Page 60 of Untamed
He stops, grabbing my ankles and spreading my legs for him.
“You’re trouble,” he says when my legs are spread and my lower half is now completely bare for him.
“You’re torture. . . .” My words are a whisper, but I know he hears it.
Grayer’s mouth twists, a half grin that fades quickly as his eyes drop. His fingertips move and squeeze my upper thighs as he groans, a low, throaty sound I want more of. When his hands fall away, he leans in, supporting his weight with his arms beside my head. His buckle presses against me when he does this, the cool metal causing me to jump. Moving his right hand, he scoots my hips down to the very edge of the bale, both hands now on my hips. “Are you going to let me do what I want to you?”
I nod.
He pauses, his eyes searching mine, waiting to see my reaction. My hands move to his chest and then his head, wanting to fist that beautiful golden-brown between my fingers. He lets me pull at his hair, trying to make him come forward, but then he stops, taking my wrists and pinning them down on the bale. “Don’t move.”
Pressing forward, his buckle grinds into me again. The hard metal has bumps and ridges that outline a cowboy on a bucking bull, and I never would have thought that could work.
But it’s Grayer Easton we’re talking about. He knows his way around a woman’s body and I’m his sinning soul waiting for him. Just when I think this can’t get any better, his lips are on mine, his elbows holding him up while my wrists are still trapped in his hold.
He grinds his buckle into my center. “You like that?” he asks against my lips, his sweet breath blowing over me.
I can’t even respond because while his question lingers, his movements dominate. He doesn’t stop moving my hips against his buckle. I’m fucking a belt buckle worn by a world champion bull rider.
I’m not sure what it is about Grayer and this, but everything is exactly right and the friction of the cool metal grinding against me is everything that I want. Writhing under his hands, I begin to move my hips on my own will without his direction. My body becomes possessed by his touch and I can’t get enough of him.
When Grayer comes forward, his chest is heaving with heavy breaths, giving me another angle. I kiss his rough and tense cheek, his jaw, and then his lips, anywhere I can access.
“That’s it . . . come for me,” he says, plunging his tongue into my mouth. The warmth starts low and it’s sudden, first a slow burn and then stronger, like the pop of a firecracker. Nothing about this compares to what I’ve experienced before. It’s crazy to me that the boys around here have nothing on Grayer Easton and he hasn’t even entered me yet. This orgasm is going to be the eight-second ride of my life for sure, maybe longer. Let’s hope for longer.
Grayer’s eyes are low, watching his buckle rubbing where it wouldn’t normally be touching me, moving me against him. When I start to shake against him, my heels dig into his ass, begging him to come closer, harder, anything to make this last longer.
He does.Oh God, does he.
His breath comes out in short gasps, much like mine, when he notices me getting closer. “You’re beautiful when you fall apart.”
“Oh God!” I scream, squeezing my eyes shut and throwing my arms around his shoulders. I hang onto him where I can, clawing at his skin.
His rough voice is low and tense as he whispers to me, “There you go. Come all over my buckle.” One hand moves from beside me, wrapping around the back of my neck and bringing his eager kiss to mine. He’s excited and his kiss shows me, wild tongue and frantic gasps telling me how beautiful the sight before him is.
My attention goes to the clanking of his buckle and then the faint sounds of his zipper.
Oh God, he’s taking them off.
He smiles at me, dirty and wicked, when he notices I’m watching him. He arches a cocky eyebrow. “You want me to take these off, right?”
I nod eagerly, knowing that me having an orgasm just off Grayer’s buckle must have gotten to him more than he’s willing to admit. It takes him longer than I would like for him to get his pants off and then he’s searching for the condom in his wallet.
“That was so fucking hot.” He pants, rolling the condom on.
“Have you done that before?” I ask, still trying to catch my breath. I can’t wait for him to get that condom on. I want more.So much more. I never want tonight to end.
“No, I’ve never done that.” He presses his erection to my center. He slides forward, between my folds, but doesn’t slip in.
I move slightly, but he holds me in place.
It’s obvious he’s in control here, not me.
“Stay there. I’m nowhere near done with you.”
He’s most certainly not.
Tracing my cheekbone with his fingertips, I know what he’s going to ask me. It’s in his eyes before his lips let the words pass through. “Are you sure?”
