Page 22 of Come Ride With Me
Laying back on the pillows, she spread her legs wide for him to see. His gaze dipped low as he wrapped a hand around the base of his dick and jerked it forward. Precum oozed out of the tip and Mica licked her lips. Without direction she lifted her legs until her feet were planted firmly on the bed and let her knees fall outward.
“Play with that shit, baby,” he whispered. “Make her nice and wet for me.”
Mica did what he asked, loving how his candid words fell over her. She moved a hand between her legs, pushing her fingers through her moist slit before easing them down to press inside her.
Nash groaned. “Hell yes, baby. Shit.” He groaned again, then moved to pick up his pants and find his wallet. Once he pulled the condom packet from the wallet, he ripped it open and sheathed himself.
Then he pressed his knees onto the bed, lifting her legs to rest in the bend of his arms. “I’m about to give you what you wanted,” he said, staring down at her with a furrowed brow. “What we both want.”
She kept her gaze on him, loving the intense look in his eyes. “Yes,” she whimpered, then gasped when he pressed the head of his dick to her entrance.
He glanced down between them, then brought his gaze back up to meet hers. “So fuckin’ tight,” he mumbled and pressed forward again.
Mica tried to relax, she tried to mentally open herself to him, knowing the seventeen months she’d gone without a living breathing dick being inside her was the culprit. She had an arsenal of sex toys, but tonight, Nash was the first man to have entered her in a very long time.
“That’s it, baby. Let me in,” he said rocking his hips against hers as more of his length slid inside.
She gripped the sheet beneath her, closing her eyes to the stretch and pressure. It felt so painfully good she wanted to yell out in pleasure, but she was biting down on her bottom lip instead. When he gave one final push, planting all of himself firmly inside of her, she gasped.
“Look at me,” he said as he lowered his face until his forehead rested against hers.
Her eyes popped open and he pulled back just a little, so that their faces were still close, but she could see his furrowed brow, the way his teeth were clenched and the hint of confusion in his eyes.
“I want you to watch me fuck you, Mica.” The words sounded strained. “Watch me, make us both cum this time.”
She nodded and he kissed her, taking her mouth in a savage assault that left her panting.
He was so deep inside of her now, so amazingly, wonderfully deep and she loved it. He was giving her measured strokes, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing throughout the room. They went on like that for she didn’t even know how long. When Nash put her legs down, she thought he would switch their position, turn her around, ask her to ride him. But he did neither. Instead, he remained buried deep inside, settled his elbows on either side of her face to rest his weight and stared into her eyes as he continued to drive into her. Continued to take her higher and higher until all she could feel was his depth, all she could smell was the combined scent of their sex and bodies, all she could see was the strained concentrated look on his face as he held her gaze. And all she could hear was the way he whispered her name repeatedly as they both found their release.
Chapter 8
Mica
She spent the night with Nash.
A long night filled with more of his exploration of her body and her of his. A night she knew she would remember for a very long time.
Early morning had been an extension of their night, but with a nap or two thrown in, until finally she’d dragged herself out of his bed for a second shower.
Her first shower at his place had occurred last night after their second round, because Nash had been hard and ready to go almost immediately after their first interlude. And she hadn’t complained. Nor had she put up any argument when he’d crowded into the small shower stall behind her. She’d actually done very little talking after lowering herself to take Nash’s beautiful dick into her mouth. All that could be heard above the spray of the water were Nash’s guttural moans and expletives as she did her best to suck his soul from his body. And afterwards, when he’d grabbed her by her shoulders and pressed her back into the hard tiles, she’d been rewarded by one of those heart-stopping kisses he loved to deliver before he washed her body from head to toe.
This morning’s shower had been solo and while she would have certainly repeated last night’s foray in the bathroom, she’d been grateful for the solitude. It had given her a chance to really think about what they’d done and how they would move forward from here. She liked Nash, a lot. That much was obvious. But since she hadn’t come to Destine looking for a man, she didn’t know how having one now would fit into her goal of saving her father’s company. She specifically didn’t know howthisman would fit, once he found out who she really was. And despite how great last night was and how much a part of her hoped they could figure out a way for it to continue, she didn’t want to tell Nash who she was just yet. There were still things she needed to work through behind the scenes before everyone she’d met began looking at her differently. Which, they undoubtedly would once they learned she wasn’t just the accountant, but she was also their boss.
So, by the time she was finished in the bathroom, her only plan for the immediate future was to ‘act natural’, or as natural as a woman could act when she’d been perfectly fucked and sucked all night long.
“Spend the day with me,” Nash said from where he still lay in bed.
He’d been watching her get dressed and she’d been trying not to feel self-conscious as hell while he was doing it. She had just pulled up the pants she’d worn to work yesterday when she looked up to see him.
He was too damn fine with the beige sheet hanging so low on his waist she eyed the sprinkle of dark hair that began its procession down to his groin. Like his back, his chest sported more ink that she’d run her tongue over during the night. Fully awake now, his dark eyes held that assessing gaze, whereas last night they’d been filled with a hunger she knew was mirrored in her own.
“I can do that. What do you have planned?” Funny how her agreement today came so much easier than it had yesterday when he’d invited her here. So many things had changed since that moment. Things, she wasn’t sure how to digest.
“You wanted to know about bikes and our customers, so I’m going to take you to meet some of them. One of the local clubs is having a fundraiser down at the community center. Since it’s still cold they planned a day of inside fun and games for the kids in conjunction with a clothes drive,” he said.
“That sounds like fun,” she replied and moved over to a chair beside his dresser so she could put on her boots. His offer was a much better plan for a Saturday afternoon than sitting in front of that huge TV in her living room, going over more financial documents.
“Great,” he said. “It starts at one and since you held me hostage in this bed all morning, we have about an hour to get dressed and get over there. Leave your car here. I’ll drive you to your place so you can change and then we’ll head over.”
