Page 95 of Feels Like Falling
But I want more.
“I want you out of this dress,” he rasps against my lips, but I can only smile in return. He can have me any way he wants.
But not right now.
“Later,” I reply as my fingers work open the clasp on his belt before moving to the top button of his jeans. “Right now, I’m busy.”
He snorts but hisses out a breath as I pull the zipper down and free his dick with award-winning efficiency as I drop to my knees in front of him.
“I got all day, baby,” he drawls right before I wrap my hand around his length and stroke him the way I know he likes.
Montana’s eyes cut to the door I left open, his jaw clenching as my lips wrap around the head of his cock. His hand grips my ponytail as if he thinks he can dictate anything about this situation—as if I’d let him do anything but hang on and enjoy the ride. I suck harder and he exhales heavily as my tongue traces over his velvety skin before taking him as far as I can.
“You have no idea how badly I want to fuck up into that pretty pink mouth of yours.” His eyes follow my free hand as it dips below the hem of my dress. “Are you…”
His question trails off and I moan around him as my fingers tease up and down the silky fabric covering my slit.
“Show me, baby. Show me your pretty wet?—”
Footsteps land hard against the floor of the barn, the sound echoing with each step. My pulse quickens, and the potential to get caught has my blood burning hot in my veins.
Pulling my mouth off the angry head of Montana’s gorgeous length, I grin. “Act natural, Max.”
“What the fuck are you—” he starts, but I’m already shimmying backward under the desk, sliding his chair with me, the movement throwing off his ability to right his jeans before I’ve sucked him into my mouth again. “God fucking dammit…”
“Bad time?” a familiar male voice asks from the doorway, and I can’t help but smile before stroking Montana slowly with my hand. My movements are as coordinated as they can be in the tight space, but I love everything about this.
“A little busy.”
“Need me to come back? It will only take a sec.”
“Make it quick,” he says, the words measured, and I can only imagine the amount of control he’s exerting to appear normal.
“The, uh…goats,”—Bodhi clears his throat as I tease the underside of Montana’s cock with my tongue—“we had to move them to a different pen. They busted out of there?—”
“Little fuckers,” Montana snarls and Bodhi snorts. “But you know it’s not your job to take care of it, right?”
“It’s not a big deal. Keeps me busy. Just need more material to repair and reinforce the fence so we can move ’em back and keep ’em secure before you start getting calls from the neighbors.”
Montana nudges me with his boot—most likely as a warning to stop—but the audacity in that one little motion has me swallowing him down as far as I can take him. His big strong thighs cage me in, applying pressure, in hopes of being able to gain the upper hand.
It’s like he has no idea who he’s dealing with—and just to remind him, I do it again.
And again.
“You sure you’re okay?” Bodhi asks, and Montana forces a chuckle before assuring he’s fine and asking Bodhi to let him know if there are any other issues.
It’s only when the footsteps fade to almost nothing does Montana push back enough to look at me, my lips still wrapped firmly around him.
“You are in so much fucking trouble; get out here,” he growls and grabs me by my biceps, forcing me to release his dick with an audible pop.
“Trouble for what? I?—”
Like a man possessed, Montana bends me over, my chest pressed against the cool wood of the desk. He’s hiked my dress up and pulled my panties to the side before I even have time to blink, and all I can do is moan as I feel him push against my entrance.
I’m soaked and I know he can feel what our little game did to me.
He swears again before slamming inside me with one hard thrust. I gasp and he does it again—pistoning into me with such ferocity my knuckles are practically white from gripping the edge of the desk.
