31. Ride `Em, Cowgirl
ride `em, cowgirl
THIS CHAPTER HAS A SOUNDTRACK
Anytime, Anyplace by Janet Jackson | When We by Tank
julian
Her place was dark when we came in, just the stove light she leaves on in the kitchen. She set her keys down and turned to me. “Give me a minute,” she said. “Get comfortable.” Then she was gone down the hall, and I heard a door close.
I took off my jacket, laid it over the back of a chair, worked my shoes off, loosened my collar, and tried not to think too hard about whatever she was doing in the back. I could hear her moving around, drawers opening and closing. I sat on her couch and waited.
“Julian,” she called for me from down the hall and I got up and followed her voice to her bedroom. Her door was open a few inches, candlelight moving on the wall in the gap. I pushed it open the rest of the way, and the breath went out of me before I’d finished the motion.
She’d lit her room with candles on the dresser and nightstands, turning everything gold. Janet Jackson’s Anytime, Anyplace was playing low, and in the middle of the room, standing at the foot of the bed, was Alyssa.
She was standing there in stilettos and wearing a black lace set cut to ruin me.
A strap that climbed her throat like a collar and split into a lace halter, framing her body.
A bralette that was mostly the suggestion of one, the lace doing just enough work.
Thin straps across her hips, and from it, garters running down the front of each thigh clipped to sheer stockings.
The entire ensemble held together by little metal hardware that caught the candlelight when she moved.
Every line of it engineered to lead the eye somewhere and then strand it there.
She hooked her finger gesturing for me to come to her, while looking at me like she knew exactly what she wanted and exactly how she was going to get it.
At that moment it wasn’t the black lace that threatened to take my legs out from under me. It was the confidence and mischief in Alyssa’s eyes. She was running this. Pride, lust and anticipation had me straining my pants as I made my way to her.
I licked my lips as my eyes dragged slow, top to bottom, bottom to top, cataloging every inch of her.
“Where’d you get this?”
She tilted her head, smug. “Little boutique downtown.”
“Give me the name.”
Her brows arched. “Why?”
“Because I’m gonna have to buy out the whole damn store. You’re gonna need replacements after I rip this to shreds off of you.”
She laughed wickedly then kissed me, sticking her tongue down my throat, while turning us around until she was the one facing the bed. Then she broke our kiss, bit her lip, looked at me like I was her prey, then shoved me backward on the bed.
“Oh, shit,” I spat out, caught off guard as my back hit the bed.
She crawled over me, unbuckled my pants and worked them off, while I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it.
She crawled back up and straddled me. My hands were on her instantly.
Palming her thighs, roaming up her lace-covered ass, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp.
I sat up with her on my lap, and my mouth went to her neck but that collar strap was framing the one place she knew I’d go first, like she’d planned the whole route I’d take.
I licked and sucked at the skin above it until she shivered and ground down against me.
“Julian…” she whispered. She guided my hand upward, pressed it against her breast, and my fingers found a hidden clasp that snapped the lace down, freeing her.
My mouth was on her immediately, licking, sucking, pulling soft gasps out of her chest while she held me there. “Thought I was gonna have to rip this off you,” I mumbled as I continued teasing her breasts.
“You don’t have to. It comes… with secret pathways.”
I pulled the lace off her other breast and focused on that while her hands braced around my head, pulling me in closer as she ground against me.
“You love this, hm?” I muttered against her chest, flicking my tongue, feeling her arch under me. The sounds she made when I did that… I could’ve stayed there an hour.
Her moan answered as her hips rolled faster.
She didn’t wait for me to lead, she just reached between us and lined me up herself, and sank down slow, taking all of me in one unhurried breath, her forehead dropping to mine while her body adjusted around me.
For a second we just stayed like that, joined, breathing into each other’s mouths, both of us still.
Then she put her hands flat on my chest, pushed herself upright, and rolled her hips once, watching my face when she did it, giving me a wicked grin, and began to ride.
I understood then, that I’d had the night backward.
I’d spent the whole day arranging things for her.
She had no intention of spending the night being arranged.
Her playlist rolled over, Janet giving way to Tank’s When We, with that slow, insistent knock of a beat, and she caught it, hips picking up the tempo like she’d queued it for this exact moment.
