Page 46 of Yummy Cowboy


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“Now I get to soap you down,” she said, grinning up at him. “Remember, I want you clean before you get dirty with me.”

“Ms. Fancy Pants, I’ve already gotten dirty with you,” he pointed out.

“Don’t get hung up on details.” She squeezed back inside the shower stall, facing him this time. Then she lathered up, careful not to drop the slippery rectangle of soap again. She explored his hard body, learning what he liked and where his ticklish areas were.

Finally, she took his stiff length in her hand, fisting his thick shaft. She pumped him, swirling her thumb over the broad head at the top of each stroke, until he grabbed her wrist in steely fingers.

“Stop,” he ordered. “Or I’m gonna come. And as nice as this is, I wanna come inside you… and I want you to come again, this time on my cock.”

“Promises, promises,” she teased, but released her hold on him.

A few moments of comic contortions followed as they tried to rinse off without bruising their elbows against the unyielding tiles… or giving the other person a black eye by mistake.

When they emerged from the cramped shower stall, they dried each other with the soft, clean towels that sat folded on the counter. They both used the opportunity to grope each other under the excuse of toweling off.

While he rubbed her down, Brock described exactly what he wanted to do to her and what he wanted her to do to him.

“—and that sweet mouth of yours wrapped around my cock, swallowing me as far as you take me, while I lick your pussy and fuck you with my tongue—”

Her arousal blossomed again with urgent, throbbing heat. It was as though she’d never climaxed. She wanted more of him. A lot more.

He unexpectedly lifted her and slung over his shoulder, caveman-style. She shrieked with laughter, pounding his damp back weakly with her fists as he carried her into his bedroom.

Brock dropped her on his bed and yanked away the towel. “Get ready, Summer. I’m gonna fuck your brains out tonight.”

She giggled and stretched, liking the way he devoured her with his hot brown gaze. “Is that a threat—or a promise?”

“Take it whichever way turns you on more.” Brock joined her on the mattress. He straddled her legs, then leaned forward and put his palms on either side of her head. His heated cock dragged along the inside of her thigh, rigid and heavy. He lowered himself to kiss her.

She panted and squirmed against him, rubbing herself against his hard length while he plundered her mouth with his wickedly skilled tongue.

“I wanted to take my time and enjoy this,” he said. “But I can’t wait much longer.”

“Then don’t,” she urged. “I’m more than ready for you.”

He laid a line of hard, sucking kisses over her jaw and down her throat, then cupped her breasts and closed his lips around one nipple while he teased the other with his thumb.

She opened her legs and raised her hips, then suddenly remembered something very important. “Condoms,” she gasped.

“Fuck. I nearly forgot.” He moved off her and reached out to yank open his nightstand drawer.

A moment later, a square plastic condom packet landed on her stomach. “Your mission, should you choose to accept it…” he quoted solemnly.

“Is to wrap up your manly member?” she finished, bubbles of laughter rising in her throat. She couldn’t remember having sex this lighthearted before, with the unexpected bonus that she’d already climaxed.

Most of the time, she didn’t come at all. Once her dates reached the finish line, they lost interest in helping her cross it, too. They’d gotten off, so as far as they were concerned, the date was over. Time to get dressed and head out.

She tore open the packet and rolled the condom down his shaft, turning the task into a long, stroking caress.

“Ms. Fancy Pants, you’re going to kill me,” Brock declared, his face flushed and his eyes squeezed shut in what looked like pain.

“Come here, big guy, and die happy,” she responded, urging him on top of her.

She was more than ready for him.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that, right?” he said, panting, as he lowered himself onto her.

“So are you, when you’re not frowning all the time and shooting death rays out of your eyes,” she said.

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