She’d come while biting her lip and being entirely silent. Another habit she’d picked up from good ol’ Allan? He didn’t want that. He wanted her screaming his name to the stars. So he continued to rub, enjoying that her body trembled with an aftershock as he stroked her fingers over her sensitive cl*t again. Her hand tried to pull away, but he kept it there, and rubbed again. Again, another aftershock trembled through her. Beth Ann’s eyes opened, and she gave him a dazed look of surprise, and he leaned in and kissed her hard, possessively, even as he continued to rub her clit. This time he went straight for the small, circling motions she seemed to like. Her h*ps tilted in response and she moaned softly.
That was better. “Keep rubbing yourself, darlin’.”
“But, Colt…I—”
“Came. I know.” He kissed her again to silence her protest, and continued to rub. She squirmed a little under him. “You can do it again for me. Keep rubbing.”
Her fingers twitched, and then she took up the rubbing again, her gaze flicking over him with hot need. He liked that she watched him while she rubbed herself, as if she was thinking about how he’d feel deep inside her. And f**k if he wasn’t thinking about that now, too.
“Keep rubbing,” he rasped. His hand slid away from hers and his fingers trailed down the slick valley of her p**sy, to where she was silky and damp with need. Her sharp little breaths jerked as he rubbed his finger against the opening of her sex, teasing her. She was so wet and hot underneath him. He slid a finger in, and was surprised to find her tighter than he’d thought. Had she not had sex in a long time? Oddly enough, that pleased him. He stroked his finger deep inside her and was rewarded with her little gasp. With his next stroke, he added another finger and then another, stretching her. His c*ck was thick, and he didn’t want to hurt her.
He felt a tremor pulse through her legs, her p**sy. “Colt,” she gasped. “I’m going to—”
He thrust his fingers inside her again, hard, and she gave a small, broken moan in response, her hand trembling over her clit. The tremor rocked through her body and he knew she’d come again. The moan had been an improvement, at least. Her hand slowed, her fingers toying with her gleaming, wet flesh. He leaned down to taste the slickness and she moaned anew at the feel of his mouth and tongue flicking against her fingertips, her p**sy. She was delicious and so, so wet.
“Keep rubbing,” he told her.
Her small moan sounded like a protest. He slid his fingers from her body, reached for the condoms and tore one off. He ripped it open and rolled it down the length of his cock, noticing that her gaze followed his movements, suddenly hungry again. Her fingers began to circle once more, her eyes avid as she watched him. As he looked down at her, she licked her lips, and the sight of that pink tongue drove him insane with need. He grabbed her by the waist and hauled her up against him, pulled her in for a searing, hot kiss. She kissed him back, and her hand slid away.
“No,” he said softly. “Keep touching yourself.”
“But—” The look she gave him was clouded with desire and confusion.
“Turn around,” he said. “On your knees. Cheek on the ground. And keep touching yourself.”
She trembled at that, but obeyed. His hands slid over her beautiful, soft skin as she turned, presenting him with a full, lush ass. He couldn’t resist the urge and lightly slapped one full buttock. She jumped.
“Still touching yourself?” He slid a hand to her damp sex, feeling for her fingers, and was pleased to notice that she was.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
“Good,” he murmured. His fingers moved over the small of her back—fuckin’ beautiful, that little spot of flesh—and gently pushed her downward. “You ready, darlin’?”
As he watched, she nodded and pressed her cheek to the rain slicker. Her entire body quivered, and she was biting her lip again.
He moved behind her and with his knee, gently nudged her own apart. “I can’t see your face this way, darlin’. You’re going to have to tell me if it’s good or not, okay? We won’t go on until it’s good for you.”
“O-okay,” she breathed, and shifted a little, parting her legs even more for him. Good girl.
His hands rested on her ass for a moment—so sweet and plump. Damn, she had a nice ass. Even though his c*ck was killing him and he wanted nothing more in the world than to sink it deep inside her, he forced himself to stop, stroking the smooth flesh of her buttocks. So damn lovely. She liked that, too, judging by the soft little sound of pleasure that came from her throat. He ran one hand down her spine. “You still touching yourself, darlin’?”
“Yes,” she said, and the sound came out as a half-breathless sob. Her h*ps rolled a little at the response, as if seeking his cock. His hand went to the base of his shaft and he guided the head against her wet, waiting heat. Her entrance was slick and so hot that he nearly came right then. His fingers clenched against her ass. Her h*ps did that little roll again and she moaned.
He stopped.
“Colt, please,” she said in a low voice.
“Tell me what you need, Beth Ann.” It was sheer torture not sinking deep inside her, but he wanted to hear her voice. Wanted to know that she was with him all the way. So he nudged the crown of his c*ck against her tight opening and waited.
She wiggled below him, another moan rising from her throat. “Please…”
He tapped a hand lightly on her ass. “Tell me.”
“Push,” she panted. “Push deep.”
