Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
They stumbled into the cabin breathless and laughing. The door was barely shut before they were helping each other strip off their clothes. Allegra fell back on the bed, sprawled there, and watched as he wrestled with his jeans. “This is why I wore a skirt tonight,” she commented with a smirk.
“My legs wouldn’t look as good as yours in a skirt.
” He finally kicked off the jeans and climbed onto the bed, covering her body.
His light-brown eyes seemed to darken as he stared down at her.
“You have been … such a brat this week. Teasing me, flirting with me, touching me when no one was looking. You’re lucky I don’t make you wait longer, just to teach you a lesson. ”
He was right, she had been a brat, and she felt zero guilt about it.
She reached down to wrap her fingers around his cock.
He was already hard, and his erection jerked in her hand, looking for friction.
“Somehow, I don’t think you’re up for anymore denial, cowboy.
” She pumped his shaft firmly to make her point, and drew a long low groan out of him.
“Maybe, but that doesn’t mean I can’t spank your ass for it.”
“Ooh, yes, please, Daddy!” She fluttered her eyelashes and wiggled underneath him.
With a growl he flipped her over and brought his hand down on her ass, not once, but a dozen times. The heat rose quickly and she squirmed, but there was no attempt to escape. They both knew this wasn’t punishment.
Her heart pattered along at double speed, or so it seemed.
Her breathing was ragged and punctuated with little gasps as he delivered another dozen swats, bouncing his hands from cheek to cheek with enthusiasm.
Between her thighs she could feel a low pulsing begin in her core.
She let her legs slide apart, arched her back to lift her ass like an offering.
But Carter did things in his own time. She’d asked for a spanking, and he would decide when to move on to other things. She wouldn’t have it any other way, not that she’d admit that.
Still the abstinence had been wearing on both of them, and maybe that was why Carter satisfied himself with just one more round of smacks before he switched to rubbing the sting away.
His hands felt different on her body. The hard work had toughened the skin and the new callouses on his palm were rough, scratching pleasantly as it glided over the hot flesh.
She moaned softly as a shiver rolled down her back. “I could get used to a working man’s hands,” she murmured.
His touch paused. “Really?”
“Mhm. They feel good. Or they did until you stopped rubbing,” she said, looking over her shoulder pointedly.
“Greedy girl.” He laughed and his hands began moving again, massaging her cheeks with a firm grip. Eventually his fingers trailed down to tickle between her thighs. He stroked the soft pelt of hair that covered her pussy lips, and she couldn’t help pushing back to invite him in.
He took his time accepting that invitation, teasing her until she was making soft mewling sounds that begged for more. Only then did he spread her folds and stroke his fingertips up between them. He found her clit and played with it, stroking and pinching as she writhed.
“Such a good girl,” he crooned. “Waiting all week has been hard for you, hmm?”
One finger swirled around her clit and her breath hitched.
“Yessss. So hard.” At this point it wasn’t foreplay she was looking for.
She needed to be pounded into the mattress, but the liquid heat was building and coiling low in her body, and she wanted that orgasm just as much as she wanted to feel him inside her.
“It was hard for me too. You made me hard every time you rubbed against my crotch, or whispered naughty things in my ear. Do you know how tough it was to resist that?”
“You weren’t supposed to resist it. That was the point.” Wary of where the conversation was going, she snuck a look at his face. “Are you mad, Daddy?”
“Mad?” His fingers paused as he considered it, taking way too long. “Nope, not mad. But you caused me an awful lot of extra frustration… seems only fair I return it to you. Don’t you think?” Two fingers worked inside of her and began to slide in and out.
Oh no. No, no, no. She couldn’t handle edging now. Not after a whole week. Not after he’d wound her up. A whimper escaped her lips. “Please don’t, Daddy,” she whispered. The pitiful tone wasn’t even deliberate.
His fingers worked in and out, going a little deeper each time. “Please don’t?” He let them curl a little, so they stroked the roof of her entrance each time they plunged in, but it was too slow to bring her to her peak, and that was probably deliberate.
