He rolled her nipple against his tongue again, thrust even harder with his fingers. He could feel the quivers moving up her legs, a sign that she was close to the edge.
Very carefully, he slid his fingers out of her lovely body. She gave a whimper of distress, rocking her h*ps even though there was nothing to buck them against now.
She kissed him then, hard, desperate. He picked her up and took her to the bed across the room, laid her down.
She leaned up and kissed him as he did. “It’s in my purse.”
“I’ll get a condom, too.”
She kissed him again. “I’m on the pill.”
He stopped. Stared. “You sure?”
“I’m sure.”
He kissed her hard, unable to describe what he was feeling. That she trusted him so much. Wanted him so badly that she wanted him bare…it did strange things to his insides.
He wasn’t going to think about that right now, though. He moved across the room to find her purse, stripping off his briefs. A moment later, he returned with the lube. She’d rolled onto her stomach already, anticipating his return. Her knees rested on the edge of the bed, slightly spread, her cheek pressed to the mattress. Her beautiful ass was up in the air, her p**sy parted and spread wide. He watched her fingers twitch, as if she was dying to touch herself and wouldn’t until she had his permission.
“This is beautiful,” he said, running a hand up her soft thigh. “Everything about you, so f**king gorgeous.”
She gave a small sigh of pleasure, as if utterly content.
He didn’t want her content. He wanted her wild with need. He flipped the cap off the lube with one hand, and slid his fingers back to her p**sy again. He searched for her cl*t in the slick wetness, found it, and rubbed.
Instantly, her body tightened and she moaned. Her hands fisted in the sheets. “Colt,” she whimpered. “Oh God. I need you. Need your c*ck deep inside me.”
Nothing was hotter than his proper Beth Ann dirty talking back to him. He leaned over the cleft of her ass, and, still stroking her cl*t as she moaned, dribbled lube down the cleft. When he felt the tremor in her thighs again, he pulled his hand away, hearing her disappointed groan. He put a bit of lube on his hand, and stroked his cock. Fuck, he was hard. Hard and she was going to be incredibly tight. He had to go slow. Make it good for her.
He pulled her h*ps back against him. The head of his cock, now slick with pr**um and lube, brushed against her ass. He pushed the head there, getting her used to the feel of him there. When she bucked back against him with a moan, he pulled away and spread her ass cheeks. With a finger, he circled through the slick lube, rubbing against the small opening. She cried out his name again, and butted against his finger, as if trying to take him deep. He pushed it inside her, felt her sharp intake of breath. She stilled on the bed, and then rolled her h*ps under him again a moment later. “More.”
That softly breathed word was all the encouragement he needed. He stroked his finger deep into her ass once, twice, flexing his fingers as he thrust. She shuddered with every stroke, her fingers flexing and clenching in the sheets. Then, slowly, he added a second lubed finger, and she whimpered, but began to flex her h*ps up to meet his strokes. He stretched his fingers wide, stretching her slowly. His c*ck was so hard with need he could feel the pr**um beading on the head. Any moment now, he was going to throw her down on this bed, ram his c*ck deep inside her, and f**k her until he came. But he couldn’t do that. Had to make this good for her. Needed to.
With a ragged breath, he added a third finger, and began to stroke deep inside her. She whimpered with every press, her eyes squeezed shut. But when he stopped, she moaned. “More. Please Colt. I need you.”
“You ready, darlin’? It might feel a little intense at first. You tell me if you want to stop.”
She nodded, bit her lip, and her h*ps flexed under him. He slid his fingers out of her ass, placed the head of his c*ck at that perfect, tight spot. He was so hard with need.
And he pushed, just a little. Pushed a little more. His hands, slick with lube, pinned her h*ps in place. He butted his c*ck against her tight opening, and when she bucked back, he surged forward. Just a little, forcing his way into her tight channel.
The moment he pushed the head of his c*ck into her ass, he heard her breath suck in sharply.
He froze. Stroked a hand over her ass. Didn’t move an inch. “Beth Ann?”
“Tight,” she whimpered. “Very tight.”
And he’d only shoved the tip in. Need poured through him, and sweat beaded on his brow. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He couldn’t move until she gave the okay.
She flexed her h*ps a little. Gasped. “You’re so big.”
“I know, darlin’,” he whispered. “You want me to stop?”
“No,” she said, but her breath was ragged, her body tense.
Goddamn it, he was getting all tense. Push deeper, or pull out? He had to make it good for her again. He pushed a little deeper, testing her.
Another sharply inhaled breath, but no indications of pain. Good. He pushed in a little deeper, then a little more, his teeth gritted. God, she was tight as a fist, clenching around him. Her ass was gripping him like a vise, and it felt exquisite. But judging from her silence under him, it wasn’t feeling exquisite for her.
He pushed in a little more—more than halfway now—and reached under her hips, searching for her clit. Found it, and rubbed gently.