He pushed in, groaning low in his own throat as her tight warmth threatened to suck him deeper. One nice, hard thrust and he’d be seated to the hilt inside her, her p**sy so tight and hot around him. Fuck. Why was he torturing her—and himself—with this?
“Deeper, Colt,” she moaned, reminding him. Ah, yes. There was nothing f**king sweeter than her moaning his name. And since she’d asked so damn nicely, he pushed deeper, until he was about halfway in. His teeth were gritted with restraint, and he gave her a shallow thrust, only to feel her entire p**sy spasm around him. And oh fuck, that felt so good that his eyes nearly rolled back in his head.
“Deeper, Colt,” she panted. “Oh please…deep…hard…”
“Still touching yourself?”
“Y-yes,” she sobbed. “Oh, Colt…”
“What is it?” he asked, thrusting shallowly again, torturing her with only a taste of what he could give her. “Tell me what you need.”
“Colt, please.” Her voice quivered and then a moment later, she said, “I need you in me.”
He growled and slammed deep into her, pushing all the way in, hard. His breath exited his throat in a hiss. Goddamn. She felt amazing. Her p**sy clenched around him like a hot little fist, squeezing his cock. She was incredibly tight. “Like that, darlin’?”
She gasped, inhaling sharply.
He froze, worried he’d hurt her. She was so tight.
“Again,” she moaned. “Again, Colt. Please!”
His hands dug into the flesh of her soft h*ps and he growled low in his throat, thrusting hard once more. She felt so good he wanted to keep thrusting and thrusting until he filled her up. Pound into her until she was seeing stars, blissed out of her mind.
She cried out again, and this time he realized she was calling out his name.
And f**k if that didn’t cause him to nearly lose it. He slammed into her, over and over again. Thrusting hard. Pounding into her.
And she kept repeating his name, her voice broken and gasping, every word moaned almost incoherently. And she didn’t stop moaning. “Again, Colt. Again. Oh God, again.”
As if he was ever f**king stopping. He thrust into her, his entire body moving with the force of each pumping thrust, and he watched her h*ps rising to meet his thrusts, her blond hair spread out on the rain slicker, her eyes squeezed shut as she moaned, and she still rubbed and rubbed between her hips, even as he thrust into her. So he thrust harder, and faster, because he wanted to f**k her until she couldn’t do anything but yell his name.
And then she screamed. Her p**sy clenched around him, milking him tight, and her entire body shuddered. Her h*ps jerked—she was coming. And she was screaming.
And it was the hottest f**king thing he’d ever heard. His own orgasm roared through him. His c*ck jerked deep inside her and he bit out her name as he came, his release pouring forth with a rush. He ground his h*ps into her plush ass as he came, letting the wave of sensation carry him.
Damn.
That had been intense. Amazing. Mind-blowingly hot. He ran a hand over her ass one last time, and then slipped out of her, turning away to roll off the condom and toss it into the fire. When he turned back to look at her, she was still in the same place, sprawled, her ass in the air, as if she didn’t have the energy to move.
He chuckled at that. He’d f**ked her into a stupor. He liked that. Colt lay down beside her and pulled her against him, and she snuggled close, still breathing as hard as he was.
“You okay?” he asked, panting. He ran a hand down his chest. He was all sweaty. Too bad there wasn’t a shower—or a river nearby. Of course, he couldn’t take her to the damn river. She’d know he’d been lying to her, and then he’d have some serious explaining to do.
“I think I died just then,” she said in an exhausted voice. “Died and all my bones turned to water.”
He leaned in and kissed her temple. “You’re welcome.”
She thumped his chest lightly, seeming to recover a little. “You’re so arrogant.”
“Of course I am,” he said, just a bit smug as his hand ran over her ass and cupped one cheek, tugging her even closer to him. Her skin, even sweaty, was as silky as the rest of her. He wanted all of it against him. “You were screaming my name just a minute ago and calling me your ‘sweet lord.’ It’s enough to bolster any man’s ego.”
“Oh lord,” she said, burying her face against him.
“There you go again.”
“I’m so sorry,” she said, cupping a hand over her mouth. “I didn’t realize I was being so loud. I tried to stay quiet.”
“Quiet’s for nuns. If I want you to be silent, I’ll give you something big and hard to shove into your mouth.”
She laughed and thumped him again. “You’re terrible.”
“I know.” He wouldn’t mind seeing how much noise she made with his dick in her mouth anyhow. Maybe tomorrow, if she was amenable. He certainly was, and he’d be more than willing to reciprocate. “So,” he said, running a hand up and down her bare arm. “As one-night stands go, how’d that do?”
“It pretty much rocked my world,” she said dreamily.
Fuckin’ right it did.
Her hand slid to his stomach and stole to his side, and then he felt her fingers dance along his ass. “Night’s not over yet, though.”
“We seem to be on the same page, darlin’,” he said with a grin.