CHAPTER TWELVE
I sat on the edge of the bed so I could watch the show.
The first thing he did was take off his shirt, button by button. I thought for sure that the cowboy hat was going to go flying first, or maybe that he’d set it down on the table before starting the strip tease. But no . . . it was the shirt that he started with, and damn, was I glad for that. Never in my life have I seen a cowboy with his shirt off and his hat on, but I decided right then and there that I wanted to experience that on a regular basis for the rest of my life. It made me wish I had a video camera going so I could re-live the scenario over and over again. This event being just a one-night stand really started to suck in that moment.
The boots were next. After taking them off along with his socks, he was standing in the middle of the room in just a pair of well-worn jeans and a straw-colored cowboy hat. A large, brass-colored belt buckle rested at his waist.
“Good Lord have mercy,” I said in barely a whisper, unable to look away. Somehow a southern accent had trickled into my speech. It just seemed appropriate, seeing him standing there in all his country-boy glory. I hiccupped again.
“That good, huh?” he asked, his grin going wide. He took several steps toward me, and I moved back just a little.
“Where are you going?” he asked, his voice low. I was reminded of a predator and its prey.
“I . . . I don’t know,” I said, stuttering through my sudden attack of shyness. He was too gorgeous for words. I was afraid to be naked in his presence.
“You don’t need to be afraid of me,” he said, still advancing. He held out a hand, palm down, in a calming gesture. “Shhh, come here, babe. Let me just hold you. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
His words warmed me to my toes. I had a feeling I now knew exactly how a skittish horse would feel in his presence. This man meant me no harm. Walking away would be the stupidest thing I could possibly do. No way was I going to live with that regret.
I put my hand out and let our fingers lace together. “I’m just a little nervous. One-night stands have never really been my thing.” Okay, that was kind of a lie. In college they had been, but not since. Six years of dedicated relationships, all with total jerkoffs. I’m nothing if not consistent.
“It’s the hat, isn’t it?” He took it off and put it down gently on the floor near us, never taking his eyes off me.
“It wasn’t the hat,” I said, my voice feeling strained. It most definitely was not the hat. My pulse was picking up the pace, and my fight or flight instinct was kicking in. Or maybe it was my fuck or flight instinct; that was probably more appropriate considering the look he was giving me.
“Is it the buckle?” he asked, gripping it in his fingers and angling it toward me.
“It’s not the buckle,” I whispered, staring at the letters engraved in the front of it . . . something in Latin over a coat of arms, maybe. I was too distracted to give it much thought. He was getting too close for me to think straight. I was way too dizzy from all the alcohol, so I stood, hoping that would help.
He stopped just inches away, not quite as tall without the boots on, but still so tall I had to angle my head up to look in his eyes.
“You are the prettiest lady in this entire town, you know that?”
I laughed a little, not falling for the schmooze but letting it warm me nonetheless. “I know that you drank about six beers in the space of an hour or two, so I have to think that may be interfering in your judgment.”
He shook his head. “Nope. I’ve got all my faculties.”
“Damn, you’re just full of those quarter words today, aren’t you?”
He pulled me up against his chest in one quick move, reminding me what a strong man he was and how much restraint he’d shown so far. “What’s a quarter word?” He dipped his head down and kissed the side of my mouth.
“It’s . . . it’s . . .” I tried to answer, but then I forgot the question. The small kisses he was feathering around my mouth were making me go air-brained.
“Hmmm? Quarter word?” he prompted.
“It’s a . . . big word . . . worth twenty-five cents . . .” I opened my mouth and tried to turn and meet his lips, but he moved away, leaving me hanging. His mouth moved to my neck where his lips put a little suction to my skin. He licked the tender spot and then blew on it a little, making goosebumps come up all over that side of my body.
I strained to get closer to him, my breasts pulsing with need.
“I want to see you naked,” he whispered, his hands going behind me to move my hair out of the way and slowly unzip my dress. His fingertips trailed behind the zipper, sliding along my skin from the top of my spine all the way to the small of my back. The cool air of the room whispered across my skin as the shoulders of my dress went slack and slid down my arms. The heat of my desire banked, and my face burned with the fear of him seeing my body and judging it as less than worthy. I stood there in bra and panties, my face going bright red.
“Jesus, woman . . .” He pulled me against him roughly again, the hardness of his desire slamming into my pelvis. It was the sweetest pain I’d ever felt. A moan escaped my lips and urged him on.
