Three. They had three times at this.
And again, having not even done it once, he knew three would not be enough.
He tossed the other two onto the bedspread next to them, and ripped the one open, rolling it down his shaft.
He stroked himself a few times trying to tamp down some of the pent-up need. But looking at this woman prone on the bed with her gorgeous ass in the air, there was no hope for tamping down this burning desire.
“You ready, cher? Here I come.”
“Well, I hope not right away,” she teased.
On impulse, he gave her ass a little slap.
She gasped and moaned.
Perfect. She just might be perfect.
“I love this position,” she said. “And I love it hard and fast. Just so you know.”
Yep, perfect.
Zeke took his cock in hand and lined it up with her opening, pressing forward slowly. Damn, she really was a tight fit. But it felt like fucking heaven. He eased in, her pussy squeezing him.
She clenched around him with a gasp as he got about halfway.
“You good?” He realized he was gritting his teeth.
This was exquisite. And hell. He wanted to slam forward. But he also wanted to take his time. Not just because it felt so amazing and he wanted to draw it out, but because he truly did think he might hurt her.
“You’re so big,” she said, her voice tight. “Amazing.”
He was so glad she’d added that last word.
“You can take me,” he told her.
He’d meant to phrase it as a question, but it hadn’t come out that way. But he knew she could. Not just because her body was hot and wet and ready, but because of her confidence and attitude so far. She would’ve told him to stop. She would’ve changed things up. She would’ve pushed him away. That gave him the confidence to press forward two more inches.
She gave a long groan and leaned back into him. That made him sink in another inch.
“I bet you get your way with women all the time, don’t you?”
He huffed out a breath. He didn’t know why she kept surprising him. He supposed because she looked like a sweet little thing. Then she’d made him so easily feel like an ass about the goat and clearly not giving a shit he was bleeding to death by the side of the road. Now she was letting him fuck her and talking dirty to him in a way he hadn’t experienced before. She had been a surprise from the beginning. And he loved it.
His life was very routine, very predictable. And he liked that. He was living and working in the town he’d grown up in, surrounded by people he’d known since birth. Nothing happened to shake him up or to knock him off-kilter. Ever.
There were the typical storms and ups and downs of life, but he was enveloped by family and friends who helped him through all of it, and vice versa.
But this woman hadn’t been predictable for one minute and the only person getting rocked by it was him.
“I get my way a lot with pretty much everyone.” He decided to be honest, even though it was in-bed teasing.
She nodded her head against her arms on the bed. “Yep, I can see why.”
He eased in a little further, suddenly loving that this was taking a little time.
He reached around for her clit, but found her hand already there, her finger circling. Well, okay. That meant he could settle both his hands on her hips and hold on while he thrust the rest of the way into her.
They groaned together, and he hesitated for just a second, enjoying…everything about the moment.
Then he pulled back and thrust again. The third time she met his thrust, pushing back into him. She had one hand between her legs, but the other was now braced on the mattress, helping give her leverage.
Zeke had the dominant position here, but it definitely seemed that she was fucking him right back. They moved together like that for several minutes, their bodies slapping, the heat building, their moans and gasps filling the room. He felt her clenching around him and for some reason it hit him that he wanted to see her face when she came with him buried deep.
He pulled out and, even before she got her entire protest past her lips, he had flipped her to her back, pulled her off the bed, and pivoted to put her up against the wall. He leaned into her as she wrapped her arms and legs around him with a smile.
“Well, hi.”
“Hey, girl.”
He thrust into her and absorbed her gasp with his mouth as he kissed her deeply.
Her legs and arms tightened around him as he held her ass and thrust repeatedly. When he felt her tightening again, he lifted his head so he could watch. She let her head fall back against the wall and within a few strokes was clenching around him and crying his name. That fired his blood and he pumped deep three more times before coming with a growl.
He held her up against the wall as they both fought to bring their breathing back to normal. She stayed wrapped around him, seemingly content to be held against the wall this way.
When his skin felt a little cooler and he could draw a complete lungful of oxygen, he leaned back, taking her with him, and turned back to the bed. He lowered her to the mattress and headed to the bathroom to deal with the condom. When he stepped back into the bedroom, she was still lying on her back on the bed, one arm slung over her face. Her gorgeous body was spread out on full display. The two condoms still lay next to her and he was incredibly grateful he had more than one.
He climbed up on the bed next to her and stretched out along her side. She moved her arm and rolled her head to look at him. She gave him a smile. “I forgive you for almost killing that goat.”
He ran a fingertip down her body, from between her breasts to her belly button. Goosebumps broke out and she gave a little shiver.
“If you’re still able to remember anything about that goat, I haven’t quite done my job here.”
“You’re thinking you’re going to make me forget about the whole incident entirely?”
“I really think that might be in my best interest.”
She laughed and turned onto her side to face him. She ran a hand over his shoulder and bear tattoo, tracing some of the ink with her fingertip. “I think you should definitely give it your best shot.”
Then she surprised him yet again, by pushing him onto his back, climbing on top, and getting him all worked up again within minutes of one of the hardest orgasms he’d had in a very long time. This time she got to ride him cowgirl and reverse cowgirl, both of them getting their way.
Which was really the very best way to have mind blowing sex.
And as he fell asleep next to her, nearly two hours later, Zeke decided that maybe having his world rocked had been underrated all this time.
Jill left her hot, hunky one-night stand in bed. He didn’t even stir when she slipped out of bed, showered, and got dressed. He slept like the dead. Which was fine. But she did want to have a conversation with him about a possible new friends-with-benefits arrangement here in Autre.
She gave a little shiver of pleasure remembering the night before. It had been a long night but so, so worth it.
Zeke would be perfect for a once-a-month-or-so-scratch-each-other’s-itches setup. Clearly the guy scratched other people’s itches on a pretty regular basis. No one got that good without a lot of practice. But if he’d come over when she needed scratched, she was okay with that. Great even.
Other girls could watch movies with him and have dinner with him and…whatever else he wanted them to do. If he was into those other things. In fact, it would be awesome if he did that stuff with other girls. As long as he’d give her some more of what he’d given her last night.