“Perfect for you,” I moan, as he leans forward and closes his mouth over my bra, flicking his tongue over the lace before sucking gently. It’s a sensation I can’t even describe. The warmth of his mouth pulling gently, the coarseness of the bra rubbing over my sensitive flesh—it’s the sweetest torture there is.
“God, baby, that feels—” My words are cut off and turn into a loud groan when his teeth sink into me and tug gently. It sends a bolt of need and pleasure through me, and I feel its effects between my legs where my body is already ready and desperate for him.
“Tell me, what does it feel like? Should I do it again?”
I nod my head and graze my nails over his skin, tracing over the dark lines of the tattoo draping off his shoulder and down his arm. “It feels rough and soft at once. And so, so good.”
He obliges with a cocky grin and leans forward, paying the same glorious attention to my other breast, drawing out a cry of pleasure when his hands find their way down my body and between my legs.
His fingers move in perfect sync with his tongue, rubbing and flicking, causing every bit of lace between us to become wet, from his mouth or my excitement. I reach for the back of his arm, holding on, gently caressing the triceps I know is still pulled, and then guide it down to his wrist and hand placed perfectly between my legs. I slide my fingers over his hand and slip them between his, linking them together, guiding his movements over me.
Chase
Our fingers move together over the damp, abrasive lace covering her, and her head drops to my chest, lips parted as she pants against me. She’s knows exactly what she wants, and she thinks she’s going to show me. But I know better. I want to drive her to the brink, then pull her back, tease her and make tonight last.
“Let me work our fingers over you,” I whisper commandingly to her, flipping our hands so mine is on top and in control of hers beneath it. “I know what you need. I’ll guide us now.”
She answers with a nod against my chest and her lips fluttering over my skin.
“Good girl,” I praise her with a kiss to the head. Then I clasp her fingers tightly between mine, and move them from where they are—where she wants them most—over her pert little clit, up to her waist and into her panties. “These really need to go now,” I mutter, as our hands move back down the front of her. We pass over the neat strip of hair leading back to her swollen nub, and just before we make contact, I lift our hands up just enough to pass right over it.
“You’re teasing me,” she whimpers, and grazes her teeth over my chest.
“I’m building you up in a way this will last and be fucking amazing,” I promise. She lets out a little huff against me, but doesn’t push back…yet. “Use your other hand to help me get rid of these,” I add, hooking my free hand into the string of her thong and sliding it down her leg, waiting for her to do the same.
“So bossy,” she says with a chuckle, then pushes the other side down.
“Now wiggle.” She looks up at me, eyebrows raised. “Just, trust me.”
Allie starts to wiggle her hips, and I move our hands back against her, causing her to wiggle right over our fingers, rubbing herself against our joined hands.
“Ohhh…” she sighs out.
If I thought the lace we just peeled off her was wet, it’s nothing compared to the slickness now coating our fingers, allowing her to rub herself over the ridges from my big fingers to her small with ease. I press our hands tighter to her and she grinds down, fucking our hands without a second thought.
She’s kneeling on the bed, legs spread, riding our hands while I guide them over her clit, her lips, setting a steady rhythm in time with her, and it’s so hot my dick is throbbing in my underwear, begging for relief of any kind. But this isn’t about me, yet.
“More,” she groans out, “Please give me more.”
“Don’t you come,” I say, moving our hands lower and slipping my middle finger over the top of hers. “Not yet.” I guide our fingers to her opening together, her smaller curling beneath mine, as we press into her. We move our fingers in, and I swear on all things holy, her walls start sucking us in deeper, squeezing and pulsing around us like they’ve been starved of attention for years.
“Jesus,” I groan out, “You’re so damn tight. Do you feel that? Do you feel how bad your pussy wants us to fuck it with our fingers?
“Oh God, Chaaase.”
“Not. Yet.”
“Pleeease,” she begs, and moves her other hand down my stomach, curling her fingers around my cotton-covered dick. “I need to, baby.”
“We’re going to fuck you together, now. Move your finger in and out with mine. Keep them together or it won’t feel as good.”
“O-o-kay,” she manages to agree.
I slowly pull my finger back, waiting for her to follow suit, until we are both slipping out of her, and then I move mine back in, starting out slow, in-out-in-out, until she’s gotten the pattern down. “Quicker now, until you can’t keep up with me. When the time comes, pull out and let me finish while you work your clit. Got it?”
She’s beyond words now, swallowing hard and nodding her head, breathing heavily as we start to pick up speed. Her other hand slips into the front of my boxer briefs and circles around my shaft, moving up and down it, driving me mad with need. I can feel the precum oozing from my tip, spurred on by her hot, delicate fingers moving over me. But her movements become inconsistent and shaky at best when we really get moving in her.
“God, Chase, I can’t, I’m so close… I can’t anymore…”
“Take your finger out, I’ve got you.” She slips her finger from her body and I can feel her slip it beneath my wrist and the heel of my hand so she can circle herself, add the last little bit of friction she needs.
“You can let go now,” I rasp in her ear, starting to move my finger in and out faster, curling it up in just the right place so I hit her sweet spot, the one that’s sure to make her explode.
