Page 31 of Wright Together
“Fuck,” he snarled. “Eve…”
“Yes,” I gasped.
His nails dug into my hips. “Goddamn it, I’m going to come. Are you going to come?”
It was a statement, worded as a question. There was only one answer.
And I responded by leaning back and crying out into the echo chamber of the indoor pool. He grunted as my orgasm triggered his that he’d been holding on to by a hair trigger.
Then, his mouth was on mine again, needy and demanding. Our lips colliding as we both came down from a powerful climax that left my legs shaking. Finally, finally, he released me.
A small sigh puffed out of his lips. His eyes half-lidded. It was the filthiest look I’d ever seen in my life. And as inconceivable as it was, I was turned on again.
His thumb reached up and brushed across my bottom lip. I stuck my tongue out and grazed the digit. His eyes heated again.
Just then the door to the pool opened, and a host of rowdy cowboys barreled inside, carrying a few pizza boxes and a case of Miller Lite. I hastily pulled my top back into place so they couldn’t see my bare breasts. For a second, I thought that he might revert to the regular Whitt. That their interruption would remind him we were in a public place.
But he just lifted me off of him and said, “Get your ass upstairs so I can fuck you again the way I want to.”
The growl in his voice sent a shiver straight back to my pussy. It didn’t matter that I’d come twice in quick succession. I was more than ready to do it again.
“Hot tub time!” the first cowboy cried.
I laughed. “All yours.” And then I scampered out of the hot tub.
Whitt discreetly pulled his shorts back on and followed me out as it was commandeered by the rodeo guys. I wrapped a towel around my chest while Whitt grabbed the bottle of wine, tossed our glasses, and then took my hand, all but dragging me toward the exit.
We were both still dripping wet when we stumbled into the empty elevator. I fumbled for our floor number as he slammed me backward into the wall. Our mouths fit together as he kissed me. My body molded to his. Two pieces coming together to become one.
His hand slid low, pushing aside my towel and cupping my pussy. I gasped against him, and he just grinned.
“Going to own this tonight, baby.”
I purred against his chest, “Yes, sir.”
The elevator dinged open. Whitt grabbed my hand again, and together, we hurried down the hall to the only room available in the entire establishment. Even if we’d had two rooms, we only would have used one. He tapped the key card against the entrance, and we fell inside.
Towels dropped on the floor. I pulled the strings of my bikini top, letting it follow. My bottoms went next and then his shorts. My jaw dropped open at the sight of his cock in all its glory. The water had not done it justice, and my pussy clenched in shock that I’d been able to handle all of that. Let alone on top of him.
“Come here,” he growled.
His hand snaked out to grasp the back of my neck and tug me into him. Our lips collided once more as we fell backward onto the bed. His hips settled between my spread legs. His cock poised to take what he’d already claimed.
“So much for deciding who gets the bed,” I teased as I nipped at his bottom lip.
“If I had it my way, you’d be on my cock all night.”
“Have it your way.”
He smirked. “Think you can handle me all night, baby?”
He punctuated his question by rubbing his hard cock against the folds of my pussy. I shuddered at the friction. The feel of my own wetness coating him. The rough brush against my already-sensitive clit.
“Only one way to find out,” I challenged.
He grinned, a wicked thing like I’d never seen on his features. It made me want to get on my knees and beg. I’d crawl for him. I’d do anything he wanted if only he would give me all that his solid body and dirty mouth were offering.
He pulled back then. I made a sound of protest, but he just grabbed my hips and flipped me over. I scrambled onto all fours.