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He stepped into her space, and her eyes widened. Eyes way too big for her face gave her a cartoonish, sweet look. He hooked both arms around her waist and lifted so her feet dangled. He immediately took her lips as he walked to the spot, he’d eyed a few seconds ago. When her back came against the tree, he lowered her to the ground and steadied her on her feet, never breaking away from the kiss. He unsnapped her jeans in record time and hooked his thumbs, pulling her them down her legs along with her panties. He broke the kiss to lift her legs and removed the pants.
She gasped, and he glanced up. If she told him to stop, he would. He’d hate every second and fight against every instinct to take her, but he’d stop. What he saw wasn’t hesitation but heated desire. She swiped her bottom lip with her tongue.
She watched him now that he was at eye level with her exposed pussy. The corner of his mouth curled, and he inched forward, dragging his tongue over her lips. Her body twitched, and he licked her clit as her hips pushed forward. It was a plea for him. He’d never shied away from going down on a woman, he enjoyed it, but something about the way she looked at him—it excited him in a way it never had before. His cock grew harder as he tongued her pussy, hearing her panting and soft moans. He could make her come in less than a minute, but having her come all over his dick was too tempting. He flicked her nub vigorously.
“Trax.” His name on her lips came out a breathy hush. He sucked her sensitive bead between his lips and grasped her thighs, feeling her tremble. Her hand curled into his hair. He half expected her to yank at his locks. Instead, she weaved her fingers through, giving Trax his own slight tremor.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten so worked up to fuck a woman. It was always available and became a routine. With Cheyenne right now, he felt the true effects of wanting her so desperately his cock ached against his jeans. With a parting flick of her clit, he stood.
He barely had time to unsnap his own jeans when her hands pushed his away, and she fisted the seam of his pants and ripped them open. He quickly snagged his wallet to grab a rubber before she shucked down his pants, exposing his cock. Her hand wrapped around his length and tugged.
“Fuck.” He groaned, and his head fell against his neck. He knew once she got her hands on him, it would be heaven, but nothing prepared him for the sheer ecstasy. Her palm was silk against his rigid cock. She jerked him slowly, a little unsure and awkward, making the sensation all the more powerful. He managed to rip open the wrapper just as her thumb slid over the crown of his cock. Oh fuck, that felt good. He nudged her hand away and sheathed himself in record time.
This would not be a long fuck. He’d be lucky if she came. He grabbed her thighs to hoist her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he lined up his cock against her pussy. Her lips grazed his neck, licking and sucking, and he shoved his face against her neck, her hair tickling his nose, and he cocked his hips forward, sliding inside her with a groan. She was so wet, there was no hesitation as he slid deep inside her. Her walls tightened around his dick.
If she wanted this to last, she’d have to stop doing that. It felt too good. His hands curled over her ass, giving her a rough squeeze. It was a warning that went unheeded. She clasped his cock in a strangling hold. He had to move. He slowly withdrew and took his time, her hips in sync with each shift of his cock. She tightened her walls again, and he groaned with a small chuckle. “You keep doing that, and I’m gonna fucking come.”
Her lips trailed over his cheek, and she whispered, “Isn’t that the end goal?” He smiled and gripped her waist, digging his fingers into her flesh through her shirt.
“Want you to come with me.” He licked her neck, fixating on her pulse. She moaned and curled her arms over his shoulders.
For as good as it felt, he wanted her naked, wanted to touch every inch of her skin with his hands and lips. He thrust forward in a sharp move, and she cried out. “Ahh, yeah. Right there.”
He smiled against her neck. “There?” He thrust again, and her head fell back against the tree. He kissed her neck, licking a line up to her ear. “Yeah, there’s the spot.”
She moaned as he slid inside her again. “Trax.”
Just the sound of his name on her lips was too much. He wanted to play with her, but his desire to come was greater. He rocked against her hips, feeling the tightening of her walls as her breathing labored, matching his own. His cock drove inside her, pounding her against the tree. For all the women he’d had, not one could compare to taking her in the middle of the woods. He pounded deeper and felt the tightening in his balls as he thrust forward and heard her moan so loud it echoed around the valley.
It was a sound he knew for sure. Her body trembled against him, and she hugged his shoulders, almost trying to crawl over him. He gripped her waist and fucked her until he locked into her pussy and came. Fuck. He jerked his cock once more and finished himself off.
Their breathing was rapid and pressed up against her chest, he felt her heart beating. It mirrored his own. She didn’t say a word but hugged him closer, and he fell into her against the tree. It was an awkward position, but one neither of them was willing to break.
Against a tree was better than in the dirt, but he still wanted her in his bed. Over and over and over. This was not a one-time deal. This was the least likely woman to end up in his bed, in his house, or on the back of his bike, but it was happening. No fucking doubt about it. He was doing something he swore years ago he’d never do. Trax was claiming a woman again, and this time it was forever.
He caressed from her waist down her hip and under her thighs. He didn’t miss the shiver and soft moan. He clutched her thighs, slowly lowering her legs to the ground. She was bound to be shaky and unsteady on her feet, so he carefully took her weight. She leaned against the tree with her head bowed. Oh, hell no.
There was no room for hiding. He clasped her neck in his palm and angled her chin up to face him. This was a sight he’d lock away in his memory. She was completely flushed with a dazed, lazy look in her eyes. He didn’t wait for her to say anything. He pressed his mouth against her, kissing her intimately and slow.
She may have felt shy, but she returned his kiss with as much passion as he was giving. When she shivered again, he figured it had less to do with the kiss and more to do with being half naked on the ridge. The temperature had dropped, and the wind picked up. He reluctantly pulled away and bent down to retrieve his pants. Before she could do the same, Trax grasped the hem on her jeans around her ankles and lifted them. He dressed her and zipped her pants. He caught her dazed stare when he snapped her button.
The corner of her mouth curled. “Thank you.”
“Welcome.” He clasped his hand in hers, and they headed to the bike silently.
During the ride back, he sensed she tried to figure out how this would play out. She was too quiet, but she wrapped her arms around his waist and plastered her chest against him. Maybe she was just cold, or maybe she wanted to be close to him. He hoped for the latter.
He pulled up in front of her building and then shut off the engine. She gripped his shoulders and dismounted. They stood close as she removed her helmet.
She handed it to him with a shy smile. “Thanks for the ride.” Her cheeks burned red, and he smirked.
He stored the helmet in his saddlebag and then reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone.
“Gimme your phone.”
She eyed him suspiciously but reached into her bag.
“Put your number in mine, and I’ll do the same.”
