He gave a terse nod. “Done. It’ll be my pleasure.”
He dropped his hand to her lap and eased under her shirt, gliding up her tummy and leaving gooseflesh rising in its wake. He cupped her left breast through the lace. “Take care of the clasp.”
She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt and unclipped her bra. His hand swept the cups to the side and he quickly palmed a breast, giving her a gentle squeeze. “Damn, Sarah. I wanna see it.” He pinched the tip. “I wanna chew on this, suck it hard. See if I can make you come with just my mouth here.”
He twisted the tip and released it, and her breast hardened. She arched her back to press more fully against his hand, encouraging him silently to continue his caresses.
Under her shirt, he pulled his hand away and lightly slapped her nipple.
She gasped. “Why’d you do that?”
“What do you feel?”
“Like I want to slap you right back.”
“Where?”
She pictured it, kneeling in front of him, slapping his nipples then clamping her hands over them and squeezing his chest before leaning forward to nibble with her mouth.
“Tell me the truth. It turned you on—the thought of smacking me the same way.”
She didn’t want to say it. The tips of her breasts were painfully tight. She placed her hand over his still massaging her breast and tugged it lower, sinking her belly and making space, shoving it toward the opening of her pants. “That’s where I need to be touched.”
“No please?” But he didn’t make her wait. He pressed his hand against her lower abdomen and moved to cup her mound and then her folds, his thick middle digit sliding between and thrusting into her wetness.
She wriggled, making a little mewling sound as she settled deeper against his shoulder and closed her eyes tight. Her mouth fell open as she panted, so excited by his stroking, probing finger she was quivering.
“Damn, Sarah,” he sighed.
She clasped his wrist in both hands and curled her hips, taking him deeper.
“I can’t wait to fuck you. Wanna come now? Can you fuck my finger, Sarah? You’re so wet. Shit.” His finger sank, immersed in her juices.
“More,” she said. “Another finger, please.”
“Want ’em all?”
Her eyelids drifted open to find his gaze on her in the rear mirror. “Don’t think I can take that much. Not like this.”
“Let’s see what we can do. Shove those pants down past your knees, I want you spread.”
“This is crazy. We’ll both be arrested.”
“Only if you make me pull over and do you right now. Give me what I want…ma’am.”
Her breath huffed in a choked laugh, but she did as he asked, shoving her pants down, eager for his questing hand to return to her pussy.
When he cupped her between her legs, he tsked. “Shouldn’t have waited so long, bet you wet your jeans right through.”
Sarah didn’t care if he teased her. She was too desperate for him to enter her again. She parted her legs wider, leaned hard against his side and opened another button so she could lay open her blouse. If he glanced down, he’d see her breasts and what she was going to do to them.
While he fingered her, his gaze darted to her hands. She cupped her breasts and pulled on the nipples, stretching them and then twisting them. She’d discovered long ago in her own self-play that she liked a painful pinch and tug. There, anyway.
Her eyelids dipped again, and she rolled her head on his shoulder. “Please, Tommy.”
“I aim to please,” he growled, then thrust three fingers inside her, cupped together and so thick they satisfied her need to be filled.
Easing her belt just a little more, she dug her feet into the floorboard and began to pump shallowly, rocking as he swirled and thrust, his clever thumb rasping her burgeoning clit.
“You like that?”
“Don’t talk.”
He pulled his fingers free and slapped her pussy.
Her eyes shot open. “Do that again,” she said urgently.
She opened her legs wider and he smacked her, fingers cupped to deliver a dull pop. She whimpered and lifted her legs, jeans still clinging to her knees, but she needed to curl herself, get him to thrust his fingers deep inside her, mimic the way it would feel when he crawled on top of her and fucked her with her wrapped around his body. “Now, dammit. I fucking want to come now.”
He thrust three inside, reaching deep while she held her breath and strained, feeling the escalating tension and not wanting to let it break.
