Chapter 25 #2
Running his thumb through my flesh, he rubs hard circles around my clit before pinching it slightly.
I’m already panting and he watches every moan, every movement.
Rubbing a little harder, then a little slower, then a pinch, then harder again, studying me, gathering information.
Leaning forward between my thighs, he looks up at me, making eye contact across my body, his jaw works and a little bit of saliva drips down his chin and drops onto my pubic bone, and I swear it’s the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life.
I try to grab him, to bring him to me, to force him to go faster but he doesn’t let me win.
“Please, Cash, please. Fuck me. I want to come,” I mewl, sounding desperate.
“I don’t have to fuck you to make you come, Hurricane.” He inhales deeply and smears the spit across my clit before beginning to rub it exactly the way I want him to, as though I showed him myself what I like.
I guess that’s what all the studying was for.
Hooking two fingers inside me while his thumb circles, he rubs behind my pubic bone until he hits a spot sending fireworks through me, stars exploding behind my eyes, back bowing.
He lets out a satisfied whine before pressing down on my stomach from the other side, pressing from both sides.
I pant, I keen, I yell, I moan, and I lose control.
My thighs begin shaking as the man kneeling between them watches me, happiness written in every line of his body.
“I’m—I have to—Cash I don’t—” Then I fall. I dive headfirst off a cliff as I hear a moan, and I realize I’m lying in a puddle. A large puddle. The shockwaves of my orgasm continue to shudder through me as I register the embarrassment of what happened.
“Cash, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” I look at him, his hand dripping, his lap wet. “Oh God.” I cover my face. My cheeks are flaming, the blood hot under my skin.
His hands pull my arms away. “Hurricane, you think for one second that wasn’t the hottest fucking thing? That’s exactly what I was trying to do. I wanted to see if you could, and you did. You’re so perfect, baby, I can’t even explain it.”
Laying on top of me, he kisses me deeply, nestled between my legs, his cock pressing against me. If I shift, just slightly, he will slip inside of me, where I am begging him to be. So, I do. As soon as his head slides inside, he hisses through his teeth and throws his head back.
“Baby, don’t move, please. Let me just feel you against me, for a second.
Fuck.” He shakes a little with the effort.
Sitting back up, he slips out of me. I watch, rapt, as he strokes himself a few times, the curved bar through the tip of his cock glinting in the sun.
Picking up the foil packet, he tears it open, slipping it over his head and rolling it down. “You ready?”
“Yes, Cash. I’m ready.” I can barely breathe before he shoves inside me, all the way to his pelvic bone.
He is completely seated inside me in one smooth movement and my breath whooshes out of me.
I wince at the intrusion and the fullness, and he doesn’t move, his neck muscles straining and his arms shaking.
“You okay?” he asks, peering at me through his lashes, his breathing labored and panting.
“Yes.”
“I’m going to move now.” He begins to pound into me, forcing through all my resistance and barriers, both my body and my heart.
His face red with concentration, the sweat I feel gathering in the ditch of his spine is slippery in the sun beating down.
I’m enraptured by the way he just has his hand laying possessively on my neck, as he fills me over and over.
He kisses and bites everywhere. I’m fairly certain there will be bruises and hickeys peppering my neck and breasts later.
Leaning up, he grips my hips in a punishing hold, fucking me hard and fast before slowing down and rubbing my clit softly, teasingly, before repeating his rough, hard thrusts. Then soft and slow. Then hard and fast. I’m overwhelmed by the sensations flooding me.
Spreading his thighs so mine are laying on them, he lifts me until I’m almost in his lap.
He places one hand on my hip and the other flat on my stomach and we move slowly together, as he increases the pressure harder and harder until I can feel what he’s doing.
He’s pressing against himself moving inside me.
Pressing that secret spot inside me against the ridge of his cock, over and over, as his barbell slides against the sensitive skin.
Moaning, I fist the blanket as he sets a consistent pace.
My moans grow until I am just panting, my mouth open, no sound left.
It builds and builds, low in my belly, as he pushes and thrusts, pushes and thrusts.
I feel pressure and the pleasure begins to flow through me like pulsing energy until he pushes me over the edge, and I come all over him.
Both of us are completely soaked, covered in me.
He has the most ethereal look of complete happiness and gratification on his face. He pulls out of me, making me whimper, grabs my hips and flips me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up.
“Fuck, baby, look at this ass,” he tells me as he bites me hard, causing me to cry out.
He follows it with a chuckle before he slams into me again, pushing me forward, his strong hands holding onto me so I don’t fall.
He fucks me hard, his piercing rubbing over and over against the front wall of my pussy, the slick wetness making us slippery, sweat clinging to us.
I bow my back and pant as he thrusts, his movements erratic and unsteady, his breathing labored.
One hand holds my hip, the other grabbing the back of my neck.
He presses me down onto the blanket, his hand keeping me in place.
Holding me tight, he slams into me, pressing so hard into me I feel him everywhere.
I cry out in pleasure, coming around him, my muscles spasming as he shutters against my back, fucking me roughly.
My body is trapped between him and the blanket, before he falls across my back, moaning out a long ‘fuck’ and digging his teeth into my shoulder.
We lay there for a few minutes, his arms around me, our breathing adding to the music of the day. The horses have wandered a bit from us but not far enough they are out of sight.
“Want to rinse off in the creek? It’ll be cold but...” he trails off, moving off of me.
“Sure,” I say as I stand. I want to cover myself now that things aren’t sexual.
“Don’t,” he commands as if he can read my mind.
“If you want to cover up because you’re cold, or even shy, then go ahead.
But don’t do it because you think I don’t want to see you.
If it was up to me, I would keep you naked and wanting, every minute of the day.
” He pulls me against him and kisses my head before lightly smacking my ass.
“We will get to spanking, next time.” Looking up at the sun, he sighs. “Shit, Hurricane, we gotta get back. I need to shower and get to the arena. Not that I don’t want to bring your smell with me all day,” I crinkle my nose, and he laughs, “but the bulls would not respond well.”