Page 25 of Ridin' Free
“By my count, you’ve come around my dick four times. I think I’ve earned the right to see you with your clothes off.”
No sooner had he said the words than he was reaching for the hem of his tee-shirt. I watched as he peeled the cotton up over his torso and then his head. My sex pulsed at the sight.
His shirt hit the floor, his fingers went for the top button of his jeans, and then he froze. I lifted my eyes to meet his, and he quirked an eyebrow at me expectantly.
“Dick’s not comin’ out until those tits do.”
I hesitated long enough to be sure he meant what he said, then I reached for the knot at my waist and began unfastening my shirt. His brown eyes stayed locked on my green ones as I rid myself of the garment. My bra unclasped from the front, andI opened it without looking. The straps fell off my shoulders, I freed one arm, then caught the opposite strap between two fingers and held it up before making a show of dropping it at my feet.
Twister smiled, heat began to burn in my belly, and we both unbuttoned our bottoms at the same time.
It took me a minute to get out of my boots. By the time I was naked, Twister was already stretched out on the bed—a condom lying beside him, and his dick in his hand. I watched him stroke himself twice, then decided I’d had quite enough of that.
I crawled between his legs before pulling at his wrist, silently demanding for him to stop.
“Let me,” I insisted before descending with my mouth.
“Fuck,” he grunted as I licked his tip. “Turn around, sparky. Two can play this game.”
I peeked up at him, and he crooked his finger, reiterating what he wanted.
The thought of his bearded mouth between my legs was too damn tempting to refuse. It had been ages since I let a man go down on me—and he didn’t have a beard. Reckless as it was to give me yet another reason to want the man whose dick I just tasted, I was already naked.
What was one more stupid mistake?
I repositioned myself, planting my knees on either side of his head. As I took hold of his length and began to swallow him, he pressed a hand against the small of my back, forcing me to spread my legs wider, lowering me where he wanted.
At the first swipe of his tongue, I knew I was never going to forget this night.
I moaned around his dick, pumping my hand along with my mouth as he consumed me with fervor. When he slid two fingers inside of me, it took every ounce of will power I had not to rockmy hips. I was already being reckless—there was no need to get greedy.
“Fuckin’ drenched,” he muttered.
The next thing I knew, he clapped a hand against my ass before filling his palm with my cheek. If he didn’t stop, I was going to come—but I came one way and one way only.
I lifted my head with a gasp, peered over my shoulder and panted, “Stop. I wanna ride.”
Rather than use his words, he helped me throw my leg over his head before he reached for the condom. By the time I was turned around, he was rolling the rubber over his shaft. I was so turned on, so desperate to have him inside of me, when he reached for my waist, I didn’t stop him.
I positioned him at my entrance, and slammed down on his engorged length, mewling pathetically at the sheer perfection that was him, stretching me open and filling me full. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, overwhelmed by a plethora of sensations.
The feel of my hair as it swayed against my bare back.
The sound of my wet core soaking his hard cock.
The taste of his skin still lingering on my tongue.
I was lost in the whirlwind that was Twister.
Until I wasn’t.
The fire he was stoking inside of me was snuffed out in an instant.
One second, I was on top, on the verge of coming undone.
In the next, I was on my back, and Twister was all I could see.
I watched as his lips moved, but I couldn’t hear a word of what he said.
