Page 103 of Wingwoman
A statement like that was powerful; and those words, once you hear them will grow like a cancer inside of you.
Which was why I cut him off.
Still in his lap, I felt the denim-clad hard, steely length pressing between my legs. I rolled my hips, moaning at the spike of heat as I rubbed against him. He murmured, peppering kisses over my jaw before coming back to my lips once more and swallowing the sweet humming whimper pulsing from my throat.
Desperately we latched onto each other, limbs tangling together, arms and legs entwined.
I pushed him back onto the hay, his cowboy hat falling off his head and rolling to the side.
My fingers curled around the buttons of his shirt and with a few flicks of my hand, I opened the buttons, revealing his sleek tanned muscles. Gliding my palms over his bare shoulders, I pushed the shirt off and shivered as I ran my hands over the length of his muscles, landing at the taper of his waist.
His hands scooped up under my shirt and I raised my arms to allow him to tug it off. I wasn’t wearing a bra, but the straps of my panties were high up on my hips, peeking out from within the waistband of my sleep shorts.
He paused with a gasp, his eyes scanning over my body as I knelt over him, nipples tightening beneath the heat of his gaze.
I reached over and grabbed his cowboy hat off the ground where it had rolled and placed it on my head.
“Christ,” he hissed, reaching up and scraping his thumbs over my pearled nipples. “Look at you.”
“I just need some boots and pearl earrings to complete the ensemble,” I said, rolling my hips against his hard length.
He grinned up at me and shook his head. “Nuh-uh. We’ve talked about this already… no pearls. Turquoise. We gotta get you some turquoise jewelry.”
I grinned and rolled my hips. “Over my dead body.”
“We’ll see about that.”
Still wearing his hat, I slid my hands down his chest and stomach and scooted back a little, lowering myself to the bulge at his jeans.
With a few quick tugs at the zipper, his cock sprang free, falling heavily into my palm.
I gripped him, wrapping my hand around his thick girth before gliding my flat tongue up his shaft.
“Fuck, Hope,” he growled. “I won’t last long if you keep that up.”
“Well, that’d be a shame,” I said, pumping my fist once more and gliding my thumb over his dewy tip. “Want me to take off your hat?” I teased.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he groaned.
Bending, I licked him again. And again. Teasing and taunting his cock with my tongue. Finally, I opened wide and took him deeply all the way to the back of my throat with a moan.
I sucked him slowly at first, then increased my speed while using my hands to work him at the root.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he said. “You should see yourself. Cowboy hat perched on your head, face between my thighs, my cock on your lips. Fuck, Hope.”
Part of me wanted to finish him right there. Suck him dry. Drain him. Feel his tremors of pleasure on the tip of my tongue. But the other, more rational part of me, didn’t want this to end so quickly.
He tugged my hair, pulling me off of him with a hiss. Then curling his thick arm around my waist, he flipped me over so I was on my back and he was bearing his weight over top of me. In a swift movement, he was on his feet, tugging his pants up over his waist.
Then he bent and scooped me up into his arms, thick, strong biceps cradling me.
I squealed and kicked playfully. “What are you doing?! Where are we going?”
“For a girl who won’t even wear turquoise, do you really want our first time together to be in the hay with the horses watching?”
Beside us, Snapple took that moment to snort and stomp her foot. “In theory, it’s romantic.”
“And in reality, we’re gonna be picking hay out of places where the sun don’t shine for days to come. Besides, the ranch hands will be here any minute.”
