by Joanna Blake
His hands relaxed and he slumped against the wall. I took my time licking him clean while he shook. I kissed his balls and smiled up at him.
He looked awestruck. I'd never seen him look anything but serious. But I could tell I'd impressed him.
"Are you sure you haven't done this before?"
I shook my head, smiling.
"You're the first. Did I do alright?"
He looked at me and shook his head.
"Babygirl, you're a natural."
Chapter Nineteen
Clint
I called out tricks and Phoenyx performed them flawlessly. We ran each trick in her routine at least ten times, going from the easiest to the hardest. Then we ran the whole routine front to back another dozen times. Just to be sure.
I couldn’t stop worrying about her. It was worse than before. I had to make sure my girl stayed safe as kittens when she was in the saddle, and out of it.
I clapped as she walked out of the ring at noon.
"Well done."
She blushed shyly and ducked her head. She was being such a good girl. It was cute that she was being bashful after she'd sucked the chrome off my cock less than twelve hours ago.
I stepped closer, loving this side of her. She had been shy, sweet, and submissive since the moment I got her knickers off. I couldn’t be happier.
Hell, all her sides were adorable. Even the feisty ones.
"How do you feel?" I asked, my voice low and husky. She did things to me, getting me riled up without even trying. She shrugged and looked up at me. The breath caught in my throat at the hot, hungry look in her eyes.
Holy hell.
Having my woman match me in the lust department was a shock to the system. She wanted me as bad as I wanted her. Which made it all that much harder to control my bottomless lust for her.
I could tell she was feeling amorous. I'd been pleasantly warm before. All of a sudden, I was hot and bothered.
I swallowed with an audible gulp, realizing I had created a monster. My girl was just as eager as me for a little love tussle. With her looking at me like that, my noble decision to wait until she'd ridden tomorrow to have her again was going to be much, much harder.
Damn near impossible.
"Well, damn! You look good enough to eat. Maybe, I'll just take a little nibble…"
I couldn't seem to keep my hands off her. I lifted her fingers to my lips, nipping them softly. She opened her mouth, watching me hungrily. I felt my cock lurch in response.
"Phee – we have to be on the road in a half an hour. And tonight you have to rest."
She looked disappointed. Hell, she couldn't be half as disappointed as I felt! I chucked her chin.
"Trust me, that's not what I want either. But I need you safe and alert out there, you hear?"
She nodded, stealing a look up at me. Maybe we could have a little quality time before her bedtime. Our hotel rooms were right next to each other, after all. I frowned. That didn't sit right.
She should be in my room, in my bed.
Every damn night, if I had anything to say about it.
I knew I wasn't going to be able to keep my hands off her all night. It was a damn near impossibility. There was no point in fighting the inevitable now, was there?
I stepped closer and lowered my voice, not letting on that I was being selfish.
"Maybe we could spend a little time together tonight… or even share a room. But only if you promise to get some rest."
"Share a room? You mean…"
I nodded.
"We can have a little playtime. As long as you go right to sleep when I say so. You have a curfew on competition nights, young lady."
She gave me a dazzling smile and my heart leapt in my chest. My cock jumped up and did a little dance, too. I knew I had to be gentle with her but maybe if we got lucky, and didn't hit any traffic, we could have a nice long afternoon and evening in bed together… I decided that room service and a little foolin' around wasn't going to hurt anyone.
As long as she was snuggled up in bed by ten.
With me.
I had an idea that would get us both through the long ride. Another lesson for my sweet, little, recently plucked woman. I grinned, squeezing her hand.
"You sure you aren't sore, sweetheart?"
She nodded again, clearly having no idea what I had in mind.
"Come on."
The stables were deserted thankfully, so no one noticed me pull her into the tack room and shut the door. There was a lock on this particular door, which is why I'd chosen this spot. Plus, it was one of the few rooms that had someplace to sit that wasn't prickly hay.
I didn't want my lady to be uncomfortable while I fucked her senseless.
I shoved a chair up under the knob for good measure.
Then I looked at her.
Phoenyx was staring at me with unconcealed lust. Her lids were heavy and her pupils dilated, making her huge eyes look even larger. I could see her gorgeous nipples puckering up through her shirt. Damn. I had a good idea that I looked just like her, too. It was impossible to hide the way I felt about her. I don't know why I'd ever bothered to try.
I realized that anyone who saw us together would catch on right quick, too. That could cause a bit of a scandal in the horsing community. I didn’t give a toot about my own reputation, but I wouldn’t let anyone besmirch my sweet girl’s good name.
I better make it official then.
And soon.
I walked towards her and lifted her right up into my arms. Her feet dangled and I carried her to the wall. I pressed her up against it.
And pounced.
My teeth grazed that soft lower lip that had been driving me nuts all day. For weeks really. Hell, I think I wanted to bite that lip the first time I'd even seen a photo of the girl.
She groaned and arched her back. I cursed as her chest pressed into mine. I wanted all of her clothes off, dammit. I wanted to see every inch of her, and touch and taste her too.
But there wasn't enough time.