Like a stick of dynamite, she does. Her release is so forceful, it’s rendered her soundless as her head and mouth fall slack against my chest. Her hand clenches around my cock, and her legs squeeze together, trapping my hand where it’s at. Her walls contract around my finger like a vise, holding me in place while a surge of warmth and her juices coat my hand beneath her.
“That’s what I wanted,” I whisper as I slide an arm around her waist. “Let go of my hand, Darlin’, let go so I can give you more.”
Her legs part just enough for me to pull my hand free.
“Oh. My. God,” she pants out. “That was…”
“I know.” I chuckle. “While I’m holding you steady, pull my boxer briefs down. I need in you, now.”
Her hands move shakily to my waistband and shove the constricting fabric down, allowing my cock to spring free. I use the hand she just came on and grip myself, stroking up and down, covering me with her release.
“Do that again,” she says, eyeing my hand moving over me.
I nod my head for her. “Lie down…”
She drops backward, falling to the bed and pushing her panties still around her knees off, allowing her the room she needs to widen her legs. “Touch yourself again, just outside, let me watch for a couple of seconds.”
Allie does as I say and moves her hand back down, touching herself, moving her fingers over the glistening flesh still wet from her release. I grip my length harder, sliding my hand up slowly, and groaning when her back arches into her touch, and her lips part on a sigh.
“Are you ready for me again?”
“God, yes. Hurry.”
I crawl up the bed and over her body, raising one of her legs beneath her thigh and spreading her wide for me.
“Slow will have to wait,” I warn her, lining myself up at her entrance. “I need to fuck you, hard, fast…”
“Stop talking and fuck me, then” she replies, catching me off guard and making me chuckle.
“Ask, and you shall…” I plunge forward, filling her in one, powerful
thrust, then groan out, “receive…”
Braced on my good hand, and holding her leg with the other, I use my position as leverage for my movements, and draw back, then surge forward again. She fits around me like the snuggest leather glove, designed only for me. I thrust with reckless abandon, our bodies pound together with each movement. Our pants and moans fill the room. She’s muttering and murmuring, but I can’t make out a single thing she’s saying. I’m too focused on the feel of her: accepting me, meeting me, moving with me, beginning to flutter and quake around me as a second release overpowers her. It doesn’t take long before the tickle starts in my limbs, too, building like an uncontrollable pressure as it moves down my spine and through my body.
“Christ, Allie, I’m—” It’s all I can manage to get out before the pressure is too much, and my release crashes out of me like a tidal wave, surging from me to her in long, forceful bursts.
“Holy shit, baby.” Her voice breaks through the haze of my release, and I smile down at her, letting her leg go gently, so she can put it down. “That was…what came over you?”
I lower myself to her body, laying my full weight on her carefully, making sure she can handle it, then respond, “You in that God damned lace thong.”
She lets out a laugh and moves her hand up into my hair, combing her fingers through. “I wanted to seduce you, instead I got…” her voice trails off.
“Thoroughly fucked?” I offer as a response.
“Yes. I got thoroughly fucked.”
I can feel the rumble of her chuckle at my word choice, and the pounding of her heart in her chest beneath my head, and her fingers are slowly raking over my scalp. It’s the most satisfying, content feeling on the planet. One that settles my mind just enough to start thinking. “Maybe we just—"
She grips my hair just enough to tilt my head so I’m looking at her, interrupting me before I can finish, “No…Don’t… Tonight is about us, just us. Okay?”
I nod my agreement, even though the thought floods my mind. Maybe this time will be the time…
“Chase?”
“Yeah, Darlin’?”
“I’m not ready to call it a night yet. I got hard, hot, and fast. I still want slow and steady…”
“Mhmm,” I agree, and turn my head in, kissing her chest like she always does mine. “Let me catch my breath first.”
She lets out a soft laugh and agrees, then moves her hand from my hair down to my back and rubs gently.
I will give this woman anything she wants, from now to eternity.
Allie
Having Chase home has been everything the girls and I have needed for quite some time now. He’s gotten work done here on the ranch, practiced a little, but let his arm heal a little, too. He’s spent time with Ava and Aubrey, and he’s put some time and focus into building our business here. Every night since the night after Ava’s accident has been spent locked away in our room, talking, or reacquainting ourselves with each other’s bodies and working for a baby, even though I won’t let him utter the words. I can’t take the letdown if I let him get excited about it again. I can’t take the letdown if I start to get excited again.
More than all that, though, he’s been present. Not once has he seemed ready to bolt out the door to chase the next ride and check.
For the past few days, his world ranking, and being the number one rider on the circuit hasn’t mattered at all. He’s been a husband and a father first.
It’s helped me calm down. I’ve gotten caught up on my stuff, and I think our girls are angels again, rather than the predecessors to Satan.
I’ve gotten sleep, albeit not as much as I could—given our late nights together—but it’s been better sleep than I’ve had in a while. I’ve loved having my partner back here with me. The girls have been well-behaved, and I haven’t had to be the “bad guy” when they have acted up. We’ve tackled all the problems together. It’s made a world of difference.
