Caught in the Act #2
“So talk to someone so you can start to internalize it. Want me to ask my therapist for a rec for you?”
Goddamn it, it’s like this man is on a mission to make me fall in love with him today.
“You really do mean business,” I say with a smile.
“Never did anything halfway in my life.”
“I’d love that, thanks.”
“Consider it done.” Colt uses the heel of his hand to put the truck in park next to a faded red barn with metal siding and a shallow roof.
We climb out of the truck. The barn sits on the rise of a yawning canyon, affording us spectacular three-hundred-and-sixty-degree views of the surrounding Hill Country. The size and scope of the Wallaces’ property takes my breath away.
I walk to the edge of the canyon and gaze out over the undulating hills. The leaves are really changing, igniting the landscape in fiery shades of deep red, orange, and yellow. Far in the distance, I see a cloud of dust billowing up against the horizon.
“That’s our herd of cattle.” Colt comes up to stand behind me. He presses a scruffy kiss to my bare neck, and I shiver. “Everybody out there was in good shape earlier, so I was able to sneak away.”
The throb between my legs becomes unbearable. Reaching behind me, I dig my hand into his wet hair. “You ever used toys before?”
He chuckles against the hollow beneath my ear. “Yes. But not yours. You sure you don’t wanna eat first?”
“Oh, cowboy, I’m sure.”
Then he’s yanking me inside the barn. “Can never be too careful,” he says. “Someone might still pass by. And I ain’t about to be rushed.”
I’m giggling as he helps me up a ladder that leads to a low-ceilinged loft.
It smells like hay inside, not nearly as musty as it is downstairs.
Colt throws down a blanket, and then we’re attacking each other.
He’s yanking my shirt over my head. I’m unbuttoning his jeans, sucking on his neck.
He’s pulling down my own jeans, and I step out of my sneakers so I can shake off my pants.
It’s a warm day for this early in December and even warmer inside the barn.
I still break out in goose bumps. This man’s touch—it’s everything. Tender and eager and possessive.
He’s bringing me down onto the floor so that I’m on my back in nothing but my bra and underwear. He settles onto his side. The bulge between his legs presses against my thigh.
Colt’s eyes rake over my body. He sucks in a breath and runs a hand up my stomach. He pushes up my bra, exposing my tits, and he gently cups them, running his thumbs over my nipples just how I like.
“You’re pretty everywhere, honey,” he murmurs, eyes hazy.
His hand moves south, his fingers catching in my underwear before pulling them down. A surge of arousal bolts through me as he pulls them off my legs and tosses them aside.
I’m totally naked from the waist down. Colt wraps a hand around the inside of my thigh and pulls it so that I’m spread wide.
Looking down, he sucks a breath through his teeth. “Are you really so wet I can see it?”
I nod. “You do hate me best, remember? Apparently that turns me on.”
He grins. “That was such a good line.”
“You’re such an asshole.”
“I am.” He groans as he dips that finger inside me, kissing his way up my chest. “You ready? Show me what you brought.”
Reaching for the bag I dropped somewhere behind us, my hand shakes. I love how eager he is to try this together.
I pull out my toy. It’s purple—God, why’d I pick purple?—with a thick, penis-shaped shaft complete with a rounded head.
Colt’s lips curl into a smirk, even as his expression darkens. “This is gonna be fun. Can I?” He pulls his finger out of me. Swirls it one last time over my clit, making me see stars. Then he holds out his hand.
I pass it to him. It looks laughably small in the mitt of his hand as he tosses it up and catches it.
“Got some heft.” He finds the buttons at its base and turns it on. “I know that sound.”
I give him a shove. “You know how to use it?”
“Bet I do, yeah.”
Watching him bring the toy between my legs, I’m drawn taut, a bowstring ready for release. I go up on my elbows to get a better look as he presses the vibrating head to my clit.
“Colt.”
His jaw twitches. “That good?”
“So good.”
“Do you like it inside you too?” He moves the toy a little lower, notching it at my entrance.
My legs start to shake. “I do.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he pushes the toy a little farther inside me. “Keep talking to me.”
“Do it…how you do it,” I pant.
He chuckles, a low, velvety sound. “How I do—”
“How you fuck me.”
“Right. So I thrust it.”
“Exactly.”
Furrowing his brow, he sticks his tongue into the corner of his mouth. Then he begins to push the toy in before bringing it back out and pressing it to my clit.
It’s the most obscene thing I’ve ever witnessed, Colt fucking me with my own vibrator.
My orgasm rises, rises. So close already.
He pushes the vibrator back inside me.
“Oh God, Colt. That’s perfect. That’s it. Just like—oh, that.”
I love the look of concentration on his face. “Show me what I like to see. Show me how hard I make you come.”
He pushes the vibrator deeper, hitting me just where I like it. Then he pulls it back out. Pushes it back in. Pulls it back out slowly.
Then he’s pressing it to my clit. At the same time, he leans in to suck my nipple into his mouth.
My head falls back. “You’re—fuck you, Colton. You’re unbelievably good at this.”
Another chuckle. “I like learning you.”
My heart tips over. He sucks my other nipple into his mouth, pushing me off the edge.
The orgasm pounds through me. I grab him and bury my face in his neck, digging my nails into the skin of his neck.
“Colt—oh, shit. Shit. Colt.”
He kisses my jaw, my cheeks. “I’m right here, honey. You’re perfect. Keep coming.”
I do.
I come for what feels like an eternity. By the time I come back down and open my eyes, Colt has turned the vibrator off and tossed it aside. He’s unzipping his jeans. Pulling himself out. Rolling on a condom.
I’m opening my legs and he’s settling himself between them, holding eye contact the whole time. He’s heavy, pinning me to the ground. The floorboards bite into my neck and shoulder blades.
I like the breathless feeling it gives me.
He buries himself to the hilt inside me in one deep, gutting stroke. I’m full to the point of pain, and I love it.
Colt watches my face the whole time, eyes locked on me as he begins to move over and inside me. He reaches between us to play with my clit, my nipples. My cunt flutters.
Holy shit, am I about to come a second time? That’s never happened. Like, ever.
“Look at you,” he says, smiling. “The perfect little princess, letting me fuck her in the hay and the dirt. You like it, don’t you, Dallas?”
I smile. “Fuck you. I told you, don’t call me that.”
“You don’t like it? Why’re you about to come, then?”
I trail my hands up his sides, kneading the muscles that bunch and release there. He hits me on an especially hard thrust, making my tits bounce and my breath catch. “Because you are learning me.”
He leans his forehead against mine. “Fort Worth. LEGO expert. Big-ass heart. Kiss avoidant.”
I huff out a laugh as he rolls this thumb over my clit. “I’m not apologizing for that.”
I also really, really wanna kiss you right now, but I’m scared.
“I’m not asking you to.”
My body arches on a rising tide of pleasure so pure I want to cry. I come. Again.
He comes a beat later. Pressing a kiss to my neck, he breathes, “I know you’re afraid, honey. I am too. But I’m here, and I’m trying. I want—I want this to work.” He noses the hollow underneath my ear. “I want you.”
Shit, now I am crying. Happy tears. Sad ones.
I don’t say anything. I just hold him and let him hold me back. Wondering all the while if this is Colt’s way of asking me to stay.