Chapter 2 - Chase Me, Cowboy

My dick is so hard, I can’t think. If I had my head on straight, I would have stopped, because she is not someone I can just fuck around with. She’s likely going to be my best friend’s sister-in-law. If I cause problems with her, it could fly back in my face. And I’d like a good working relationship with the Maxwells.

Except…I really, really want to be inside this girl.

Fuck, it’s fine.

I pull her beneath me on her twin bed and sink over her body. Her mouth is soft, yielding. I kiss it gently until she lets me suck on the tip of her tongue. It tastes sweet and kinda familiar. My hips rock, grinding my cock against the inside of her thigh. She whimpers, and I wonder distantly why she won’t let me eat her out. I love eating pussy, and I haven’t been able to do it in so damn long.

But I respect her boundaries. Maybe it’s not something that normally feels good for her; I get that.

Gently, mouth still coaxing hers, I peel down her shorts. She kicks them off, and I ease her thighs apart, sinking between them.

It’s been a very long time since I found a warmth so comforting as her bare skin. I’ve always been a winter kind of man, from the north of Wyoming, currently living on the cold coast of Maine. I work out of Nashville, but my main home is pretty far out. When I’m not needed in person, I take my calls standing in my empty mansion, hung up on the side of a coastal hill, watching the cold rain lash down. It’s more my style, reminds me of growing up.

Between her thighs, I’m burning up in a whole new way.

“You like your pussy played with?” I murmur, breaking away to kiss down her neck.

“Yes, please,” she pants.

“Fingers okay?”

She nods, panting. I slide my fingers over the little mound and down to where she opens, soft and soaked and wanting. She gives the prettiest eye-roll I’ve ever seen. I want to make her do that again and again.

“Inside?” I ask.

“One at a time,” she moans.

Honestly, I wasn’t expecting her to be this wet. It makes things a lot easier. Touching her clit, I circle it, but stay off the most sensitive part. That, she can wait for. I like the idea of edging her, teasing her. There’s something about this girl that makes me want to push her buttons. That’s not normal for me. Usually I’m Mr. Serious—getting the job done, quick and professional, is my forte. Instead, I kind of want to poke, push, and pull. See what sets her off like a firework. I have a feeling there’s a little hair trigger on that temper. I’ve got a need to pull it.

Her lids flutter, turning her head to the side. I brush her throat with my lips.

“One at a time,” I breathe, sliding my middle finger in.

Her thighs twitch, sinking wider. I am brainless and horny the second her tight little pussy wraps around my finger and clamps down. I actually don’t give a fuck if I implode my life right now. I’ve slept around quite a bit in the past, but nothing has ever felt like the high of making Serena’s toes curl. It’s better than the couple times I thought I would do a line, but without all the side effects.

“You got real fucking big hands,” she says, hips jerking.

I flip my hand, finding her sweet spot.

“Thanks,” I say, enthralled. “You like this?” I stroke across the front wall of her pussy, to the little place that makes her whimper. “Or that?” up, flicking it.

“Oh fuck, that one,” she yelps.

“Hush,” I remind her, placing a hand over her mouth. “You want to get in trouble?”

She blinks, then shakes her head.

“Good girl, you be quiet now.” My finger keeps on going, and my thumb slides up to find her clit. I’m dying to get my mouth down there, but I respect that she doesn’t want it. At least not the first time.

She doesn’t stay quiet. I finger-fuck her, and she whines against my palm, spine rising off the bed. It doesn’t take all that long for her eyes to glaze and a pink flush to stain her cheeks. Her pussy tightens, clamping down. I couldn’t fit more than a finger in there right now. How I’m gonna fit my dick in is a problem for after she comes. I pull my hand back from her mouth and brace it beside her head and keep fucking, my thumb rolling over her swollen clit. Wetness drips down my fingers, to my knuckles. I’m sweating down the back of my neck.

“Come on, sweetheart,” I grit out. “Let it out, all over my hand.”

She locks, mouth open and silent. Then she shakes in waves. Her pussy pumps in short bursts. Her pleasure rolls in wave after wave until it slows. We’re both quiet. She peels her eyes open, breasts heaving. I ease my finger from inside, and it’s in my mouth before I know what I’m doing.

Her gaze widens. My dick throbs at the sweet, faintly tart taste on my tongue.

“Please,” she breathes.

She doesn’t have to ask again. I climb over her and unzip my pants, but before I get any further, I realize I can’t just go in.

“What?” she asks.

“No condom.”

“I have some. In the top drawer of the dresser.”

Surprised, I get up. It’s not my business to ask why she’s got a bunch of condoms in her bedroom. Sure enough, there’s a box of ultra-thins nestled in the drawer, amid copious amounts of pink lace underwear. I don’t know why, but it gives me a little bit of satisfaction that it’s still sealed. Working quickly, I open it and take a couple out. She’s waiting for me, propped up on her elbows. Her eyes glitter, wide and bright blue over her flushed face.

She looks like she wants to say something.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she whispers.

I hesitate, but she arches her brow, beckoning. I roll the condom on and slide between her thighs. She leans up, and I kiss her briefly, lifting one thigh. She’s very wet, but I hope it’s enough. We’ve got a bit of a size difference going on. Eyes on her face, watching every micro-expression, I guide myself to her pussy. The head slips in, and she gasps, eyes widening.

“All good?” I manage, shaking slightly.

“Yes.” She nods hard.

Gently, I work in a little further. She’s very tight, but she’s not tensed up out of discomfort. On the contrary, she closes her eyes, and her lips part, a little moan escaping.

The world is very quiet. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this gentle and slow. It’s never been necessary before. It’s clear she’s not too experienced. I doubt she’d admit to that, though. Carefully, I keep going until I’m fully seated inside her pussy, gripping me so tight it’s making fresh sweat break out across my back. We’re so close, I can almost taste her lips.

“You alright, baby?”

She nods again, barely. “Yeah, alright.”

Despite how enthusiastically we were just going at it, it’s clear she’s feeling very vulnerable. Maybe I am, too. I haven’t felt this raw around anyone when horizontal and naked in a while. I would kick that around a little longer, but honestly, I can’t think too clearly. All the blood is in my dick, currently being squeezed like a motherfucker.

Experimentally, I shift my hips. An inch in, an inch out.

“Oh,” she breathes.

“Feel good?”

“Yes,” she murmurs. “More.”

I won’t protest. Bracing my knee, I slide halfway out and thrust in. Her eyes roll back, and her hips lift. One leg curls around my lower back and pulls me close. That’s all the permission I need to start fucking her, being as quiet as I can. We both distantly know this is probably a bad idea.

This can’t continue.

But right now, I can’t stop.