He pushed my dress down until it pooled at my feet. I stepped out of it and kicked it lightly to the side, clinging to him the entire time. I didn’t want us to get too far apart, but he had other ideas. He pulled back abruptly, pushing me away slightly by my upper arms. “Wait . . . just for a second. Let me look at you.”
I dropped my gaze to the floor, unable to meet his eyes.
He said nothing for so long, I had to peek, unable to stand the pressure of not knowing. He was scanning my body from head to toe, and the dim light shining in from the attached bathroom told me nothing. His expression was serious. Dangerous, even.
“What?” I said, wanting to cross my arms over my body.
“No, wait . . . don’t cover yourself. Please. Let me just admire you for a little while longer.”
My face went red again. All I could think about were my too-small breasts with two rubbery booby-hikers hidden under them, my wide hips, and my big butt. “What are you talking about?” I felt like I was stuck halfway between feeling awkward and feeling sexy. I could have fallen over to either side with a single word from him.
He shook his head. “I thought bodies like this were only alive in my fantasies. I didn’t realize they existed in reality.” He ran his hand down my ribs and hip. “Curves everywhere.” He looked into my eyes. “The body of a real, honest-to-God woman.”
I pushed on his chest, laughter bubbling up from my throat as the fear disintegrated and then disappeared completely. He likes curves! “Get out of here, you lunatic.”
He grabbed my hands and pulled me up against him. “Heck no, I’m not going anywhere. You lured me up here to your lair, and now I’m going to let you take advantage of me.”
My mouth dropped open in mock offense. “I lured you up here? Are you kidding me?” I tried to wrestle away, but he held on tight, walking us over to the bed.
“Don’t play with my heart, Andie. Tell me you didn’t bring me up here just to strip down to your gorgeous bits and then kick me out. I don’t think my ego could take it. And neither could my . . . other parts of me.”
I lifted my chin to sass him back, but he took advantage of his height and came down to my lips, silencing me with his mouth.
The idea that he found my body so sexy lit some kind of fire inside me. Whatever misgivings I might have had about bringing a man to my room who I’d never see again after tonight? Yeah . . . they went flying out the window and into the hot Las Vegas night. Any second thoughts that might have been brewing about my own attractiveness? Yup . . . they joined those misgivings, leaving in their place a very horny, very excited me. Andie the party girl was definitely back. I shimmied out of my underthings as he kissed me, and then stepped away from him when I was totally naked.
“Wow.” He stared at me, his eyes taking in every detail of my body. “Talk about getting lucky. The blackjack table was nothing compared to this.”
My heart soared with his compliments, and a sudden surge of energy burst through me. “Woo-hoo!” I yelled, pushing him down onto the bed and jumping on top of him. My leap was a little too enthusiastic, though, because I misjudged my landing and fell to the side. I tried to catch myself on the edge of the bed, but the stupid satin cover gave me nothing to grab onto. I tipped off the bed and fell onto the floor with a loud thud. I stayed there for a few seconds, waiting for the room to stop spinning.
“Holy shit,” he said, trying to cover up his laughter as he leaned over the edge of the bed to look at me. “Are you okay?”
I jumped to my feet and smiled, determined to keep having fun regardless of the fact that I was a complete idiot. I held my arms above my head and stretched them to the ceiling. “How’s that for a dismount?” I said, giving him a superstar smile.
He grabbed me around the waist and yanked me down onto the bed, jumping on top of me. “Gold medal worthy.” His jeans pressed into my nakedness, ratcheting up the erotic sensations another couple notches. I had feared my goofiness would destroy the mood, but all it did was make me realize that we had the same sense of humor.
I pushed him over and scrambled to get on top of him. “I’m on top,” I declared.
“Whoa, girl,” he said, laughing while fighting to sit up. He grabbed me around the waist and flipped me over onto my back in one smooth motion. He was on top now and looming over me.
“Take off those pants,” I ordered. “And stand there in the middle of the room so I can check you out. It’s my turn to gawk.” If I’d had a whip right then, I would have cracked it. Something about being with Mack tonight had gotten me totally fired up. If there’d been a bull in the room, I would have held up a red cape and waved it at him.
He backed up as he got off the bed, never taking his eyes off me. “Yes, ma’am.”
Unlike Candice, I didn’t mind being ma’amed. He could ma’am me all night if he wanted to.