Her sucked in breath told him that she liked that. He rubbed a little more, patient, even though his c*ck was throbbing, and he wanted nothing more than to sink deep and start f**king the hell out of her.
But patiently, he rubbed. And felt the slightest little shift of her hips. Felt her inhale, heard her whimper.
A good whimper.
Still rubbing that little bud, he pushed in a bit more, and this time her strangled gasp made him stop. “Bad?”
“Good,” she said tightly. “Really good.”
He straightened, flexing his fingers on her ass. His dick was almost all the way inside her. “Then can you touch yourself, baby?”
Her hand slid under her body, between her parted legs. A moan immediately rose from her throat.
“That’s right,” he said softly, pumping just a little. “Touch that little cl*t of yours.”
Her hand flexed, and her face contorted, her mouth stretching into a silent cry. He thrust deep at the sight of that, and was rewarded with her shocked gasp.
“Tight,” she moaned. “Oh my God, so tight.”
“Bad tight?” he asked, gritting his teeth. Fuck, if it was bad tight, he should pull out. But she was squeezing him so hard, her ass clenched around him like a glove. And without the condom on, he felt every little vibration of her body.
“Good tight,” she said breathlessly, then shuddered. “Good tight.”
“Good. I’m going to f**k you now, Beth Ann. And I’m going to go slow. Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“Go, go,” she panted. “Please go.”
He pushed. Just a small stroke, enough to feel every clench of her body travel through his cock. Just enough to be sure that he wouldn’t hurt her.
“Go,” she moaned again. “Oh, go.”
He thrust again, withdrawing partially, and stroking back in deep. The lube made her passage slick, but she was still tight around him. The feeling was intense, and when he pushed in deep a third time, his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the pleasure.
Under him, she moaned softly. Yes. That was good. He thrust again. Beth Ann moaned once more, and he watched her hand move in little circles against her clit.
“You touching yourself, baby?”
“Yes,” she moaned, and the sound was tense with desire. “Oh, Colt, you’re so full inside me.”
“I know, baby,” he gritted. His h*ps jerked and he thrust deep, hard, unable to help himself. She whimpered, and he froze, but then he saw that hand working against her clit, felt her body flutter under him.
She was going to come. Fuck yes. He thrust hard, slamming into her, and she cried out his name. Fucking slammed into her all over again, and again, and then she was screaming his name under him, and he felt her body jerk, felt it spasm underneath him. Knew she was coming. Over and over, he thrust into that tight, sweet ass. “Keep touching yourself, Beth Ann. Don’t stop.”
“Go,” she sobbed. “Go.”
He was going to go. He thrust and thrust, and then his balls tightened and he came deep inside her, all the breath escaping his body. He rocked into her, filling her with his cum, and she sobbed underneath him as he thrust slowly, one more time, and then pulled out.
Breath was still shuddering through her. He rolled her over and touched her cheek. “Beth Ann?”
She smiled at him, and slid her hand from her p**sy—damn. She’d been touching herself the entire time she’d come, and the entire time he’d come. The responding smile she gave him was sleepy, boneless. “Good lord,” she said softly. “That was…intense.”
He kissed her, because he wanted it to have pleased her, so much. “In a good way?”
“Very, very good,” she said with a soft sigh.
He grinned. Good. He got a towel, cleaned her, then himself, and pulled her close to him.
Her breath was still shuddering through her. As he pulled her close into his arms, she cuddled up against him. “I love you, Colt.”
And there came that sissy knot in his throat. He kissed her forehead and held her close.
Beth Ann stayed with him all day Sunday. They ate so much cake they were both sick of it, made love all weekend, and when he slept, she lay with her arms wrapped around him, as if she couldn’t get enough of him, even in her dreams.
Which made him feel even more guilty.
He had to tell her about that stupid first weekend together. That he’d lied and deliberately detained her in the woods. But as she left his place to go in to work on Monday, he couldn’t tell her just yet. Her face was pale and strained, though she tried to smile. Monday was normally her day off, he knew, but she was going in to try and get a few walk-ins in the hopes of getting some extra money. Six days a week she was going to keep her salon open, and he knew if this didn’t work, she’d be open every day, determined to make it successful.
“Is there anything I can do?” he asked as he kissed her on the doorstep. “You want me to drag all my clients for impromptu haircuts?”
She smiled, though it was forced. “It’s all on me. I’ll succeed or fail on my own merit.”
He knew that. And right now she was failing and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do, and that was going to drive him bug-fuck insane. So today, when she went off to work, he was going to go take care of something he could control.
Colt gave her a hard, fierce kiss when she left, and waited in his cabin until he was sure she was down the highway heading back to Bluebonnet. Then he got in his Jeep and pulled onto the highway, but headed in the opposite direction of town.
Allan Sunquist’s dealership was a good drive down the highway, and impossible to miss. Sunny Motors was halfway between Bluebonnet and the next biggest city. One of the largest dealerships in the area, and Allan ran the damn thing.