We kissed frantically as I got our shirts just open enough so we were skin to skin. I pulled her bra up and her perfect breasts bounced free. I couldn't resist kissing those lovely tits of hers as I prepared for what was next, unbuckling my pants, and hers.
The main event, with just a little bit of preparation.
Me and my girl were about to have ourselves a quickie.
Chapter Twenty
Phoenyx
I stared at the rough wooden wall, gripping the edge of a horse blanket with all my might. I was making little mewling sounds like a kitten. It wasn't dignified but I couldn't help myself.
I was beyond all help.
And all redemption.
Behind me, Clint was kneeling on the floor of the tack room with his head buried between my thighs. He'd explained that to properly have a quickie, you couldn't actually remove any clothes. Shoes had to stay on, so skirts were preferable.
But in this case I was wearing jeans. He was grinning when he told me that meant I was going to have to bend over.
I felt oddly exposed, with my shirt open and my jeans and panties around my knees. Clint knelt behind me, his hand on my bare ass and his tongue dancing over my tender pussy lips.
I was a little sore, but I hadn't wanted to tell him that. I knew he wouldn't give me what I was after if I did. I could hardly think about anything else other than getting him alone again so we could roll around together.
I wanted another lesson in lovemaking.
I wanted him.
Why the hell had I waited so long to try being with a man? It was way more fun than I'd anticipated, whenever I'd wondered about the opposite sex. But I knew the answer before I even finished the thought.
I'd been waiting for him. Clint was the man for me. And he was a man. I’d needed to grow up just a little bit more before someone like him would look twice at me.
But, good lord, he was worth the wait.
Clint's tongue danced all ov
er my outer lips, teasing me until I was rocking back against him. He chuckled and reached forward to strum my clit like a banjo. I moaned loudly, getting close to coming.
Then he pushed his tongue inside me.
I screamed into my hand, trying to muffle the sound as I came. He didn't ease up for a second, pushing his tongue in and out of me like he had with his cock. My convulsions were so violent, I nearly feel over. But just like the time in the shower, Clint was there, holding me steady while he pleasured me. I was still shaking when I felt him stand up behind me.
He rustled with the condom for a hot minute and then his hard cock was pushing against me. We both groaned as he slowly pushed his way inside. He cursed, his hands clenching where they held my hips.
"Sweet mother of Christ! Nothing on God’d green earth should feel this good, Phoenyx.”
“Hmmm… don’t stop.”
“One thing at a time, baby girl,” he moaned, his voice rough and distracted. “Have to… make sure I don’t hurt you.”
Clint was holding perfectly still, letting my body adjust. I could sense him fighting for control. The faint soreness I'd felt all morning was gone.
I wanted to move.
I wanted him to take me.
Hard.
I squeezed down on him instinctively and he cursed again, driving the rest of the way into my body. I realized I could control my muscles down there and started to match his pace. Every time he pushed inside me, I clenched down on him.
"Oh Christ Phee– oh darlin’– don’t!”
“Don’t do what?” I asked breathlessly.
“You are surely going to kill me with pleasure,” he hissed, his hand snaking forward to tug on my hair.
He stopped talking and started grunting instead. For a while the only sounds in the stables were our heavy breathing and his guttural sounds of pleasure. I was getting close again when he reached down and started playing with my clit.
His other hand clamped over my mouth as he fucked me right through the biggest orgasm of my life. I doubted anyone anywhere had ever come that hard. Something about the way he filled me from behind– and my extreme sensitivity– it was too much.
I was slumped over, my cheek against the folded saddle blankets as he fucked me. He was murmuring nonsensical words of encouragement but I barely heard him. My pussy was still convulsing. My knees were still weak. My body was on autopilot. I felt like an animal, an actual animal who only wanted one thing, and I loved it.
"That's it darlin’– yes– oh lord– you feel so damn good babygirl–"
His hands held me in place as he started to go faster and harder. I felt him expanding inside me and knew he was close. His hands got busy again and I realized that even though I was still coming, he wanted to make me come again.
He wanted me to come with him.
I screamed again. This time there was nothing to muffle the sound. He cursed and froze, then started bucking wildly as his cock pulsed hot and heavy inside me.
It seemed to go on forever.
I was still shivering when he pulled out and bent down to give my hip a tender kiss. I moaned as he slipped his finger inside me.
"Are you still coming, sweetheart?"
It was too much pleasure. I couldn't have formed a coherent word, let alone a coherent sentence. I moaned, sounding like a wild animal.
He laughed and fiddled around behind me. I realized he was getting dressed. But then he was back, sitting and pulling me into his lap, with my back against his chest.
"I'm not done with you quite yet."
He pushed my jeans down even further so they were around my ankles. Now he could spread my knees wide. He started playing with me– stroking my pussy with one hand while he toyed with my nipples with the other. I was begging for release again after just a few minutes.
It seemed I could talk after all. I couldn't quite believe I still had another orgasm in me. I could feel it building, getting bigger, but I couldn’t quite get there. I was so close it felt like I could reach out and grab it.
But I needed his help.