Standing in the middle of the room near the bottom of the bed, he unbuttoned his jeans, slowly and carefully revealing an almost painful-looking erection. It was like Christmas morning and my birthday all rolled into one, the way his gift was revealed to me for my pleasure only.
My eyes widened at the sight of it. Sweet Jesus, he’s hung. That’s some kind of magic, the way he somehow fits that thing into those pants.
He pulled the jeans off the rest of the way from the bottom, dropping them on the floor next to him.
“No underwear,” I said, still staring at his midsection. I couldn’t think of anything else to say, save, My god, you have a huge cock . . . but that didn’t seem like the smoothest of moves, so I stuck with the basics.
“Too restricting,” he said, coming toward me, his girth and hardness on display right at eye level from my position on the bed.
I moved closer to the edge, dropping my legs over the side, fascinated by the size and shape of him. I became wet just imagining his length moving into me. The vision of it sent shock waves of desire though my body. I used to think foreplay was a really big deal, but I would have skipped all of it tonight and gone right to the heart of the matter without a backward glance. But then I saw his cock again, and I just had to touch it. I reached out to take it in my hand, looking up at him to gauge his response.
His eyes were smoldering and his expression so serious, it would have been frightening if I wasn’t so turned on and convinced of his attraction to me. I felt powerful and in control. “What do you want?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Whatever you want to give.” His voice was gravelly, thick with desire.
His jaw muscles clenched when I moved my hand experimentally, first stroking down toward the base and then up again to the tip with the lightest of touches. I didn’t yet know if he was one of those men who liked the light touch or preferred a firmer grip, but I was sure going to find out. A small flick of my tongue on the tip had him jerking slightly in response with an inward hiss of breath.
“Jesus,” was all he managed to say before he closed his eyes.
I turned small circles of my tongue on his head to wet it down and then took him in my mouth as he rested his fingertips on my shoulders. I felt his fingers digging in a little as I did the one thing I knew I was really good at in the bedroom. I guess there’s a benefit to dating a bunch of selfish losers . . . it sure teaches a girl how to give a good blow job.
His hips began to move in time with my rhythm, and his breaths came faster. I had my hand between his legs, fondling his balls. The way they were jerking up and then relaxing with every stroke of my lips, I knew if I kept it up for too much longer he’d be a mess, beyond rational thought, and putty in my hands. The thought had no sooner crossed my mind then he pushed me back and pulled himself out of my mouth. My lips curved into a smile at the animal lust I saw in his expression.
“I need to taste you,” he said in a half-growling voice. He pushed me back on the bed and dropped to his knees between my legs. They were hanging awkwardly off the edge and I wanted to move back, but I didn’t have time. I started to say something but stopped when his mouth was suddenly on me, without preamble and with almost no warning. One second I was recovering from a tired jaw and the next I had this man’s beautiful face buried between my legs, working some kind of crazy magic on me.
“Oh my god,” I said, sounding almost like I was crying. The sensations that rocketed up from between my legs to my heart and brain and every other part of me were like nothing I’d ever felt before. A long, low moan escaped my throat, and I arched my lower back, pushing myself into him, silently begging for more.
His tongue slipped inside me and did something that made me twitch with pre-orgasm excitement. A finger came up to replace his tongue while his mouth went up to my most sensitive of places and very gently, very softly made slow circles and up and down motions. I lifted my legs and shamelessly put them over his shoulders, using the leverage to get myself closer to his amazing mouth.
He took to the invitation eagerly, moaning himself as his movements came faster and harder. Normally, I would have passed on this kind of approach, but I was completely and utterly gone. I’d fallen into a sexual vortex that had taken over every ounce of shame or fear that might have tried to rear its ugly head. I wanted to spread my legs as wide as they could go and feel every single bit of what he was doing to me. Andie the slut was in the house.
He moaned, a deep rumble against my most sensitive parts, sending delicate vibrations shooting up into the core of me and making me gasp with surprise and pure wanton joy. I could feel the wave coming . . . the one that would take me to a higher place, the end of our wild ride. I desperately wanted the satisfaction, but then again I didn’t want it . . . not yet. I wanted the pleasure to last all night.
“You’re close,” he said, his tongue not stopping but his hand drawing away. He rested both palms on my stomach. They were warm and spanned my body’s width. He stroked my skin and reached up to take both breasts in his hands, pinching the heavy nipples and making me cry out again. I strained against every part of him, needing more of all of it. I was greedy and totally shameless.
