Chapter 66 #2
"At the arena," he clarified. "Just friends? Flirty like we always are? Should I keep my distance? What's the plan here, Cody?"
"Flirty," I decided.
He nodded, and started unbuttoning his shirt. "I can do that." And he yanked it open.
His chest was completely hairless and so fucking ripped.
The skin was golden, not pale like most men stuck in a shirt all day.
And as he threw that on the floor, I realized there was a single dark trail of hair from his belly button down into his jeans that was at least two shades darker than the color on his head.
"Oh, keep going," I told him.
He grinned, then used one foot to pull off the opposite boot. "Only if you give me a show as good as you're getting, cowgirl."
"Is that a dare?" I asked with mock-surprise.
"Mhm," he agreed.
So I opened the top button of my shirt and pulled both it and my pink tank over my head. All that left was my bra. Sadly, it wasn't a sexy one. This was the sort that kept my boobs from getting thrown around on a bull. Jake still looked, and he didn't seem to have a problem with it at all.
"Boots," he reminded me.
While working on getting those off, I tipped my head at him. "Belt."
He popped the buckle open, but didn't slide the thing out of his jeans. He did, however, open the top button of those slowly. But when my second boot hit the ground, he stopped playing around and moved in.
"Fuck, you drive me crazy in the best way," he growled as his hands found my waist. He lifted and dropped me onto the bed.
I grabbed his bicep, carrying him down with me and pulling his mouth to mine.
We kissed like there wasn't enough time to get it all in, like any second this would have to end, and I loved the rush of it.
When he lifted up to undo my belt and jeans, I helped.
When he pulled them off, I lifted my ass, not caring that he'd taken my panties too.
And when he pushed at his own jeans, I arched my back to get my bra off, pulling that over my head.
"Wow," he breathed.
Then his mouth was on my breast. My fingers were in his hair. I pressed into the teasing of his tongue and lips. He writhed to get his jeans off. In the middle of that, we both fumbled to get our socks as well, and then it was just us, skin to skin, and no reason not to do this.
So one more time, I pushed, rolling him over me and onto his back. Those dimples appeared again, but he stopped me before I could straddle him.
"Cody, if you want me down here, then you need to check the front pocket of my jeans."
"For?"
"Condom," he said, gesturing subtly in that direction with one finger.
Yeah. Good idea. I'd forgotten about that, but he hadn't. Oddly, that made me like this guy even more.
I found the packet easily, then tossed it over.
Jake scooted up toward the pillows as he ripped open one of the foil packets, but I was already crawling that way.
This time, when I tried to straddle him, he didn't stop me, but I was over his thighs, because his hands were busy rolling the latex onto his dick.
His very nice, thick, and incredibly hard dick.
"I think I'll worry about foreplay next time," he said when he removed his hands. "Because I'm not dumb enough to keep you waiting."
"Good." And I shifted, lowered myself down, and sank onto him.
Yeah, that felt different. Not better or worse, just not like J.D. or Tanner. It was new, and nice because of that, and as my body stretched around him, I decided I liked being a little bit bad. This? It felt right. It felt like a little bit of conquest.
It felt like I was finally taking exactly what I deserved, so I began to rock. He let me, holding my waist, but just as I found a rhythm I liked, Jake decided to buck, driving himself into me. Oh, and that was good!
"More!" I demanded, fucking him a little harder.
And he matched me, thrust for thrust. When the bed began to squeak, I wondered if the guys could hear, then decided I didn't care. I was being bad. I was acting wild. I was doing exactly what every cowboy had done on the Tough Enough tour for years now.
Just as I started to breathe harder, he reached up, pressing his hand between my breasts to lean me back.
His other found my clit and began to rub, matching our movements.
No words were shared, but none were needed.
This? It was pure lust tempered with a little bit of trust, and I leaned into that feeling.
Because he felt so fucking good. My hand landed on his washboard abs, loving the feel of them flexing. The sight of his biceps bulging as he worked me was sexy as sin, and those eyes? Those cool, concrete eyes watching me so intently?
They felt like an endless sky I could get lost in, so I closed my own, letting the pleasure of his body take over. I wanted to cry out, but wouldn't. I could feel my body trembling, knowing I was so damned close, and then it hit.
My legs clamped down on his sides, my back arched, and that cry finally broke free, filling the room. Beneath me, Jake groaned, doing nothing to hold it back, and we came together. Hard, bucking in time with the spasms of euphoria.
And then I toppled forward, completely spent.
Jake's arm immediately wrapped around my back, holding me to his chest as he panted. Gently, his fingers made lazy circles against my skin until he sighed, proving he'd caught his breath.
"Gonna kick me out now?" he asked. "Or do I get to stay the night?"
"Get rid of that condom and let me cuddle, and you can stay," I decided.
"Good," he whispered, using his other hand to lift my face. "Because I didn't come home with you for a fuck, Cody."
"No?"
"No," he assured me. "I find I keep following you, unable to help myself, because I just can't stay away."
Then he eased me off him, got up, and headed to the bathroom. I watched his ass flex as he walked, repeating that over and over. I wasn't sure what it meant, and I got the feeling he didn't know either.
But I liked how it made me feel.