Page 35 of The Back Forty
And right there, just an arm’s reach away, is that fucking pink vibrator she tossed on the bed.
I swallow hard. My jeans are suddenly too tight. My jaw clenches. Coming in here was a mistake. Talking about her coming was a mistake. Thinking about her come, a disaster.
She blinks up at me, lashes low. “Yes,” she says, quiet and breathless. “I still want to come.”
Her voice is soft, but it’s laced with something thick and heavy that sits right in my gut and drags heat to my cock like gravity.
I force myself to stand way too quickly. To shift my weight and break whatever’s happening between us before I do something reckless. Before I cross a line that I can’t uncross because for right now, we’re still talking about flying to Texas for a pitch, not her coming on my cock while she moans out my name, her chest bouncing as she rides me and I stare up into those brown eyes, mesmerized.
“I’ll book the tickets,” I say, my voice sounding strained even to my ears. “Flight leaves at ten. We’ll ride to the airport together.”
She nods, just once. “Okay.”
That’s all she says. But her voice is raw. A rasp of agreement that sticks to my skin long after I finally tear myself away and close her bedroom door behind me, this time for good. I brace my forearms against the frame, eyes squeezed shut.
Breathe, Lawson.
Fuck.
My room’s at the end of the hall, but it feels like a mile. I move fast, don’t look back. Don’t give myself a second to change my mind because I’m sure this is simply a case of it being too damn long since I’ve been laid. We’ve been busy, on the road practically all summer. I haven’t had time.
The truth is that I haven’t made time. And that’s all this is. My balls need a release. Nothing more. And it sure as shit can't be with her. Cash was right. I can't fuck this up. She's the best employee that we have.
I shut the door to my room behind me, twist the lock, and lean against it like it might hold me back from doing something worse.
But it’s no use.
My body’s on fire.
I shove my sweats down and my cock’s already stiff in my hand, thick and aching, precum slicking my thumb before I even move. I use it like lube then spit on my hand to wet myself further before dragging my grip down to the base and back up.
My balls are tight, like I’ve been edging for days. Hell, maybe I have. Maybe every glance, every breath she’s taken around me has been winding this coil tighter and tighter, and now it’s snapping.
I stroke once, twice, fist around my shaft and squeeze while my other hand braces against the closed door keeping me from her.
Her face flashes in my mind—flushed and wanting, back pressed into my sheets. Her legs spread, that vibrator in her hand. I wonder what she thought about when she used it. I wonder if it was me. I wonder if she imagined my hands, my mouth, my cock stretching her open instead of plastic fueled by batteries.
Fuckme.
I pump harder, jaw clenched because that’s ridiculous. I’ve never let myself reallythink about her. Never let myself go there or fantasize when I’ve touched my dick. Because once I do, I know I won’t come back. I know I’ll ruin everything.
But now I can’t stop.
I think about the way she gasped when I said the wordcome. The way her voice dipped when she told me shestillwanted to.Her dark brown hair a mess around her face, her nipples tight against her shirt, those curvy hips shifting like she didn’t knowwhat to do with herself. Like she needed to come again and was squirming to get it from me.
Like she needed me to finish her off.
I’d take my damn time with her. Ease her open with my mouth and my fingers. Show her what it means to be touched like she matters and teach her how the slow burn and tease feels better than a jack hammer to the pussy.
I’d wrap that dark hair around my wrist and fuck her slowly—deeply—until she came so hard she forgot her name. Until she sobbed mine and prayed for surrender.
God, she wouldn’t even know what to do with herself.
My abs contract as my cock jerks in my hand, and I grunt, hips lifting. Heat floods out of me in thick, hot spurts across my thighs as I release my climax faster than I ever have before with just my grip. My whole body pulses with her name.
I give myself a second to catch my breath then release the doorframe and move to the bed. Using the edge of my bedsheet, I wipe myself off with a hiss, then lie back and stare at the ceiling, lungs burning.
That’s it. The last time.