“Yes,” I cried, breathing heavily and moaning. I couldn’t help it. Everything was spinning out of control.
“I want to come when I’m inside you,” he said huskily.
“Yes. Please, Mack. Come inside.” Rational thought was gone. All I wanted was to feel him filling me completely, to enjoy the sensation of his cock stretching me to the limit. He was way bigger than any man I’d ever been with before, and I welcomed the new experience with open arms and open legs.
Suddenly, he was gone from between my legs and I heard a condom wrapper tearing. Then he was suspended above me with stiff arms, his palms planted on the bed at my sides. One of them slipped under my waist and dragged me closer to the top of the bed. I ran my hands up the bulging muscles of his forearms and biceps and snaked my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me. I reveled in the smell of our passion on his mouth.
His hard length pushed against me, begging to come inside as he lowered his body to mine. We kissed and tasted each other’s tongues, the passion still as strong as it had been when he was between my legs.
I reached a hand down along with one of his, and together we guided the head of his erection over to my opening. I was completely ready for him.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
It seemed like a crazy question considering where our mouths had just been, but I guess he was just one of those guys who put the actual act of sex up on a different pedestal. “Yes, I’m sure,” I said between tongue-heavy kisses, certain I wasn’t risking anything. The cocktails probably had a lot to do with it, but I didn’t care one bit. The passion had overruled any ounce of common sense I might have had, which explained what this sexy stranger who I’d just met was doing in my room right now. “Just put it in me, please.” I was begging, but I didn’t care. Shameless would be my new middle name.
At first, there was some resistance, my folds so heavy with passion they were blocking his entry. He reached down once more to move the tip around, guiding it in slowly with an expert hand.
I cried out, spreading my legs and pushing my hips forward, urging him to come in deeper.
“Mmmm, just be patient,” he said, a devilish smile forming under my kisses.
“I can’t,” I begged, “please.”
He slid into me just the slightest bit more and then pulled out, deftly avoiding my attempts at getting him to go in deeper.
“You’re teasing me,” I said, waiting breathlessly for his next move. I both loved and despised what he was doing to me.
He pushed the head in a little farther this time. Leaving it there for a few seconds, he moved his hips in a small circle and then pulled back again. It was like he was dipping into a honey pot or something, just getting a taste and giving a taste and then disappearing. It was maddening and delicious.
“You’re evil,” I said, putting my hands on his hips. I was prepared to do whatever necessary to get him to do this thing all the way, including forcing him down on top of me.
“Oh yeah? You really think so?” He pushed into me, stopping when he was halfway in. He pulsed himself in and out in short little strokes before pulling out again.
“Yes. I really, really think so,” I said, breathing fast as I anticipated his next move. I squirmed with anticipation, making myself mad with the not knowing. Would this be it? Would this be the time he went in all the way, deep?
“Yesssss . . .” I hissed out as he slowly buried his full length into me. It just kept going and going, making me think for a few crazy seconds that it wasn’t going to stop. I put my hands on his ass and pushed him in as far as he’d go, grinding myself into his lower abdomen and crying out with the sensations it created. Moving my hips in circles and bucking against him while he was buried inside me was what did it; it’s what started me on the road to nowhere and everywhere all at once.
He drew himself out with agonizing slowness and then began the torture all over again, burying himself to the hilt and pausing for several seconds before pulling out again in a dizzying stroke of pure sex, pure animal need. Over and over, I pushed against him while pulling his rear end down, forcing him to go deep, to increase his rhythm and give me the friction I needed.
“You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that,” he said, gritting his teeth with the effort of holding back. “Holy sh— God, that feels so good.” He finished the sentence almost out of breath. “How are you doing that?”
I had no idea what he was talking about. All I knew was that a monster tidal wave of an orgasm was headed my way, and I was fully prepared and looking forward to drowning in it. The alcohol should have made this impossible; it should have made me insensitive and numb, but it seemed to be having the opposite effect. Or maybe it was just him. I’d never been with a man so amazingly sexy in all my life.
His strokes came harder and stayed deeper. My sensitive nub took the pounding of his body with pleasure. I welcomed it, meeting his every thrust with one of my own. Our rhythm was wild, untamed, raw . . . a completely new experience in my carefully scripted life. His grunts and gasps of barely controlled excitement mirrored my own rising tide of passion.