"Please Clint– Oh please–"
He clucked his tongue.
"I like you like this. All soft and womanly." He bit my neck, his breath fanning my ear. "I can see this is the best way for me to win arguments going forward."
I felt him shift his package. He was hard again. I wanted him inside me again. I whimpered, rubbing my backside against him.
"It's too bad we don't have time for a double. Sort of defeats the purpose of a quickie now, doesn't it?"
I was panting as I agreed, having no idea what I was saying. I just wanted his hands to work a little faster. To stop teasing and take me over the edge.
He chuckled knowingly and kissed my neck, playing with both my nipples now. I told him to put his hand back where it belonged and he bit my earlobe.
"Don't tell me what to do babygirl. Now I'm going to make you wait just a litttttle while longer…"
I whimpered as he toyed with my breasts, my hips rocking against his thigh. Minutes ticked by as he teased me until he decided to take advantage of the situation. He started making demands. I was helpless. I started promising him all kinds of things.
He asked me if he could pick out my panties every day and I said yes.
He asked if I would let him in my bed every night and I said yes.
He asked if I would be a good girl and do every damn thing he said, in and out of the ring from now on.
Lord help me, I said yes.
"That's just what I wanted to hear."
I moaned as both his hands finally slid between my thighs. One thick finger pressed inside me while the other circled on my clit. For all his talk of quickies, he seemed to be in no hurry. I was already so sensitive, and his touch was so light, that I felt like one big nerve ending.
I felt like I was going to lose my mind if he didn't fuck me.
"Please Clint…"
"Hmmm it's a long drive to the hotel. Maybe I should just let you stew… wonder how good it would be by the time we got upstairs?"
"No! Please, no! You promised!"
"I did? It seems to me you were the one making all the promises…"
He kissed my ear and his fingers moved a little faster. He slipped a second finger inside me and I circled myself on it eagerly. He pinched my nipples and ran his tongue over my neck. I wanted more though– I wanted–
"Ahhhhhh!"
I came the moment his finger brushed my clit, thrashing on his lap like a crazy person. Being exposed like this, while he was dressed, coming all alone, while he was already finished… It felt so illicit.
So dirty.
So good.
Clint helped me dress and lifted me into his big strong arms, murmuring soft words of praise the whole time. I was smiling sleepily as he carried me to the car, buckling me into the passenger seat like a child. He even draped a blanket over me. Some of the fellas helped him hook up Apollo's trailer while I dozed.
He loaded some drinks and ice into the cooler in the backseat and got in. He pressed a quick kiss to my forehead and started the engine.
I snuggled onto my side, feeling safe and warm and protected. Everything was going to be just fine. Tonight, I'd sleep in his arms. I would make Clint proud tomorrow.
Tomorrow, was my first competitive ride of the year.
Chapter Twenty-One
Clint
Focus Clint. Precious cargo on board.
It was hard, though. It was a long drive and my body was reacting to her nearness, just like it always did. It didn’t matter that I’d just had her. I’d been just as eager for round two, and had to hold back.
Maybe even more eager. Was that even possible?
I reached out to touch her for the hundredth time, careful to keep my eyes on the road. I tilted the rear view mirror to take a peak at sleeping beauty. Phoenyx was dozing beside me, her breath rising and falling gently. With her red hair spread out and her rosy cheeks and pink lips, she looked like an an
gel.
My angel, dammit.
I could hardly believe she was real.
I was happier than I could ever remember being in my life. But I was also more terrified. Now that she was mine, I had to make sure to keep her safe. And make sure she didn't change her mind about wanting me. Ever.
Hell, I needed to tie her ass down.
I grit my teeth. I'd never been the marrying kind, and now all I could think about was Phee in a white dress. Phee in my bed. Phee holding my baby.
I wanted the white picket fence and everything, dammit. And I wanted it now.
My stomach clenched. I wanted this to stick. But Phoenyx was so young. I was ten years her senior. I had no idea if she'd wake up one day and start calling me a dirty old man. No idea if she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I had one advantage though. I grinned to myself, thinking wicked thoughts.
Well, three.
My hands, my mouth and my cock.
Oh yes, Phee seemed to like those things about me just fine. I'd just have to keep her satisfied– or unsatisfied– depending on how ornery she was being. She'd stick around for sure if I was playing her fiddle right.
And I was a damn fine fiddle player.
Maybe I wouldn't ask for the girl's hand in marriage. Maybe I'd just tell her while in the throes of passion. I knew she wouldn’t argue or talk back when we were in bed. It wasn’t a bad idea. In fact, it was brilliant. I wa a genius, I thought smugly. Phee might argue when we were talking horses, but when we were in bed, she was much more compliant.
Submissive, even. And damned if I didn’t like it.
I'd wait until she was screaming my name and then I'd just let her know I was making this permanent. I'd make no bones about it. When a man and a woman meshed together as well as we did, there was no other course of action. It was right as rain. There was no need for discussion. No need to do the whole proposal deal. I wanted her locked down, without all that flowery nonsense they talked about in movies and romance books.