At last, with his thumb scraping her hard knot and his fingers making shallow pumping thuds, she came, the sound she uttered not pretty—a tearing, painful yowl that shocked her to stillness.
With his hand patting her pussy, his strong shoulder under her cheek, she rocked herself, thighs closing to hold him.
Her nose ran and she sniffed. Her tongue swept her upper lip to catch a tear. Glancing up to the mirror she found him watching her.
“Feel better now?” he asked, his voice gentle and soft. “Less cranky?”
Her lips twitched. “I feel…like I want more. But I can wait.”
“Better cover up or I’ll be tempted to find the first rest stop and have you right here on the seat.”
She blew out a deep breath and eased up to sit beside him, her hands making quick work of her clothing. When she was decent again, she gave him a stare. “I’ve never been that way with anyone.”
“What way is that, sweetheart?”
“Desperate.” She let her gaze drop. “I’ve only ever been that way with you. Like some hot-blooded floozy. I’m just not like that.”
“You are with me. That not tell you somethin’?”
She drew her brows together to give him a little scowl. “It tells me you’ve got skills.”
“And I’ve had years to get better at it, Sarah.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t want to hear about your women. Heard enough of the gossip over the years.”
Tommy grimaced. “Yeah, I wasn’t too choosy. Fucked any girl who wagged her tail at me. But all I wanted was you.”
“You got a strange way of showin’ it.”
“I’m a man. I was mad and hurt. Only way I could feel better about the fact I was lonely as hell was by fuckin’ someone. A lot of someones. Didn’t last longer than it took to roll off the condom, but it was something. I needed arms around me. A soft body under me.”
“I get it,” she said, a little too loudly. Now she felt foolish, like she’d let him see the fact she’d been jealous as word of every one of his conquests made its way back to her. She’d heard the sly whispers from the ladies at church.
She unclipped her belt and scooted down the bench.
“Don’t.” He raised his arm. “Come closer. I promise I’ll keep quiet. You can take a nap. Bet you need it.”
Her eyes did feel heavy and itchy, and, yes, the invitation to rest against his sturdy body was a delicious gift. If she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, they wouldn’t have to talk.
Pressing her lips together so she didn’t shout at him again, she clipped her belt and leaned back, letting him move his hand, belly to breast, in soft, soothing glides.
Chapter Four
At the hotel, she surprised him, not bothering with the ruse of two rooms, but getting keys for a single with a king-sized bed. Spots of warm color rode her cheeks, but she handled the arrangement with crisp professionalism.
It had been hours since she’d come apart riding his hand. She’d slept another two, her soft snores making him smile. He’d wondered whether she’d had a hard time sleeping the night before because she’d guessed he would be the one who accompanied her.
At the auction house, they’d unloaded the animals and handled the paperwork. Now they were back at their real destination, the hotel, the afternoon and evening looming.
“Are you hungry? Want lunch?” he asked. “We could hit a restaurant. Get a steak.”
“Fortification?”
He raised an eyebrow. “I do plan to expend some calories.”
“Might need two steaks,” she murmured.
He laughed, surprised she’d made a joke. “Room service then?”
Her warm-brown eyes were luminous and large. She gave him a slow nod, and he felt his cock jerk.
He’d been hard for hours. He just hoped he’d last long enough to bury himself inside her before he came. She’d have to get over the disappointment. He’d do his damndest to make it up to her.
Off the elevator, they walked swiftly, side-by-side to their door, not looking at each other. He held their bags. She fumbled with the magnetic card, sliding it in the lock.
The soft snick made his cock jump again, and Tommy gritted his teeth against his arousal, walking stiffly into the room behind her.
He tossed the bags to the floor. “Get your clothes off,” he said, his voice rough.
She didn’t face him, but he caught her curt nod. Her hands were already flipping open her belt.
They undressed in seconds and then stood still for several seconds more as they stared, gazes devouring the other’s body.
“Let your hair down,” he said, his voice gruff, and his cock lifting between his legs.
