Page 41 of Forbidden Cowboy

“Sounds good to me,” I whispered in between a kiss. “Sounds really good to me.”

I bore down again, pulling another groan from him, and his eyelids fluttered.

Maybe I hadn’t started out with the intention of having sex in his truck, but I definitely wasn’t opposed to it. Emotions simmered under my skin, threatening to come out if I didn’t react in a physical way. My irritation and uneasiness around Eliana, my fear about my brother, my feelings for Wyatt, and my worry for Anna. They had all bottled up inside of me to create something potent and unnerving. I could only control what I could control. Right now, what I could control was making the man underneath me feel really, really good.

“Maybe this—isn’t—the—best—idea—” Wyatt stuttered between kisses.

I pulled away, and looked at him.

“If that’s the way you feel,” I said.

His eyes were burning with desire as he took in how I looked, my hair hanging over my face like a curtain, creating a private area around the two of us. I sat up straighter, mindful of the steering wheel behind me, and stripped out of first my t-shirt, and then my bra. I saw Wyatt’s pupils dilate.

“Screw it,” he said, and buried his head in my chest without another word.

Under the actions of his teeth and his tongue, accompanied by his left hand while his right held onto my back, I began to fall apart. I let small sounds escape from my mouth, and relished in the way he would growl in response.

His left hand left my chest to travel south, and then it was in my pants, slipping past the waistband of my underwear, and then—

“Stupid seats,” Wyatt growled, and withdrew his hand to pull the lever beside him to recline his seat.

With more space to move, he replaced his hand in my pants and then he found that tiny spot that made small explosions of feeling echo throughout my body. He traced circles around it, clearly in no mood to tease me today, and as he did so, I ground my hips down onto his prominent bulge, extracting yet more noises from him.

“Enough,” I said with more force than I’d had last time we slept together. “I need you in me,now.”

I knelt up as he pulled out his hand, and even though I lamented the loss of sensation, I knew I had something better coming. I braced my knees on the bare amount of space on either side of his built torso, and shimmied my jeans down so they were around my thighs. I felt him do something similar, and without any of the stretching he had insisted on before, I raised myself up, with some difficulty due to the restriction of my jeans, grabbed his length, throbbing in my hand, and sank down, taking him in fully.

I let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a wail, and let my torso fall onto Wyatt’s chest for a moment. He had been right about needing the stretching, but wrong about it being a bad thing without it. I felt sofullwith him buried inside of me, and it was almost too much to take. I knew he was huge—the trepidation I had felt when I first saw his cock had been warranted, but I also knew now that I could take everything he had to offer.

When the intensity of the intrusion on my most private parts subdued slightly, I rolled my hips experimentally. The noise that came from Wyatt was almost animalistic. Guttural in its nature and like an aphrodisiac to my ears. It only egged me on, and I moved with more and more fervor until I was riding him with enthusiasm, my hands placed on that fine chest of his. I pulled his shirt up, only to rake my nails down the toned muscles he had from a life of manual labor. This made his hips stutter into me in a way that wasn’t bad at all, and in fact had him hitting that one, sweet spot that he had introduced me to with his fingers. So, I did it again, harder, and my head lolled back when my g-spot was stimulated by the dick inside of me.

I kept moving, chasing release like it was my only chance of survival, and he seemed to be following me. I felt the stuttering become more erratic, and I pressed sloppy kisses to his neck and jawline, trying to convey everything I was feeling through the simple act of touch.

When I came, I burst like shattered glass into the night, and felt him filling me up in tandem with the pulsing heat that coursed through me. My eyes rolled back, and when I came to a few moments later, I was wrapped safely in Wyatt’s arms.

“Holy shit,” Wyatt breathed, and I just nodded against him.

“We should get home,” I said into his chest.

I didn’t really want to go home. I wanted to stay, lying on his chest, in his truck forever.

“Mmm, I suppose.”

With reluctance, I pulled up my jeans, wincing when I felt some of his seed spilling out of me.

“Oh, shit,” I muttered.

“What?”

“We, uh, we didn’t use protection,” I said, somewhat awkwardly.

“I’m clean,” he said without hesitation.

“I am too, if you are,” I said, “but STDs aren’t the only things that can happen with unprotected sex.”

His eyes widened.

“There’s, um, there’s a twenty-four-hour pharmacy not far from here,” he said. “It’s just—now probably isn’t the best time for a baby, you know?”