“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come,” he said, sounding angry and carried away by his lack of control.
It was a combination of his loss of control and the sensation of being filled with him that did it to me. The sensations that had been building rushed me all at once, taking me completely by surprise. I started yelling, crying, and gasping, with zero control over what my body was doing. I dug my fingernails into his back, not paying attention to what I was doing to his skin. I just didn’t want to fall into the dark abyss that was calling out to me, worrying that once I was there, I’d never be able to get back. Mack would keep me safe. He’d keep me from drowning.
And then, when he shouted loudly and pushed into me with several short, sharp strokes, I fell; I fell into the velvet darkness that was swirling around inside my head. The sensation was entirely welcome. With this man filling me and pleasing me with every inch of his body, I had no other option.
Time stood still as we took the thrilling ride to the very top and then coasted down to earth again. The clock only began to tick again when our orgasms had totally played out.
Our bodies had melded together; I could feel every inch of him, even as he lost some of his hardness. He collapsed on top of me and rested his face on the pillow next to my head.
“Are you okay?” he whispered, the small wisp of his breath tickling my ear.
I nodded, not trusting my voice to work properly yet.
He pushed into me just a little.
I yelped with the shock that went through me.
He chuckled. “A little sensitive?”
“A little,” I admitted, wondering if I should be ashamed about anything I’d done. I didn’t think so. Anything that felt this good couldn’t possibly be wrong.
Weird feelings rose up to smother me. My lifeplan felt really, really stupid and empty. This man would never fit into it, but now I wondered how I could ever go back to guys like Luke when I knew they could never make me feel this way.
Feeling his heavy body on mine, wallowing in the afterglow of the best sex I’d ever had, I questioned for the first time what the hell I was doing with my life. I tried to laugh at myself, having these thoughts during a one-night stand in Vegas, but the humor wouldn’t come. This was real. This connection with this cowboy wasn’t just a thing.
“What are you thinking right now?” he asked, sliding off to the side of me, his mostly limp cock slipping out of me and resting damply on my leg. He pulled the used condom off and put it on a piece of paper on the nightstand.
“Nothing. My brain isn’t working yet.” Hell-to-the no way was I going to tell him what was on my mind. He’d run for the hills, and I’d never see him again. Do I want to see him again? Yes. I think I do. No, I know I do.
“You’re lying,” he said, running a finger gently from my forehead to the end of my nose. “I can tell by the way you wrinkle up your little nose that you’re lying. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“Oh, so I’m Pinocchio now?” I tried to play it off, distract him from trying to get inside my head, but he wasn’t falling for it.
“Please tell me.”
He sounded so sincere, it made my heart skip a beat. How could a guy that good in bed and this gorgeous be so nice? Doesn’t it defy the very laws of Nature? Maybe he was an evolutionary mutant. I turned my head, our faces only an inch or two apart. “Why do you want to know?”
“Because. I’m thinking lots of stuff too, and I’m wondering if you’re thinking the same thing.”
“You go first,” I said, my heart picking up its rhythm for some stupid reason. No way were we thinking the same thing. But wouldn’t it be cool if we were?
“Luceo non uro,” he said. “That’s what my dad always said.”
“What does that mean?” I asked, pretty sure that even though I was still pretty drunk, he wasn’t speaking English.
“It means that if I want to get lucky with you, I should just take the risk and tell you what’s on my mind, because failing would be worse than never trying.”
I grinned. “I’m pretty sure you already got lucky, but if you’re looking for kinky sex, you’re going to have to work to convince me it’s a good idea.” For him, I was pretty sure I’d do anything, but there was no way I was going to make it that easy by just telling him.
“It’s not about the sex,” he said, going all sober on me. “Well, okay, the sex might have been a little icing on the cake, but that’s not it.”
“You’re being very mysterious,” I said, now nervous as hell. I really liked this cowboy. Mack. But I didn’t know a single thing about him other than the fact that he doesn’t wear underwear and he’s got a big cock-a-doodle-doo that he definitely knows how to use. Yee-haw.
“I don’t mean to be mysterious. I guess I’m not as bold as I’d like to be sometimes. Thing is . . .” He paused and then rolled onto his back, resting his hands under his head. “. . . I have something on my mind, and I want to say it to you, even though I know it probably won’t make a difference and I’ll probably never see you again.”