She reached back, tugged the band from her hair and then shook her hair around her shoulders. Thick, dark locks shivered around her head.
“Damn, Sarah. You’re so fuckin’ hot.” He groaned inwardly, wishing he could manage to think of something romantic to say, but his body was hard and his brain was seizing up right along with it. “Get on the bed. Hurry it up.”
“And you’re a sweet talker.”
“Want pretty words? Gonna have to wait until I come.”
“Hurting a little?”
“Been hard for hours.”
“I know,” she said, one corner of her mouth curling up.
“Witch.” He took a step toward her and her eyes widened, her chest lifting on a gasp.
The moment held as he recognized the hesitation for what it was. He grew still inside. “Stay there.” He walked to the bed, flipped the bedspread to the floor, arranged the pillows and then climbed onto the mattress. He stretched out his body, crossing his hands under his head. He could do this. Give her what she needed most. “I’m all yours. Whatever you want…ma’am.”
Sarah’s eyes filled. He’d done it so easily. Recognized her fear, even divining what she needed most from him at this crucial moment. Control. Not tie-me-down-and-spank-me control, but freedom to choose how this encounter would flow.
Staring down, she knew it wasn’t easy for him to hold still, to let her be the aggressor. His cock was red and full, rising from his groin. So straight and lovely, she felt her pussy contract as she imagined sliding right down his thick hard rod.
“Hold it up for me,” she said, kneeling on the edge of the mattress, sliding up one knee then the other and then crawling right between his spread legs.
He wrapped his large hand around his straining erection. The cap took on a purplish hue.
She halted the moment her wrists touched his inner thighs. “Pump it.”
He growled but complied, moving his hand slowly up and down his shaft while his jaw hardened and his nostrils flared.
There was a wildness in his eyes, a watchful clarity that made her whole body warm. Like a feral call to mate. Something so elemental she was helpless to resist.
She cupped her breasts and squeezed them, whimpering a little because the tips were engorged and sensitive to the touch. “I’ve imagined being here. In a bed. With you. I never imagined my mind would get stuck on the picture of you and not know what to do next.”
“You know.”
“I want it to be good for you.”
“Don’t think about the other women I’ve had, Sarah. You aren’t gonna disappoint me. It’s not possible. The fact you’re even here—”
“I want you to fuck me,” she blurted, cheeks heating. “But I don’t want to feel…trapped. I’m sure I’ll get…easier with this, but right now, I need…”
His palm continued to slowly stroke his cock. “To not to feel trapped. I get it. Trust me?” he asked, tenderness in his voice.
She nodded. “I always did.”
“I’m not so different now. I’m all grown up—a little bigger—and that has to cause you some alarm. But I’m the same man inside, Sarah. You’ll see. Come lie beside me.”
She climbed from between his legs and waited while he rolled to his side. Then she eased down beside him, facing him. His cock brushed her belly, and she closed her eyes briefly, liking the warm, soft touch, but her nerves were jangling with alarm.
“Look at me?”
She opened her eyes, her breath catching at his expression. Splotches of bright red rode the blades of his sharp-boned cheeks. His nostrils flared, no doubt catching a waft of her arousal. His pupils nearly devoured his slate-colored irises.
Inside her, the tension transformed from something wary and tight to something lush and sensual. She dipped her knee, which stretched her hip and deepened the indent of her waist, presenting a sexier picture, she was sure, when his gaze swept her curves.
Unwilling to wait for him to make the first move, she plumped her breast, rubbing her thumb over the beaded tip, her eyelids dipping for a second at the sweet curling heat her own touch aroused.
Everything slowed. Her breaths, which grew loud in her ears. Her heartbeats, which thudded against her temple and chest wall. Her pussy clenched, making a lewd, slippery sound, which he didn’t miss.
His mouth curved. “You said you wanted to fuck.”
“I do. But could we start, face-to-face, like this?”
