying?”
I tuck a strand of hair behind my hair, moving past him as he follows after me.
“Brad was the only person I ever slept with, and he never… did that,” I tell him.
“Why the fuck not?”
“It’s just—I don’t know, there were a few times where he brought up going down on his ex-girlfriends and he mentioned how gross he thought it was. I guess it just made me self-conscious about having him down there.”
“What a piece of shit,” Weston tells me. “Well, we’re changing that right now.”
“Wha—”
I’m flung over his shoulder before I can finish, bouncing up and down as he carries me through the rodeo grounds like a sack of potatoes.
“Weston!”
He ignores me completely, striding through the grounds like a man on a mission as my legs kick, meeting nothing but air. His long legs get us to the trailer in no time, Weston flinging the door open with his free hand as he carries me up the two steps into my living quarters.
“Everybody out!”
“Weston!” I try again, completely mortified as I bang my fists against his muscular back.
“See ya,” Beau laughs, the group cracking up as he, Chelsea, and Rafe make their way out the door.
“Kota, Chance—I’m gonna need the trailer for a second. Give me fifteen—no, ten minutes should be good,” Weston announces, my cheeks turning bright as a tomato.
Dakota can’t contain her laughter as she drags Chance to the door.
“You kids have fun!” Chance calls back.
“Not too much fun, though, I’m not ready to be an aunt yet!” Dakota adds, the trailer door slamming shut behind them as Weston strides to the makeshift bedroom, tossing me down on the mattress like a goddamn caveman.
“Weston!” I try again to no avail, a mix of a laugh and shriek escaping me as he grabs the waistband of my jeans, not bothering with undoing them as he rips them open. He manages to bust both the button and the zipper in one move before pulling them clean off of me, throwing them across the space along with my underwear.
His mouth is on me in the next moment, his warm tongue swiping through my slit before reaching my clit, my hips bucking as he sucks the bundle of nerves into his mouth.
“Weston,” I whimper, my head falling back to the mattress as he devours me, my fingers clenching the sheets for dear life as his arms wrap around my thighs, pulling me into him as he lifts my hips clean off the bed.
He feasts on me like I’m his last meal, every nerve ending in my body on fire as he draws the pleasure out of me, electricity flowing through my veins as I feel the tension in the base of my stomach coiling.
My eyes slam shut as his strong tongue explores me, running through my opening before swirling circles around my overly sensitive clit. I don’t recognize the noises that escape me, stars erupting behind my eyelids as he drives me to the brink, until I feel like I might actually explode.
It’s too much, the pleasure overwhelming as his fingers dig into my hips, his tongue relentless as my climax comes barreling towards me. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he sucks my clit into his mouth, his teeth gently grazing the sensitive bud and I combust. My lips part on a silent scream as I feel every muscle tighten inside of me, my walls clenching as I’m flooded with a mind-shattering orgasm.
