Page 31 of Ridin' Solo
Her cheeks went pink, and that was it. Something dropped out of the bottom of my chest. All the reserve I’d been working on when it came to Oakley simply left. I wanted her. Wanted her in my bed. Wanted her to be the first person I saw when I woke up every single morning. Wanted every intimate moment where she let her guard down. I wanted to tease the woman until she got so angry she pounced on me like last night.
“What?” she asked, staring at me curiously as I just lay there looking at her.
Get it together, Wyatt.
“I forgot I got this for you. Accidentally sent it to my house instead of yours. Poppy hand delivered it and gave me a funny look.” I grimaced, remembering the way she’d eye-fucked me as she handed over the package and then glanced at Oakley’s house like she was starting to put two and two together.
Oakley rolled her eyes and sat up, taking the comforter with her. “Another sex toy? I thought we settled that last night?”
I sat up too, pulling down the comforter so it wasn’t smothering me. Oakley tugged it back up. Leave it to Oakley to start a bedsheet fight the morning after. I chuckled and let her keep it up. Eventually I’d get a peek at those perfect breasts again. Now that I’d gotten a taste, I’d burn down buildings to see them again.
“Can never have too many toys. And besides, you can use a toywithsomeone, you know.”
Her eyes danced, and she hurried to open the box. She pulled out the little bullet vibrator and threw the box on the ground.
“We could use it right now…just for example…”
My statement trailed off at the gleam in her eye as she turned my way. Oakley lifted a leg and climbed on top of me, the comforter finally falling down and exposing the flesh I’d come to idolize. She clicked on the vibrator and put it right between her legs. The confident move stunned me speechless. Oakley played out the scenario I’d busted in on several months ago and had played repeatedly in my imagination.
But this time, she was straddling me, giving me a front-row seat to the greatest show on earth. One tiny shift and I could be inside her.
“Better hurry or I’ll reach the end solo,” she whispered, eyes squeezed shut, already chasing her pleasure.
She didn’t have to tell me twice. I flailed my arm around the side of the bed to grab a condom from the cardboard box nightstand—I really needed to unpack one of these days—and slid it on, all the while watching Oakley bite her lip and move that vibrator up and around and back down.
I grabbed her hips, lifted her, and let her slide down, impaled on my length. Her thighs quivered and her hand stilled for a moment. Her eyes flew open, a breathy moan escaping her mouth.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Not solo now, are you?”
She shook her head, her mouth falling open as we began to move in rhythm. One hand came down to support herself on my shoulder, her tits bouncing each time our bodies came together. Her hair swung free and the sight of it out of that fucking bun made the need bubble up faster. Fuck, she was tight and soft and warm and perfect. I could explode any second, but not before I made her feel better than any sex toy ever could.
“Too good,” she muttered, dropping her forehead to my chest.
I needed her focused on me, not the toy, so I smacked her ass, the sound echoing in my almost empty room and making me surge up into her harder. Her head popped up and her eyes held a fire behind the hazy desire.
“Stay with me. Not solo, remember?” I gritted out between my teeth.
She growled but held my gaze, punishing me by pulling up until just the tip of me was still in her. I trailed a hand up her torso and cupped her breast, strumming her nipple and watching her breathing hitch. She slammed down hard and we both groaned on impact.
Her eyes went wide and then squeezed shut, her pussy doing the same, strangling my cock until one more grind upward had my balls tightening, leaving me to tumble after her. Her head dropped again, her lips kissing across my chest as she mumbled something I couldn’t make out. The sound of the vibrator clicked off as her tremors eased. My hamstrings felt like they had little knives digging into them, but I didn’t care. I’d stretch them later. Right now, I just wanted to soak in Oakley.
Flipping us over, I took care to stay inside of her. She smiled up at me as I swiped the hair from her face.
“I say we stay like this all day.” I kissed her quick, trying to act casual despite a growing sense of desperation to keep this new dynamic between us going. I had a feeling that if we stepped outside the door, the magic would disappear and I’d be back to having to pretend I didn’t have feelings for Oakley.
Her eyes changed, an apology in her expression before her words confirmed it. “I wish I could, but I have a lunch date with Amelia.”
I smiled like my insides weren’t throwing a tantrum. “Okay.” I kissed her again and pulled out, rolling off her so she could go.
We both got up, and I took care of the condom in the bathroom attached to my bedroom. When I turned back around, Oakley stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, looking like a badass woman from the Wild West with those pistol tattoos. A naked version which I liked even better.
“You know, I do have time for a shower though. Not solo.” She raised her eyebrows.
Fuck, yes. “I’ll get the water going.”
Who knew the tightly controlled captain would be a cauldron of passion once you took the lid off?
Oakley put her coffee cup down and shot me a look that had me uneasy. While I was enjoying my time with her immensely, there was a part of me just waiting for the other shoe to drop. I think I just heard it hit the floor.