Smiling softly, Tommy scooted closer until the air between them warmed. He curled his hand over the one still caressing her breast. “Mine,” he whispered. And then he scooted down, cupping her hip while his mouth rooted at her nipple.
Sarah gripped his hair with both hands and forced him closer. The lips latching around her were sucking so hard she felt the strong pulls all the way to her pussy.
He slipped a hand between her thighs, and she raised one, slowly sliding it over his torso to open herself to his touch. Fingers sought her entrance, swirled around the opening and then sank inside. Two. Not enough to stretch her, but enough to coax more fluid down her rippling channel.
His mouth released her nipple and he slicked his tongue between her breasts, up over her collarbone and under her chin. She bent her head to meet his kiss, sealing her mouth over his, suctioning softly as he slipped his tongue inside to push against the tip of hers. Suddenly desperate, she sucked his tongue inside, pulling hard, wrapping her thigh around him to bring him closer.
Tommy drew back and kissed the front of her shoulder, encircling an arm around her waist to enfold her. “You’re as hot as a firecracker, Sarah Colby.”
She liked the rasping quality of his voice. Liked the heat of his skin against hers. His fingers continued to play inside her vagina, thrusting and circling, his thumb brushing her clit now and then—a tease that had her toes curling.
“If I ask, will you give me what I want?” she asked, her voice deepening with emotion.
“Anything.”
Her hands cupped the sides of his face. “Come inside me,” she whispered. “Now.”
He scooted up her body, a hand on her hip, an arm slipping beneath her to wrap around her back. They lay side-by-side, and she was content inside his embrace, sheltered, protected. So much more intimate an act than she’d ever experienced lying beneath her husband with him rutting and pounding inside her.
Tommy’s hand slipped to her thigh, and he urged it over his hip, bringing her closer until his cock was right there, the length pressed between her labia and riding the crest of her mound. He was so large, so heavy…
“Please, Tommy,” she groaned.
He drew a short, sharp breath. “Dammit.”
Her gaze sharpened on him. “Problem?”
“You’re so fucking hot I almost forgot protection.” He slid a hand beneath a pillow and pulled out a plastic packet.
“Are you a magician?” she teased, watching as he leaned away to roll the condom down his shaft.
“Put it under there when I flipped back the coverlet. Didn’t wanna kill the moment by making a big production. And I wanted to feel you, skin-to-skin before I cloaked.”
“If you weren’t such a ladies’ man, I’d tell you not to bother.”
“I’ll keep you safe, Sarah. Always.” He smoothed the latex down and raised his gaze to hers. “Now come here.”
She drew a deep breath. “Where did we leave off?”
The barest of smiles tipped up the corners of his lips. “You were beggin’ me.”
“Was I?” she said, touching her tongue to her upper lip.
He picked up the hand she’d laid on his chest and pushed it down between their bodies until he wrapped her fingers around his cock. “It’s yours if you want it bad enough.”
Sarah skimmed his length through the latex, wishing she was feeling his skin directly. Her hands weren’t small, but her fingertips didn’t meet when she enclosed him. Good Lord, he was going to fill her up. “You’re a big boy,” she murmured.
Tommy grunted, another small smile curving his mouth. “You’ve told me that before.”
Startled, she blinked and met his smoldering gaze. “I did, didn’t I? You were hosing off behind the barn after you’d cleaned out the stalls.”
“I knew you were watchin’.”
“You shoved down your jeans, stripped yourself raw and then faced me, your eyes closed while all that water streamed down your chest.” She gave his cock a pump. “My mouth filled with drool. I’d never seen anyone so well made. Every part of you.” She released his cock and slipped her hand lower, cupping his balls. “I don’t know how you stuff these into snug jeans.” And she wasn’t joking. His balls were large, heavy. She could already imagine how they’d feel banging against her once she got the nerve up to let him take her from behind.
“When I opened my eyes, you ran back into the barn.”
“Because I shouldn’t have been watching. Anyone might have caught us. It was wrong.”
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