Page 47 of Space Cowgirl: Houston, All Systems Go
Blinking my eyes open, legs still spread, I watch while Holt stands, yanking at his buttons, shrugging off his shirt. Beneath his golden skin, muscles bunch and flex as he attacks his belt, and the sound of his zipper opening has my thighs shaking.
The belt drops with a clunk, then his jeans, leaving Holt with his glorious chest on display along with a pair of patriotic boxers. The red and white stripes are slightly distorted by the flagpole trying to break out.
He runs his thumbs back and forth under the waistband, teasing me. I glance away for a moment to see the smirk spread across his face, his eyes dark with seduction. This is a whole new side of Holt. A side I very much like.
Finally, he pushes his boxers down, his cock bobbing heavy before me.
“God bless America.”
A surprised bark of laughter leaves him as a blush crawls up his neck. He is sodifferent. In good ways. In ways I tease him about, but really quite admire. The way he acts, lives, works. I’ve never met anyone like him and I sure as hell haven’t kissed anyone like him. I catch myself rubbing that spot on my chest again.
I know I said I’d never get on my knees for a man. And I know he didn’t ask, nor ever would, for me to return the favor. But seeing that blush slide over his skin while his thick cock twitches in my direction is stirring upfeelings.And as I avoid feelings at all costs, I drop down before him and swallow his thick length before I can think much about them.
Besides, I want it, damn it. The cock. Holt. And maybe the feelings. Maybe.
But first the cock.
A deep breath through my nose fills my head with the scent of leather and hay as I pull him deep to the back of my throat.
Up and down, sucking, pulling at his cock with my tongue while my hands squeeze his ass. The sounds are rough and carnal, as are the moans coming from Holt.
It’s his turn to funnel his hands through my hair, the tight curls making it easy for him to grip my head as I bob over him.
“Fuck, Jules. Yes, just like that.”
I curl the tip of my tongue beneath the underside of his cock, tracing it up root to tip before swirling around the wet slit.
“Jesus.”
I’m airborne again and back on the mattress.
“I need to fuck you.” His eyes are wild, his jaw tight and his naked, hard body rigid with tension. “Now.”
A shiver races through my body, setting off small fireworks in my downtown. This put-together, straight-laced man has come undone. Because ofme.
He looms over me, notching his cock to my wet vagina, then stills.
He pulls back, sitting on his haunches. “I can’t believe this.” His head is bowed down toward his chest, so I can’t see his eyes, but his voice is now devoid of the sexy-time drawl from earlier.
“Holt?”
He shakes his head. “This can’t be happening.” Still talking to himself.
I crunch up, taking his head in my hands and forcing him to look at me. “Hey there, cowboy, what’s up?”
“I don’t have a condom.”
He looks so forlorn, so utterly depressed, I can’t help but chuckle.
“This is not funny.”
No, it isn’t, ’cause his dick is still hard, bobbing between us, and I want it. But because of a thin piece of latex, my lady parts might not get it.
And it hits me, that this gorgeous man, at the prime of his life, with no less than all of upper society women clamoring for a piece of him, doesn’t have condoms at the ready.
“Wait, aren’t you like a Boy Scout? Aren’t you supposed to be prepared?”
He runs his hands through his hair. “It’s been a while, okay? I didn’t know this was going to happen.”
