Page 74 of Claiming His Bunny
“Just go with her motion,” Ethan says, easily matching my speed. “Don’t fight her.”
I roll my eyes, willing my thighs to relax. “I’m not fighting her. She’s like five times heavier than me. She’d win.”
“That’s very true,” Ethan laughs. “Now, watch.” He undulates his hips in an exaggerated motion to show me what he means, and just like that, I’m not thinking about riding horses. I’m thinking about riding other things. I rock and shift in the saddle, trying to find a position that would give me more friction on my clit, but it’s pointless. No matter how I move, it’s just not enough.
Ethan gives me a knowing look. “Need some assistance over there, bunny?” he teases.
If I had something to throw at him, I would. As I have nothing, I just glare at him and focus on not falling off the still-moving horse.
An hour later, my thighs are burning, I’m sweaty, tired, excited, and impossibly worked up, swearing to myself that if Ethan doesn’t touch me in the car, I’m just going to do the job myself. At this point, it will take less than a minute.
Ethan dismounts easily, then helps me do the same by holding my hips and sliding me down his body. A whimper escapes me, and I’m eternally grateful that Annalise is on the other side of the yard. “Ethan… I need you,” I whisper, turning to throw my arms around him. He still smells amazing. More than amazing, actually. “Fuck, I need you right now.”
He gently tugs on my curls. “I know, bunny. But you’ll have to be a good girl and hold it for a bit more. We still have to take care of the horses.”
I groan. “Fuck the horses.”
“Well, well, well,” he laughs. “I knew you were kinky, but I had no idea just how kinky.”
He doesn’t even grunt when I punch his shoulder. “You’re a dick.” I sigh. “Fine, let’s take care of the horses. Especially Spirit. He deserves an extra treat for having to carry a jerk like you around.”
We guide the horses back to their stalls and give them fresh water, food, treats, and cuddles. My leggings are wet—thank god it’s not visible on the black fabric—and my pussy is throbbing, but there’s nothing to be done about it due to zero privacy. I can’t ask Ethan to fuck me in a haystack because the farm workers are always coming in and out of the barn. I can’t even touch myself since Annalise hovers around me at all times, chatting up a storm.
Still, when it’s time to say goodbye to Bella and head home, I’m reluctant to leave. “We’ll come back, right?” I say, turning to Annalise. “Can we?”
“Sure. Normally, I don’t give riding lessons or even allow visitors on the premises. I used to, but I got sick and tired of reining in spoiled kids and pretentious adults. But you guys are alright. If you do your share of work, you’re welcome to come back next week.”
“Thank you!” I hug her. “Can you text me the address of that store you mentioned? I’m absolutely getting those riding boots. And the cowboy hat for Ethan,” I add in a stage whisper, making sure he hears me.
He just rolls his eyes. “Fine, I’ll wear a hat. No flannel shirts, though.”
“Shirtless it is, then.” Before he can protest, I’m already pulling him toward the car, waving Annalise goodbye. “See you next week!”
As soon as the car door closes, my hands fly between my legs. I groan as I stroke my overstimulated pussy through the soaked leggings.
A hand grips both my wrists. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Ethan asks, scowling.
“Oh, come on,” I whine. I try to wriggle my hands free, but he only tightens his grip. “I need to come, please. You can do it. Or I will do it and you can watch. Or—”
“No. You’ll wait.” Hunger glints in his eyes. “You’ll come around my cock or not at all. Now, do I have to tie you up, or will you be a good girl and keep your hands to yourself?”
I briefly consider letting him tie me up because there’s no way I can stop touching myself, but then I get a different idea. “Okay, I’ll be a good girl. Just drive fast. I can’t wait.”
“Don’t worry, bunny,” he says through gritted teeth. “I can’t wait either.”
I watch the countryside as we drive, waiting for the best spot to execute my plan.
There. The rest stop sign has me grinning mischievously. “Can you pull over there?” I ask. “I really need to pee.”
Ethan’s glance in my direction is suspicious. “I thought you went back at the ranch.”
“Well, I did, but I’m a girl. We need to pee all the time.” I bat my lashes at him, doing my best impression of an innocent smile.
“Fine.”
Ethan knows I’m up to something, but he obliges, pulling over at the tiny rest stop. It’s just a few picnic tables and a restroom that will no doubt be absolutely disgusting, but since I’m not really going there, I don’t care. The most important part is that there’s no one around.
Just like I expected, Ethan exits the car with me, following me as I make my way toward the restrooms and, incidentally, toward the tree line. “Are you going to watch me pee?” I ask.
