Chapter 14 #2
“You might have unlocked a new kink for me, Baylor,” I whisper, nipping at her earlobe.
“You think?” she asks, her voice giving away how turned on she is.
“Mm-hmm,” I say, my hand sliding beneath her sweatshirt, resting on her belly. Her skin is so fucking soft.
She rocks her hips, and it pulls a groan out of me that I should be embarrassed about, but I couldn’t give a single fuck who knows what this woman in my arms does to me.
“Mac—” she breathes.
I can’t take it. I need to feel whether this ride affected her the way it affected me. I slide my fingers beneath the waistband of her leggings and pause.
“Don’t stop,” she demands, and that’s the green light I was hoping for.
I continue, meeting the band of her panties, silk from the feel of them beneath my fingers, and keep moving until I find her pussy. She’s soaked. “Is this for me?” I ask her, trailing more kisses down her neck.
“You,” she pants.
I trace my way through her folds. The silkiness of her desire coats my fingers, and I’m dying to feel that same wetness, along with her tight heat wrapped around my cock. Instead, I settle for gently rotating the pad of my thumb against her clit, causing her hips to jerk.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper as I slide one long digit inside her. “Fuck, your pussy feels so good, Bay. So good.” I add another finger, and she grips my forearms. Not to get me to stop, just to hold on.
“Ma—Macklin.” She gasps. “I need more.”
“Tell me, baby. You know I’ll give you whatever you want. Tell me what you need, and it’s yours.”
“You. Inside me.”
“I am inside you,” I tell her, and to provide further evidence, not that I need it, I curl my fingers just slightly, and that earns me a deep moan. “See,” I say, cocky as ever, because there is nothing better than knowing she’s feeling this kind of pleasure because of me.
“Your cock,” she rasps.
“Done.” I slowly pull my fingers away and my hand out of her pants before bringing my fingers to my mouth to lick them clean.
Her head is turned, watching my every move over her shoulder.
“Best thing I’ve had all day,” I tell her, and her eyes sparkle with understanding.
I’d take her as my snack over a cookie any day.
“I’ve got you. I’m not going to let you fall. I need you to swing your legs, both to one side, and then turn to face me.”
“But I thought—” she starts, but I place my hand, the one that was just inside her, over her mouth.
“You asked for my cock, baby, and that’s what you’ll get. But we’re doing it my way. I’m fucking you on my bull, Baylor. Now, be a good girl, and turn for me.” She does as I ask, sliding her legs to one side, then one leg over the other, so that she’s straddling the bull backward.
Reaching out, I run my fingers over the seam of her leggings, right over her pussy that I know is dripping wet for me. “How attached to these are we?” I ask her.
Her body shudders. “I have ten pairs just like them,” she answers.
“Doesn’t matter, I’ll buy you a new pair,” I tell her as I grip the fabric on either side and tear.
She gasps, then begins to laugh hysterically. “You did not just rip my leggings.”
“They were in my way.”
“I could have gotten down and taken them off,” she says, her smile lighting her eyes.
“Nah, where’s the fun in that?” I smirk. Reaching down, I lift my hips and pull down my sweats and my boxer briefs, and my cock springs free, begging for relief. I pick up the remote that I tossed after our ride and place it on the back of the bull. We’re going to need that.
“I want these off,” she says, tugging at my sweats.
“Okay.” She gets what she wants. “You stay put.” I scoot back and hop off the back end of the bull, kick off my shoes, my sweats, and my underwear, leaving me fully naked.
“Mine, too,” she says, already turned sideways on the bull.
I make quick work of her boots, tug her torn leggings and her drenched panties over her thighs and down her legs, then toss them to the floor before jumping back onto the bull.
Baylor’s already stripped out of her shirt, and I reach around her to unclasp her bra, not caring where it lands when I toss it.
“You’re my every fantasy come to life. Look at my sexy girl on the back of my bull,” I say, placing my hands on her waist and pulling her onto my lap. My cock is nestled against her wet pussy, and I don’t bother to hide my groan.
Baylor locks her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. Then she leans in and kisses me. My hands are everywhere, touching every piece of her that I can reach, memorizing every curve of her body.
Reaching behind me, I grip the remote in my hand. “Your move, Bay,” I tell her.
She bites down on her lip. “I’m still not taking anything. Birth control, I mean.”
“I can get dressed and run in the house, but I don’t have a condom out here.” I have a brand-new box in my nightstand. I bought them after our last time, just in case. I didn’t think to bring any out here. I would have had I known she was stopping by, just to be prepared.
“I don’t want you to leave,” she confesses softly.
“Tell me what you want, Baylor. Anything,” I promise her.
“You can just pull out, right?”
“Baby, that didn’t work so well for us last time,” I remind her.
“I know.”
There’s something in the way her reply rolls off her tongue, almost hopeful, and damn, does that hit me in my feels. I can see it in her eyes. She wants this. She wants us, but she’s still holding back.
“I’ll do whatever you want. We stop, we move inside, I’ll go grab a condom, and will be right back, or—” I stop, not needing to say the other option.
“That one.” She nods. “The last one.”
I nod, and her shoulders relax. “This is your ride, baby. Show me what you can do, cowgirl,” I tease. She reaches between us, grips my cock, and guides me inside her. I hiss out a breath because being inside this woman with nothing between us is life-altering.
When I finally get my bearings, I get my dick under control so I’m not finishing this ride in eight seconds. I hit the button on the remote, and the bull starts to dip. When the bull moves back up, my cock slips deeper.
“Oh,” she moans, and I toss the remote.
I need my hands on her. I grip her hips to hold her steady. Her legs are clamped around my waist, her nails digging into my shoulders where her hands are resting, and her tits are bouncing with every dip and turn of the bull.
And me? Well, I’m enjoying the ride. “Look at you, riding your cowboy like a pro.”
“Mac.” She half laughs, half scolds.
“So sexy, baby. Your pussy is squeezing my cock.” Her pussy flutters again at my words, and I need her there because I don’t know how much longer I can hang on. Baylor wrapped around my cock bare is intense. Baylor wrapped around my cock bare, on the back of my bull, and I’m close to game over.
“Are you going to come for me, baby? Are you going to soak my cock?”
“Mac!” she screams as her orgasm crashes over her. Her body shakes with the intensity, and I pull her into my chest, smashing her body against mine as I let go inside her. The bull is still dipping and turning, but we might as well be standing still because all I see is her.
This woman, she’s my everything, and she just gave me the hottest fucking night of my life. I’ll never forget this moment. All of my moments with Baylor are special, but this one was… fuck, this one is everything.
I want to tell her what she means to me, but I can’t.
Not yet. Not after we just fucked on the back of my mechanical bull.
I need her to understand it’s not the sex talking, but my heart, so now is not the time, but that’s okay.
There will be another moment, one where my cock isn’t nestled deep inside her, when I can confess those three little words.
“We should stop the bull,” she says, lifting her head from where it was buried in my neck.
“I tossed the remote.” I nod to where it’s lying on the floor with our clothes, and she laughs.
Then she looks me square in the eye and says, “Bull riding might be my new favorite hobby.”
I toss my head back in laughter. This woman has no idea what she does to me, but she will. Soon.