The Wrangler (The Yacht Club #2)

Chapter 12

Twelve

ALEX

I bite my lip and tilt my head back. SJ is too fucking sexy, rubbing my cum into her skin like it’s liquid gold or something. There is nothing I crave more than to work my cock deep into her sweet pussy, but I’m looking at a dangerous ride. No one here to have my back if everything goes sideways. No alibi to confirm she gave consent.

“Alex, I need you.” SJ blinks her beautiful baby blues at me.

No way I can walk away.

A stray lock of hair is hiding part of her face. I swipe it back so she can see me clearly. “What do you want exactly. Every single detail.”

She reaches for me and I grip her wrists in one hand, pressing them over her head. “No touching. Not until we agree on what comes next.”

Her tongue swipes across her lip and my dick wakes up. “You. Fucking me. That’s what I want.”

“My dick inside that sweet pussy?”

“Yes.” Her reply is breathy and she squirms in my hold. Not getting off that easy little rabbit.

“What position? Missionary, doggy, side by side?”

“Any position you want as long as you make me come around your cock. And I want to feel you explode inside me.”

“Rough, gentle?”

“Gentle and hard. Fast if we need it. Slow if you want it. Whatever you want.”

“No, baby. It’s whatever you want. Any other limits besides no oral?” She’s lust crazed, but this is serious. I haven’t been alone with a woman, since…since forever.

“Don’t come on my face.”

I nod. Not really my kink. “Anal?”

She rolls her bottom lip between her teeth and looks away.

“That’s a no.” I press a kiss to her lips to seal the deal, my chest against her sweet tits. This woman is like lemonade on a hot day. I crave her. She wiggles under me. The head of my cock grazes her wet heat. The urge to press inside is nearly irresistible. “Hold on.”

Condom. Do I have any? I release her arms and shift off my bed. Not in the nightstand or the bathroom. I check my gear bag. If I had any, they’d be there, but I come up empty. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

“Or you could tie me up.”

“Silly rabbit. I could make you go with out that fuck you want so bad.” Her mouth forms an O before shifting to a pout. I point at her. “Don’t move.”

She nods and I head for the door. Cade or Eliot are sure to have some. I’ll replace whatever I take. It’s unnerving to walk naked through the inn. Like I’m at home. This is as close to a home as I’ve had. Living with family again instead of a shitty apartment in a crazy city. Colorado fits me almost as well as Texas. Would SJ ever consider staying?

Damn, I’m getting ahead of myself.

Thankfully, Cade’s room is unlocked and there’s an open box in his bathroom. I shove my hand in to take a few then let them go and take the whole box. I’m not hunting for a condom again, and, once I get my cock inside SJ, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop. It’s risky to fuck her like this, but as long as I leave all the kink out of it— No ropes, no pushing limits. Nothing but pure vanilla, I can convince myself there’s minimal risk.

She’s almost exactly as I left her on the bed. Her arms over her head, hands clasped. Her long legs, stretched out and parted as if they were tied to the footboard. Frozen in the doorway, I mentally file an image of her. This is never leaving my spank bank. The only way it could be better would be if my ropes were actually wrapped around her.

One step into the room and the magnitude of what I’m doing hits me like a kicking bull. SJ is beautiful, impossible to resist, but she’s leaving. Maybe that’s why I’m breaking my rules, taking a chance to be with her privately, trusting her to be honest with me. She’s the most fascinating woman I’ve known, ever. Probably because I’ve actually had time to get to know her. When I’m with partners in the club, it’s an interaction. A transaction. Terms are agreed on and we do it, then go our separate ways. SJ’s not staying either. Unlike my connections in the club, the fact she’ll be gone soon doesn’t bring me a sense of ease.

“Everything okay? Box empty?” SJ still hasn’t moved, but her eyes are inspecting me.

“Everything’s perfect.” Mostly, except my head. I tilt the box forward. “All set.”

She wiggles her hips as if she really is bound to the bed. My cock hears the call of her sweet pussy and any doubts I had disappear as the blood rushes away from my overthinking brain. I take my time crossing the short distance to the bed, setting the condoms on the night table and plucking one free. “You ready to ride, little rabbit.”

“Hell, yes.”

I tweak her nipple. “Good.”

She squeaks and squirms, but doesn’t shift position, preserving the illusion I’ve actually bound her. The foil tears easily and I roll on the protection. Safety first. Except if I was really being safe, I wouldn’t be doing this at all. She’s somehow broken the barrier I built ten years ago.

I climb on the bed between her legs and drag my finger between her wet lips. Yeah, she’s ready. Am I? My dick twitches like I better be ready because this is happening. A craving for her consumes me. Demands the feel of her wrapped around me. Tugging me deeper. Pulling me in.

No argument left, I lift her hips and notch the head of my cock at her entrance before pressing slowly forward, savoring every sweet squeeze of her embrace as I shift inside her. More. The word pounds like a drum through my brain. More SJ, more of me inside her, more connection.

Seated fully in her sweet heat, SJ is panting, her soft gaze on me. I release her hips to rest on my thighs, bend forward and lift her body into my embrace. I’ve pinned us in place, but she’s so flexible. She adjusts her feet on the mattress and lifts her hips, riding me. So strong. I clutch her close, aiding her movement as I can, letting her take what she wants from me. No one has ever taken control during sex. But this is perfect. Exactly as it should be our first time. I give myself to her, promise her everything with a kiss and hope she understands. Hope she doesn’t break my heart.

Her speed intensifies. Her pussy squeezes me bringing all my attention to now. The way her fingers dig into my shoulders. The softness of her skin in my arms, all comes together in an overwhelming stream of energy moves down my spine to build at the base, coiling, heating. “Come for me, baby.”

I press my hand between us and find her clit. If she doesn’t come soon, I’ll embarrass myself. Not that I wouldn’t make it up to her, but I’m not a selfish lover and I don’t want our first time to leave her disappointed. There it is. Her tiny squeaks speed up. She’s bouncing on my dick, her tits following the moment, capturing my attention. Fuck me. This woman is a fantasy wrapped in a wet dream. Electric spikes spark from my spine down my legs, up to my chest, my balls tighten. I can’t— “Now, baby.”

She drops down one last time and stops moving, her back arched into my one arm embrace. I pinch her clit with a gentle squeeze and she squeals. Her pussy grips me and sucks me deeper, rhythmic rolling that makes me loose control. I release into her with a roar. The condom keeps me from painting her insides, but my dick does it’s best to mark her as mine.

SJ drops her head to my shoulder, panting and boneless. I free my hand and hold her. More than eating her out, more than fucking her senseless, this moment, with her completely at ease in my arms, our skin sweaty and hot, but sated and soft, burrows into my heart. I clutch her a little bit tighter to hold myself together. I’m lost in her and a little bit scared that once again I’ll lose everything. I don’t know if I could survive this time.