The idea that we’d never be together again made me literally sick to my stomach, and I was pretty sure it wasn’t the alcohol, even though the bed was spinning with its effects. Really, really spinning.
“Just say it,” I urged, my words slurring a little. “You go first and then I’ll go.”
“Chicken,” he teased, easing his arm under my neck.
“Guilty.” I nestled in close to him, turning on my side so I could rest my head on his chest. I knew it was stupid, but in that moment I felt cared for. Something I’d never truly experienced with the man I’d so recently wanted to call Husband. This was a very sad state of affairs, indeed. I was falling in lust with a man from Oregon, and I lived on the opposite end of the country. Our situation couldn’t possibly be more complicated.
“Okay, well, here it goes. And if you want me to leave after I say it, then so be it. I’d rather say it and take the walk of shame than not say it and miss out on something.”
“Alright already, say it.” I faked a loud yawn. “I’m about to fall asleep over here.”
He tickled my ribs with his free hand. “You’re ornery. I like that about you.” He leaned over and kissed my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. I probably should have been mad, but when my nipples went rock hard over the sensation it created, I had the opposite emotion coming over me.
He left my neck and laid back down. “What I have going through my mind is that I don’t want this to end. There’s something about you that’s just lassoed my heart or my common sense or something, and I’m afraid I’m not going to be able to get it back until you let it go.”
My heart seized in my chest. The beats just wouldn’t come. And then I gasped, the need for oxygen too overwhelming. I’d been holding my breath without realizing it. “Really?” I croaked out. No one had ever said anything even remotely similar to me before. Even men who’d claimed to love me.
“Really. Does that make you want to run to Mexico?”
“Mexico?” I giggled.
“That’s the farthest place from here I could come up with. Give me a few more minutes to sober up, and I’ll come up with something better.”
I put my elbow up and rested my head on my palm. “Maybe it’s just the beer talking. Maybe I’m not as awesome as you think I am in the sober light of day.”
He pulled me against him and kissed me soundly. “No. It’s not the beer. I might be a little out of it, but that doesn’t make me deaf, dumb, or blind. You’re something special. Didn’t you feel it? The way we fit together so perfectly?” The expression on his face was vulnerable. Like this was important to him.
“Yes,” I whispered, so thrilled to be hearing these things come out of his mouth that I couldn’t speak properly. I couldn’t even think straight. Bells were clanging and alarms were going off in my brain. He likes me! A lot! He really likes me! And he’s hung like a horse!
“I’ll tell you what . . .” he said, pulling me on top of him, “. . . right now I want to do two things with you, but I can’t decide which one to do first.” He grinned up at me mischievously, my hair hanging down to create a curtain around us.
“What? Anal sex?” I asked.
He laughed loud and long. Then he spanked me on both cheeks before rubbing them and squeezing them gently. He pushed his hips up toward me, causing his semi-hardness to push into my folds. “No, you crazy girl, that’s not what I was thinking. I’ll take a raincheck on that, though.” The dimple in his cheek came out for the first time since we’d played blackjack.
“Okay, so what were you thinking, then, if it wasn’t the booty love?” I rubbed myself just slightly along his length and was surprised to find that the idea of another round of sex so soon wasn’t entirely unpleasant. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He got harder with every passing second.
He reached down between us and angled his erection up, the tip teasing at my lower stomach. He said nothing; he just waited to see what I would do.
I positioned myself over him. Moving my hips in small circles, I eased the head of his cock into my warmth. I came down slowly, pushing past the opening to take him all the way in. I only stopped when I was fully impaled, his head pressing against the end of the road.
“Damn, girl,” was all he could manage. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes as his hips moved in a rhythm that instantly threw all ideas of conversation out the window.
I was still sensitive and swollen from our last session, so it didn’t take long for me to get close to orgasm. But the sensations were different this time. Sharp. Wild. A lot out of control. I needed speed and pounding, not soft and gentle strokes. I moved up and down his length, landing hard to give my body the ache it desired.
He met me thrust for thrust, his erection so firm it felt like steel. I screamed out a few times in my frustration, not able to get what I was seeking. Something . . . something . . . I didn’t know what. It stayed just out of my grasp. I needed it but I didn’t know what It was.
He growled once loudly and sat up, flipping me over onto my back in one smooth movement. Then he pulled out of me and turned me onto my stomach. “Put your ass in the air,” he ordered, grabbing me under my hips and jerking my rear end up.
