Page 85 of Untamed
“What’s wrong?”
“My zipper is digging into my balls.”
“Oh,” I say, giggling.
After adjusting his jeans, he brings me forward again and I curl my arms around his neck threading my hands in his hair, my legs wrapping around his hips as he pulls me into him. Strong arms move around me and then his hands grip my hips. He groans when I rock against him, eager to have him inside me. His hands move and pull himself out of his jeans but pauses. “Goddamn it. I don’t have a condom on me. We used all the ones I had in my wallet.”
“Oh, uh, well I’m on the pill.”
“Okay. . . .” He’s hesitant and I know why.
“I’m clean, Grayer. I always use condoms.” Part of me thinks I should ask the same because of the girls I’ve seen at the arena today, but I don’t. I may hate myself for it later, but I let it go.
He nods, his only indication he’s okay with it. Moving quickly, he takes my jeans off and drives in deep, his muscles coiling in an effort to stay still. And then once he’s fully sheathed inside me, it’s fast and desperate, everything those looks told me this would be.
“You’re like a goddamn addiction,” he breathes against my lips. “I want to drive you crazy like you’re doing to me, but I can’t resist long enough.”
I moan into his embrace, melting around him, giving myself to him. It’s unlike anything I’ve experienced because he’s not wearing a condom and I can feel every inch of him inside me. Maybe it was the way I teased him on the bull, or the fact that I hadn’t stopped thinking about him theentireway here, but it certainly doesn’t take much and I’m already close.
Grayer growls, his eyes never leaving my face. He knows I’m close as his hips slam into mine even harder and I rock myself into him. His head drops forward, his teeth sinking into his lower lip, and it gets me. The sight is too much to bear and it sends shivers throughout my body.
His cock swells inside me, his body stilling and strained, shaking beneath me as my name on his lips falls in a strangled plea as he comes inside me. I can feel him pulsing, every jerk of his body, and his breath hot and heavy on my skin.
I laugh when he slumps against me, my back arching and my hands in his hair.
“Now what?” I chuckle, thinking we should probably move. I’m completely naked straddling him on a mechanical bull and he’s only in his jeans.
“Someday I’d like to get you into a bed,” he says, kissing my lips and then my neck.
“That might be nice.”
He hums in response.
And then I ask, timidly, “Have you donethatbefore?”
He shakes his head immediately. “Nope. Another first for me.”
The words give my heart a little tug.
