Chapter 3 #3
I was already unfastening the button of my shorts when he came in after me, shutting the door as he sat behind the driver’s side. To my great relief, he needed no further prompting. By the time I worked my shorts and panties over my boots, his jeans were halfway down his thighs.
He wasn’t wearing any underwear.
As soon as he extracted a condom, he held it up between two fingers, then looked at me with a quirked eyebrow.
He knew the score. It had been forever since I’d slept with the same man twice. It was kind of nice, not having to do any talking.
I straddled his lap and took his semi-hard cock into my hand. Rather than wrap my fingers around him, I grazed the head of his shaft along my seam, aiming to kill two birds with one stone.
It didn’t take long before we were both ready.
Like I always did, I grabbed the condom, ripped it open, and covered the length of his shaft. With one hand holding onto the armhole of his kutte, I positioned him where I wanted and took him inside of me.
I wasn’t the least bit gentle.
As soon as I was full, the consequences of what we were doing were instantly irrelevant. I grabbed hold of the other side of his kutte, and I rode .
Fuck , but he felt good.
Circumstances what they were, I didn’t have the room to shove him off me when he got too close; but his hands at my thighs were familiar, so I didn’t stop my rocking hips. He felt his way toward my ass, smacking my left cheek, and the mewl that spilled from my lips would not be silenced.
I was lost.
I closed my eyes, concentrating on the feel of him, my head tilted back slightly as I continued to thrust. My breath caught when, unexpectedly, I felt his tongue lick up the side of my neck.
He then kissed me just below my jaw. Rather than pull me out of the moment, it hurled me deeper into it.
When he licked me a second time before nipping at my earlobe, I swear, I felt so high, I wasn’t sure if I was inside my body anymore.
That was, until he grabbed hold of one side of my ass, forcing me down on him harder as he bucked his hips, slamming inside of me even further.
“Fuck,” I cried, my grip around his kutte tightening as I pulled.
“You like that, baby? Huh?”
His timing impeccable, he thrust his hips again, we slammed together, and suddenly I was on the brink of euphoria.
“I’m—I’m gonna come,” I announced.
I didn’t mean to say it aloud. For a moment, I wasn’t sure I did, until he replied, “Fuck, yeah.”
Both his hands on my ass, we worked in unison until I lost all control. Pleasure detonated inside of me, and I gasped and moaned as I trembled, my sex clamping down hard around his.
With a grunt, he smacked my ass once more, then pounded into me twice before succumbing to his own release. I was certain he was still coming when he grabbed hold of the side of my neck, held me still, and crushed his mouth against mine.
This time, I wasn’t drunk.
This time, I had no excuse.
This time, when he dragged his tongue across my lips, I should have pulled away—but I couldn’t help myself. I opened up, and he claimed my mouth like no one ever had before.
It was delicious, just as it was the first time.
Maybe even more so.
His warm, wet tongue.
His sure, decisive lips.
His thick, bushy beard.
His kiss was hungry and impatient.
It was rough and wild.
It made me feel wanted.
Shit.
Shit. Fuck.
I let go of his kutte, pressed my palms flat against his chest, and pushed him as hard as I could. It was enough to break our kiss, but he hadn’t gone far. I could still feel his heavy breaths against my face.
“Thanks for the ride,” I said before maneuvering my way out of his lap and into the vacant spot beside him. I reached for my shorts, not bothering with my panties as I began to get dressed. It was time to go home.
Twister reached into the pocket of his kutte, extracting the bandana he’d worn on his ride back from South Dakota.
He used it to remove the condom, then carefully crumpled it inside the worn, red cloth before shoving it back into his pocket.
He yanked at his jeans, pulling them over his hips, and carefully zipped them closed over his naked dick—still at half-mast. All the while, he kept sneaking glances at the woman as hot as hell’s fire.
It was not lost on him how she refused to look his way.
He thought another round with her would be enough.
It wasn’t.
Not even close.
Somehow, the way she avoided his gaze only made him want her more.
She got him off, but rather than quench the flame in his belly, she stoked it into a blazing inferno. She had taken the lead again, and he knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until she let go of those damn reigns and let him have his way. But it wasn’t solely the sex that left him feeling insatiable.
She was a challenge unlike any he’d ever faced—and it intrigued him.
She intrigued him.
It was a foreign feeling, but he wasn’t afraid of it.
Benson Wright wasn’t afraid of anything.
Phoenix cleared her throat, signaling her impatience, and he couldn’t help but to smile. Rather than reach for the door handle, he grabbed hold of her chin and turned her face until she had nowhere else to look but at him.
He could see it, even in the dark—the fire in her eyes, making those green irises sparkle.
She jerked her chin, causing him to lose his grip, but his reflexes were quicker than she anticipated. He adjusted his hold then pressed his lips against hers for a short, hard kiss. This time, he pulled away before she could, freeing her face as he muttered, “You sure are somethin’ else.”
She said nothing in reply, her glare expressing all she wouldn’t say. For reasons he couldn’t quite understand, this made him chuckle. He was still smiling when he finally opened the door, stepped out into the night, and headed for his bed at the clubhouse.