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Twenty-Five
Stetson
“Shut up and fuck me, Stetson.”
That was pretty much how I ended up with my lips on Lyric and with her legs wrapped around my waist, but I thanked fuck we’d found a little corner of Holden’s tack room no one could see into.
Lyric pushed her fingers into my hair, knocking my cowboy hat off. I let it go, otherwise I would have had to take my hands off her sweet ass, and these round globes had teased me since she’d come home from college to visit my sister.
I’d done my best to stay away. I called her “kid”—hell, I even treated her like my sister’s annoying best friend when my thoughts had been X-rated for years.
This girl was trouble. With a capitalT, and she didn’t know it.
She made me want things that weren’t mine to have. I wasn’t going to make her life miserable going after them.
But I’d give myself this.
I yanked her underwear down, heard a rip, and kept going. My alcohol-fogged brain hadn’t thought through the logistics of getting her lacy underwear off with her legs hooked around my hips.
She licked her tongue against mine. I tasted the Moscow mule she’d been nursing, the flavor mingling with the beers I’d been downing to dull the effect of seeing Lyric in a little pleated skirt and a tight top at Holden’s wedding reception.
The alcohol had failed. Months of being abstinent after my unstable ex screamed out of my life hadn’t helped my restraint either.
Her underwear came free, and I stuffed them into my pocket. Holden or one of his new stepkids didn’t need to find the lacy scrap and go looking for answers.
With the fabric in my pocket, it meant she was bare.
As much as I wanted to shove inside and feel her tight little body grip mine, I had enough experience to know that sex with me could be uncomfortable. I was big all over, but I wasn’t a clumsy boy learning to fuck anymore.
I knew what I was doing, and I’d need all that experience today to keep from coming in my pants. I’d been lusting after Lyric for too damn long.
I didn’t waste time. I dropped to my knees and buried my face in heaven. Her hands twisted in my hair, and her thighs clamped around my head.
“Oh my God, Stetson.”
I could barely hear her. I went after her like all my dreams had come to fruition at once. The muscles in her legs rippled, and she bucked between me and the wall. Her clit was mine until she was shattering around me. It’d been seconds, but I wasn’t the only one hot for this.
I growled, barely louder than the sounds she was trying to suppress. The tack room was at the back of the barn, and I’d come in to check on a distraught Lyric. Her loser boyfriend—all her boyfriends had been fucking losers—had dumped her, and I’d meant to be supportive. I’d meant to give her a hug and walk away, but once she was in my arms, I put my mouth on her, she’d said what she had, and I’d been a goner.
Her legs were trembling when I set her feet down. She was panting, and my breathing sounded like a freight train as I undid my jeans. Each movement was painful, I was so damn hard.
She twined her arms around my shoulders and pulled me down. My mouth was back on hers. She was fearless, kissing me when I was covered in her release.
Blood roared through my head. How could I have any spare blood with all my reserves in my dick straining for her?
Once I was free, I lifted her. Those strong legs wrapped back around me, and my cock argued that it was too close to paradise to take my time.
I pushed in, forcing myself to go slowly. But Lyric was having none of that. She rocked her hips, groaning with each inch until she melted over me.
We hadn’t quit kissing, as if we had a silent agreement that plastering our mouths together would muffle us.
I withdrew and shoved back in. She moaned into me and hugged me harder.
There wasn’t a word for how phenomenal her wet heat felt stroking over my dick. My mind hadn’t conjured anything this good. She was as greedy as me, taking what she wanted, riding me until her little whimpers told me she was close.
I hadn’t thought I’d last this long. Prolonging the pleasure for myself was a motivator, but now that she was so close, I concentrated on her. When she tightened around me again and her walls started convulsing, I exploded.
I usually threw my head back and roared out a good orgasm, but for this I had to bend into her. My fingers tightened in the flesh of her ass, and dammit, I didn’t want to bruise her, but the orgasm screaming through my body, turning my balls inside out as she milked my release, was powerful. I couldn’t let go without shouting to the world and revealing what we were doing in here.
