Page 30 of Ridin' Solo
“What are you…”
“It’s here somewhere.” Wyatt pulled something from a drawer and held it up in the air. “Ah ha!”
I raised an eyebrow. “You keep condoms in a junk drawer?”
He rolled it on and didn’t answer, which was fine by me. I was fascinated with the journey. I couldn’t care less where he kept his condoms.
Wyatt came back between my legs, grabbing my hand and helping me off the counter. He leaned in close like he was going to kiss me, but stopped just shy of my lips.
“Turn around, Captain.”
Oh shit.There was something about the command in that deep voice of his that I was afraid could make me do anything. I’d just orgasmed harder than I had in my whole life, and I would totally beg for more if that’s what he wanted me to do.
I turned around slowly, his dick bobbing and hitting me in the back. Wyatt gathered my hair around his fist and leaned in right by my ear. “Hands on the counter,” he whispered.
I shivered, but did what I was told, spreading my legs and preening so my ass now pushed back on him. He rewarded me with a tug on my hair, the pull just shy of painful. At this angle, I could see him over my shoulder. See the way his gaze caressed every inch of my backside. The rise and fall of his chest. The way he fisted his cock and stroked it roughly. The muscles of his arm bunching and straining as he held my hair. I could feel my own desire dripping down my thighs.
Begging him to take me was on my lips, a millisecond away from being verbalized, when he notched himself against me and slid all the way in, one glorious inch at a time. I breathed out hard, battling the instinct to move away as he stretched me. It had been a long time, and I’d never been with someone his size. Wyatt paused, giving me time to adjust, his free hand trailing up my body and playing with my breasts until my breathing evened out. He grabbed my hip with one hand, pulling all the way out, and then thrust back in so hard the island rattled.
I gasped, and he leaned over me. “Okay?”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Fuck, yes, I was okay. Too good. Too full. Too sensitive. Ready to explode again, just having his cock inside me. He dragged his cock back, the slide making me grip the counter hard. He slid back in forcefully, then out. His pace increased, and I shuddered, breathing hard and trying to hold back the orgasm I knew was a hair trigger away. I’m pretty sure I heard something tip and crash over inside the cabinet below us, but all I could think about was wave after wave of pleasure that filtered through every cell in my body.
His hand released my hair, and he held my hips in a death grip. Then one hand left me, reaching between my legs to stroke my clit. One last bruising thrust and I tipped over the edge, my knees buckling and the world fading away. My soul shattered and flew in all directions, my cares tossed aside to make way for a tidal wave of pleasure. My eyes rolled back in my head and I was pretty sure something came out of my mouth. Long moments later, my eyes blinked open, and I found my cheek pressed against the cold counter.
“Stay with me,” Wyatt gritted out, thrusting into my sensitive flesh one last time before stilling.
He grunted something I couldn’t make out, his chest coming to meet my back, his cock swelling as he unloaded. Harsh breathing filled my senses, and I wondered if I’d ever be the same again.
Eventually the air cooled, and our breathing slowed down. Wyatt straightened, pulling me up gently and holding me upright against his chest. Long strands of hair stuck to my sweaty cheek. My brain swam in the aftershocks of pleasure, not yet panicking over what we’d done.
“Still think ridin’ solo is better?” he whispered against my ear, his cock still inside me.
Goose bumps racing down my flesh and muscles spasming around his cock were all the answer he needed to sport a cocky grin.
14
Wyatt
She had several strands of blonde hair that lay across her face while she slept. I’d already been awake for a while, staring at her peaceful expression and cataloging all the features I couldn’t stare at for too long at work for fear she or someone else would see my genuine feelings. Oakley would hate it if she knew I was watching her while she slept, which was why I planned to keep doing it.
I didn’t move a muscle, scared she’d wake up and suddenly bolt, her brain having had time to toss around the possible outcomes to us sleeping together. I couldn’t believe it when she’d come over and told me she wanted the real thing. For a second there, I thought I was still dreaming. But then her hands were tugging on my hair and the pain woke that part of me I’d been stuffing down deep and ignoring.
After I’d taken her roughly in the kitchen, I brought her back here to my room where we’d fallen into my bed and had sex again, this time softer and slower. She’d fallen asleep afterward, and selfishly, I didn’t want to move her. Normally, a girl sleeping over would freak me out, but all I felt this morning was awe.
Oakley had a slight bump on the left side of her collarbone. I wondered if she’d broken it at some point. I’d never asked her about the thin white scar on the inside of her forearm. Or why she’d gotten those pistol tattoos when no one who knew her would suspect she had them. There was so much about the woman behind the uniform I wanted to know.
She inhaled sharply and stirred, blinking her eyes open and then pausing. My heart paused too, wondering if now was the moment she’d start freaking out. My dick, however, remained hopeful we’d have a repeat performance of last night’s activities. Oakley’s head came up, and she met my gaze, her sky-blue eyes slightly puffy from sleep. The corners of her lips tilted up and I let out the breath I’d been holding.
“Morning,” she croaked, her normally throaty voice even scratchier.
I reached up and pushed those strands of hair behind her ear, absolutely loving the just-woken-up version of Oakley. She was softer, warmer, the kind of woman who could destroy your heart.
“Good morning.”
We both smiled at each other, the silence not exactly uncomfortable, but merely two people getting used to a new and deeper intimacy. I remembered something and leaned away to grab a box from the floor by my bed. When I rolled back, Oakley’s gaze flickered up to mine.
“Were you staring at my ass, Waldo?” I teased her.
