Page 30 of Crashing the Altar
Eyes bright, she nodded.
“Then I guess it’s a good thing I’ve never been able to say no to you.”
Her hungry gaze flared, and she licked her lips. “Then say you’re okay with not going slow the first time because I can’t wait any longer to have you inside me.”
Jesus, my legs nearly gave out, and my cock wept, imagining the rough ride she had planned. I’d had the pleasure of watching her on horseback hundreds of times and knew how fluidly her hips moved while her steed galloped across the open range.
“Okay,” I croaked out, giving her permission to have her wicked way with me.
Small hands slid beneath my suit jacket, shoving it off my shoulders. Then she worked the buttons of my dress shirt, tossing that aside as well. While she focused on undoing my pants, I kicked off my boots. Seconds later, the material of my slacks pooled at my ankles, leaving me wearing only my briefs.
My eyes slammed shut, and a throaty groan was ripped from my chest when she palmed my hard dick through the thin cotton.
Penny hummed, her fingers flexing around my length. “Definitely not little.”
Swallowing roughly, I forced my heavy eyelids to lift. “You’re killing me, Pen.”
The vixen I married granted me no mercy, dipping beneath the waistband of my briefs and circling her fingers around my shaft. Theskin-to-skin contact had me ready to explode, and any blood left in my brain went into trying to keep from embarrassing myself. I wanted to make this good for her, and that wouldn’t happen if I spilled into her hand after only a few strokes.
Her tugs were firm, stirring a pleasure that streaked through my blood like lightning. It felt so incredible that a dark part of my brain taunted me with promises that it would be downright euphoric to let her throw me over the edge, to come from a touch that wasn’t my own for the first time.
With a willpower I didn’t know I possessed, I managed to grab her wrist and halt her movements before I reached the point of no return.
Our breathy pants mingled in the heated air, and when Penny stared up at me, the most stunning shade of pink colored the apples of her cheeks as her lips pursed into a pout.
Shaking my head, I chided, “You keep going, and this’ll be over before it even begins.”
She didn’t argue or sass me like I would have expected, but a mischievous twinkle entered her green eyes. Without warning, cool air rushed over my heated skin as my underwear was tugged down my legs, my cock brushing my stomach as it bobbed free.
Penny sucked in a sharp breath, her gaze firmly rooted on my eager erection.
“Holy hell, are you fucking kidding me right now?”
The lust burning through my veins cooled as panic took its place. “What’s wrong?”
She let out a huff of disbelief before lifting her eyes to meet mine. “I’m gonna need a minute to come to terms with the fact that I could’ve hadthat”—she shot a pointed look toward my throbbing dick—“this whole time if I hadn’t been so damn stubborn and afraid of wrecking our friendship.” Penny hummed in appreciation. “I mean, look at this thing. It’sthick, long, and that natural upward curve?” A lewd moan sounded as her lashes fluttered closed. “Damn, that’s gonna hit the perfect spot every time.”
From a young age, I realized that pleasing Penny was my mission in life. When she was happy, it settled something in my soul, so I’d always strived to keep her content. Though I might not have control over the size or shape of the particular part of my anatomy she was most enamored with in this moment, my chest puffed with pride, nonetheless.
When her eyes opened, they were nearly black, the pupils blown so wide that only the tiniest hint of green remained visible. “Get on the bed, Tripp.”
My eyebrows lifted at her softly issued command, but instead of obeying—which was my natural inclination when it came to this woman—I pinched the fabric of her dress. “This comin’ off?”
A sharp snap rang out in the small room. “Bed. Now.”
Feet moving automatically, I moved backward until my knees bumped into the mattress, and I sat down.
There was no point in pretending she wasn’t the one in charge of this dynamic. And she knew it too. Growing up, there wasn’t a single time when she’d said jump that I hadn’t asked how high. Hell, we wouldn’t bemarried right now if it hadn’t been her idea. Not that I was complaining, because following this woman to the ends of the earth was my definition of heaven.
A smirk hitched up the corner of her plush lips, and satisfaction coursed through me, knowing I’d put it there with my obedience.
“You’re worried about the dress, baby?” She batted those thick lashes at me. “Well, let me set your mind at ease, then.” Her fingers moved to the zipper beneath her armpit, and she tugged it low enough that the fabric fell away.
My mouth went dry when the sheer white lace corset and matching panties she wore underneath were revealed. God, she was a vision—creamy skin wrapped in sexy lingerie, the only pop of color being her embroidered boots and my hat.
“Get a good look now, cowboy, because I’m gonna fuck you wearing nothing but your hat.”
That had my cock leaking, and my hand twitched, rising from where my fingers were curled into the edge of the mattress to ease the ache. But halfway there, I paused, eyes lifting to the temptress who held my life—my pleasure—in her dainty hands.