I complied without a sound. I wanted this. This was It.
He pulled my folds apart with his thumbs and buried himself in me once again. Scooting his bent knees in slightly under me, he used the top of my thighs for leverage as he pounded into me, heaving my body into the pillows at the head of the bed with every thrust.
I was angled up so far, I could feel his balls hitting my clit. Just the slight tap-tap-tapping was driving me wild. It wasn’t enough. But his harsh thrusts were exactly what I’d needed, even though I hadn’t known it until just now.
“Yes! Yes!” I screamed, not caring that they’d hear me out in the hallways and possibly on the floor below too.
“God, I love fucking you,” he said between gritted teeth, the sound of our bodies slapping against one another echoing out into the room.
“Yes, fuck me, please, fuck me!” I was begging shamelessly, but it just felt so right. I wanted to be his, to be taken by him every single night of my life. I felt like I hadn’t truly lived as a woman until this moment.
I was riding the crest of a wave I didn’t understand. I was getting satisfaction from a hard fucking, something I’d never liked before. Where was this pleasure coming from? It had to be the most base, animal part of me. The passion was savage, carrying me away to another place and making me think and say and do things I never would have thought I was capable of.
“Aaaaarrrrgghh!” he shouted, sounding like a wild man sending out his war cry.
“Aaahhhh!” I screamed. I was so close, so close!
He collapsed on top of me, trapping his hand under my body. His finger came up to rub my clit as he pounded into me with jerking motions, grunting and growling with every thrust.
That simple touch. Those two fingers barely touching me in the most inelegant way while he filled me completely. That’s all I needed to disappear into myself, to fall into the passion that threatened to overwhelm and swallow me whole. I spread my legs as wide as I could, angled my ass back as much as possible, and rode the wave as high and as hard as I could, screaming the entire way.
He came inside me for the second time that night, and I experienced an orgasm like I’d never even dreamed of having, even with my very vivid imagination.
Minutes later, or maybe it was hours, Mack slid off me and fell to his side next to me. I looked up at him, my hair in a tangle over my face.
“What are you looking at?” I asked in a smartass tone.
“A beautiful woman who makes me think I can fly.”
“So what’s next?” I asked, fearing the answer. It was past midnight and Candice was sure to be back soon.
“I have a really wild, really crazy, really stupid idea.”
“What, like having condomless sex?”
He grimaced. “Sorry about that. Is it . . . going to be a problem?”
“Don’t apologize, it was my fault. And I’m on the pill.”
“I’m clean if it makes you feel better. Doctor says so.”
“Me too.”
“Good. But back on track . . . that wasn’t what I was talking about.”
I got up onto my elbows, blowing my hair out of my face. “Okay, then, lay it on me, Hot Stuff.”
“You sure?”
I pointed at my face. “Does this look like a woman who doesn’t know what she wants?”
He tackled me onto my back, and forced a kiss on me. I let it melt into more heat for a few seconds before putting my hands on the sides of his face and pushing him away. “Stop stalling and tell me.”
He jumped out of the bed and started pulling his jeans on. “Come on. We’re going out.”
I sat up, confused. “Out? I thought we were going to snuggle.”
“Yeah. Out now, snuggling later.” He picked up my dress and held it out in my direction.
I scooted slowly to the edge of the bed, holding out my hand for the dress. I took it when he brought it closer, not sure how I felt about this sudden energy burst and mystery trip out. The cocktails and sex were like a sleeping potion, and all I wanted to do was rest.
He didn’t let the dress go, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Do you trust me?”
I nodded without hesitation. I shouldn’t trust him. He was a stranger. I knew his body and the fact that he was a sexy beast, but nothing else. I almost laughed out loud at how ridiculous it all was. But the fact was, I did trust him. Implicitly. With him, I knew I could be myself. I could be confident and sexy and in control. I could dream of a life that didn’t involve a plan that had to be followed for the next ten years. I could forget where I came from and who I’d left behind to become the woman I was now.
“Yes. I trust you,” I finally said.
“Okay, then, get dressed. I have a surprise for you, and I hope like hell you’re going to want to do it.”
“Can I get a hint about what it is?” I asked, sliding off the bed.
“Sure. Here’s your hint: Shine, not burn.”
When he smiled and winked at me, my heart melted into a puddle on the floor. I realized in that moment that I was falling hard for this cowboy stranger.