Ava is still suffering from headaches, and having him here to soothe and comfort her has been what she has needed most. Not once has she brought up riding, or rodeo. For either of them. It makes me wonder if her fall didn’t scare her a little more than we thought it did. She’s been content to watch movies, read books, score Aubrey’s gymnastics routines in the living room, and spend the evenings in Chase’s lap or at his side, watching sunsets and talking about swimming and being able to run and play when she feels better again.
“Hey, Chase,” I say, stepping out onto our porch where he’s been on the phone with Cody. “Can we talk about something?”
He looks up from the rocker and nods, tapping his thighs. “Pull up a seat.”
I move over and drop into his lap, feeling his muscles flex beneath me as we start to glide back and forth slowly.
“I’m worried about Ava.” I look out over our property, watching the glare of the sun dance across the windshield of his truck.
“What’s wrong with Ava?” His voice is tinged with concern.
“I think her fall scared her, more than she’ll admit, and I think she’ll be afraid to get back up on Lightning.”
I feel his fingers settle on my bare leg and squeeze gently. “What makes you think that?” There’s nothing there to make me think he’s just humoring me, or he finds this a trivial matter, and it makes me feel justified in bringing it up.
“She hasn’t mentioned riding or rodeo even once since we brought her home. When has she ever gone this long without mentioning either? She hasn’t even gone out to watch you practice…”
He lets out a heavy sigh and stops the chair momentarily, answering in a strained voice, “I’ve noticed. I was just hoping it was something she started to do before I got home.” Then we start rocking again.
I shake my head no. “Rodeo was a constant for her. She checked your standings daily. Multiple times a day. She’d ask for my phone just to pull up the site, then she’d give it back when she was finished.”
He lets out a chuckle. “Our child is not normal. You know that, right?”
“Chase!” I giggle.
“Listen, I’m just saying, even I do more on the phone than check my standings. She’s nine. Shouldn’t she be playing games or something else, too?”
Before I can respond, a warm breeze picks up and blows some dust our way, and he guides my head to his chest and tucks it beneath his chin so I’m breathing in him, and not the dusty air. He smells of sweat and the mahogany teakwood cologne I bought him. It’s addicting, and I don’t want to pull away yet.
“Enjoying your sniff?” he teases.
“Mhmm,” I respond against his neck, then nip at it playfully and pull back. “I love eau de Chase.”
“And now we know where Ava gets her weirdness from…” he says, too seriously to actually be serious.
I smack his chest playfully then focus my attention on the girls’ bikes in front of the porch. “Seriously, I’m worried about her.”
“We won’t let this fall hold her back. When the time’s right, we’ll get her back up in the saddle. And I’ll be right there with her, every step of the way.”
I look up at him and flip his baseball cap backward, so the brim can’t hide his eyes, and say very seriously, “You can’t make that promise. You’re gone a lot. And she’s not ready to get back up yet. Her head is still hurting her too much.”
He closes his eyes and presses his forehead against mine. “I’m making you that promise, Allie. I will be here for her when she’s ready to get back on Lightning. I won’t leave her hanging, and I won’t let her be afraid to the point that she gives up on her dream. Because I think riding really is her dream. Right?”
“What do you mean?”
“She’s not just doing it for me, is she? Like you did…”
I ponder his words silently, really thinking them over. My dad forced me to ride. I went along with it because it was a way for us to stay connected, but is that why Ava is riding now? She feels the same need to stay close to Chase, even if it’s by doin
g something she doesn’t want to?
“Tell me she isn’t just riding for me. To make me happy and to make sure I notice her.”
“No, baby, I don’t think she’s riding just for you. I think Ava loves everything about riding. She loves the control, the danger, the challenge. The fact that you’re one of the world’s best bull riders, and love rodeo as much as she does, is just a benefit to her loving it.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, whispering so quietly I almost miss it.
I take gentle hold of his face, making sure our eyes are locked, and nod my head slowly. “I’m positive. When we were at gymnastics with Aubrey the other day, she asked if I thought she could do what Aubrey was. It caught me off guard, honestly.”
“So how are you so sure now, then?”
“Because I told her she could do anything she wanted to, if she set her mind to it. All you and I want is for her to do what she wants to do, no matter what it is.”
“Good, that’s good.” He exhales, relieved, and leans forward to kiss me. “Did she say she wants to try anything else?”
I laugh. “Nope. She got that scrunchy faced look that’s so adorable, shook her head no, and said she would never stop riding because she loves it. And she made me feel a little insane for suggesting anything else.”
“Which is why you’re so worried she hasn’t said anything about riding since her fall…”
That’s exactly why. That and I know she’s going to need his help, and as much as he wants to, he can’t guarantee he’s going to be keeping that promise.
“That’s why,” I respond easily.
“If she really loves it,” he says with a smile, “she’ll get back up. I always have. It’s in our blood. It’s who we are.”
He’s so certain about it. His faith in our girls is unwavering, and it puts me at ease where Ava is concerned. If he’s that confident, I need to be, too.
“Speaking of riding,” he says, interrupting my thoughts, “Will you go for a ride with me tonight? We can pack up a little basket, head up to the lake, play some country music, maybe explore the bases a little…”
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