Her pace had me pinned, hips rolling with such precision I swore she could feel every pulse in me. Her palms pressed against my chest, thighs shaking just enough for me to know she was close. I thought I had her. Thought I was about to watch her fall apart.
Then she stilled.
“Alyssa—” My voice came out ragged.
Before I could even catch my breath, she shifted. A slow swivel of her hips, her body sliding off me only to spin, so that her back was to me. She eased down again, and my head dropped back against the bed with a groan.
Reverse cowgirl. I thought I was ready. I wasn’t.
Because then she rose. Not bracing herself on me or the bed with her hands.
She planted her feet firm on either side of my legs, pressed her palms to her own thighs, and balanced on pure muscle, holding her weight off me like it was nothing.
She lowered herself onto me in one fluid motion, then began to move.
Up. Down. Up. Down. No falter, just pure, devastating control.
My mouth fell open. “Al—yssa…” My voice broke on her name.
I could see everything. Every time she lifted, my length sliding out until the head almost left her, then disappearing again as she sank back down. Watching myself vanish into her, as he ass jiggled, only to be swallowed whole again was torture. Blissful, merciless torture.
Every muscle in her thighs flexed, her core holding her steady, her body rising and falling in a rhythm that was driving me out of my mind.
“How are you even…” My mind went blank, I couldn’t finish the question.
She threw her head back, moans pouring out of her as her legs flexed and trembled with effort. Then turned her head to the side at me. “Marathon training’s paying off.”
That nearly finished me. I’d put together her marathon plan, training with her a few times a week.
She was using the body I’d spent months helping her train to dismantle me with it.
I was complicit in every brutal, gorgeous bit of strength taking me apart, and I had never been so happy to lose at anything in my life.
My laugh broke into another groan. “Paying off? You’re killing me.”
She looked back at me, breath heavy, biting her lip, sweat glistening across her shoulders. “You see that?” she panted between bounces. “See how you fill me, Julian? Mmmm.”
I could only close my eyes and groan in answer. Her rhythm quickened, thighs straining, her body relentless. My eyes snapped open, taking in the sight of her and the obscene sounds of us filling the room.
My muscles tightened, my chest seized, my eyes were stinging. I blinked, but the blur stayed. I was gone. Floating out of myself, watching her from somewhere above. This strong, gorgeous woman claiming me. My body burned, every nerve wired too tight and I could hardly hold it.
“Gorgeous… slow down…” My hands flew to her hips, gripping hard to slow her, trying to buy myself time.
But she only ground down harder, a wicked smile cutting across her face when she turned her head to glance back at me. “Mm… no, Julian. Not stopping me.”
I had a rule I hadn’t broken: Alyssa always came first. Always.
I’d grind my teeth, and take every ounce of pain mixed with pleasure if it meant she broke apart first. It dawned on me at that moment…
she knew. This was a game she was playing and her goal wasn’t to break herself.
It was to break me. I’m not a man who hands over the wheel.
I set the tempo, and she knew it, which was why she was trying to take it from me tonight.
Letting her was its own kind of gift. The last one I had left to give her today.
“Shit…” My hips bucked up, driving deeper into her. “I’m—”
I gripped her waist as my release tore through me until my body seized. I locked my hands around her waist, holding her down as I emptied, gasping, every nerve in me on fire.
I collapsed, chest heaving, drenched in sweat, my vision blurred, and heart pounding like it was trying to escape.
She eased herself off me, turning around and placing her lips on mine first softly, then kissing me harder, biting my bottom lip until I groaned again. Her hand slid down my chest, nails dragging just enough to spark every overstimulated nerve.
I hissed, still too raw and open. “Stop, Lyss. Wait. Hold on.”
She laughed softly against my mouth, smug and beautiful, then nibbled at my neck before pulling back to look at me, with a victorious smile.
“Proud of yourself, aren’t you?” I rasped.
“Very.”
I dragged a shaky hand over my face, still trying to catch my breath. “Give me five minutes.” My voice was shredded. “And it’s on.”
Her brow arched, teasing. “Only five minutes?”
Before she could gloat again, I gripped her waist and flipped her under me. She gasped, eyes wide. I leaned down, mouth brushing her neck, teeth grazing then I sucked hard enough to draw out her moan.
My voice rumbled against her skin. “Maybe two.”
She giggled, legs already curling around me as I swallowed her giggles with another kiss.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Gorgeous,” I said.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Julian.”