She was so close. “Please?” They both knew what she was asking for, as she twisted and rolled her hips to try to get the friction she desperately needed.
“Lucky for you, I’m nicer.” There was a low chuckle and then his fingers began to move faster.
The angle shifted just enough to put more pressure on that spot and suddenly she was riding a wave of pleasure that rolled her over and under until she lost track of the world.
She cried out, “Daddy!” so loud they probably heard it in every cabin down the row, but in that moment she didn’t care.
And then, while her pussy was still clenching hungrily, he pulled his hand free and replaced it with the tip of his cock.
The first stroke, while everything was throbbing and overly sensitive, shoved her right over the edge again.
She clamped down hard in surprise, holding him so tightly that he grunted with the effort it took to keep the motion going.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuckyesplease.” The low chant was punctuated with moans and sighs. She couldn’t swear it was worth waiting a week for, but it definitely hit the spot.
Carter suddenly rolled them over, so she was sitting on him. “Since you’re such a good rider now, I’m going to let you do the work, sweetheart.”
She wasn’t usually an ‘on top’ kind of girl.
She liked to feel like she was being taken and controlled during sex, and it could be hard for her to get into guiding the pace.
But every once in a while, being on top could be a hell of a lot of fun.
“I’m told I have a natural seat,” she said, smirking down at him as she began to move.
He reached around to give her seat a good squeeze with both hands. “Very natural,” he agreed.
What little sting was still there from the short spanking flared.
It sent a nice little burst of encouragement to her clit, and she began to put her riding lessons to good use.
The smooth up-and-down gait transferred from horse to man quite nicely, with one difference.
That difference was currently straining to reach the deepest parts of her every time she came down, and it certainly made riding an experience.
Allegra had heard the jokes about girls and horseback riding, of course, and seen the references in movies too.
She’d been half disappointed to find it wasn’t at all true, at least not for her.
However, the way she’d been taught to sit in the saddle as she trotted and galloped…
was adding an incredible new dimension to riding her Daddy.
It wasn’t exactly like being in the saddle. She didn’t need to raise up quite so high for one thing, but she used the posture she’d learned, and she let her hips swing forward as she moved, the way she did while trotting. It might have been the first time she felt completely confident on top.
The flexing and tightening of her backside as she moved was a no-no on the horse, but a yes-yes for her Daddy, who was already struggling to hold back just a little longer.
Between gritted teeth, he said, “Damn, girl. Should have signed you up for riding lessons sooner.” It was the last coherent thing he said, because just then she settled all the way down and began to circle her hips as she ground against him.
He sucked in a breath and then his hips were snapping up hard and fast. His hands grabbed her at the waist and held her there while he slammed up into her body. He cried out, or maybe she did, she couldn’t tell anymore.
All she knew was that another climax was on the way, and when she tightened her rippling core around his length, it pulled him over the edge with her. With a harsh shout and one last shuddering thrust, it was over—for the moment.
She fell forward, sprawled across his chest. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears and her breathing came in harsh pants that turned into shaky laughter after a minute. “That was amazing. Let’s do it again,” she said breathlessly.
Carter groaned. “Are you trying to kill me, sweetheart? I’m going to need a minute.” His arms wrapped around her, pinning her against him, and then he laughed too as he plucked a rose petal out of her hair.
Allegra wasn’t really ready for another round anyway. Her entire body was lit up. Every nerve ending seemed to be on fire. Even the air blowing across her damp skin was enough to make her shudder and twitch. Neither of them moved for a while.
When she finally forced herself to roll off of him, it was because the drying sweat was making their skin stick, and it was getting uncomfortable. “Shower?” she suggested.
He turned his head and cracked one eye to look at her. “I guess we both need one, but if we go together … you know what’ll happen.”
She did.
They went together anyway and after the hot spray brought back some of their energy, she got her round two.
It wasn’t as intense, though Carter slipping on the wet floor just as he came and almost falling through the glass door did add some unexpected excitement.
After that they decided it was safer in bed.