by C. J. Welles
As he flicks open the button on his jeans, a dark patch of hair shows, telling me he’s commando underneath.
“Are you… Have you been commando all night?” I ask, my throat hoarse from the desire of seeing Nathan naked again.
“Well, I didn’t take them off in the men’s toilet and stuff them in my pocket,” he replies as he tosses his cell and wallet onto the end of the bed.
“Don’t be a smart ass,” I growl as I toss a pillow at him.
He laughs as it hits his chest then falls to the ground at his feet. Before he removes any more clothing, he kneels on the edge of the bed and grabs both of my ankles, pulling me down until my butt rests on the side of the mattress.
“I have one question before we go any further,” Nathan says as he removes my cowgirl boots and socks. “Hard and fast or soft and slow?”
“Ah, what is better?”
“They’re both good.” He undoes my jeans, and I rest my heels on the bed as I raise up, so he can pull my jeans down my legs. “Depends on what mood you’re in. But as it’s like your first time all over again, you have to tell me how you want it.”
I try to shake my head, as I don’t want to choose, but he’s pulling my tank top off, leaving me in just my matching boyleg briefs and bra set.
Nathan stands up straight at the end of the bed and looks down at me with fire in his eyes. “Holy shit, Jolene.”
“What?” I ask panicked.
“You’re just…”
“What?”
“Unlike anything I’ve seen before.” He runs his calloused hand from my ankle up to the apex of my thighs and dips his finger under the edge of my panties.
I try to keep still but fail when his finger dips between my lips, pressing on the little bundle of nerves that sends jolts of pleasure through my body.
“Oh, Jolene. The things you’re doing to me.”
To him? More like the things he’s doing to me.
I grip the comforter as Nathan begins rubbing my clit in little circles, gentle and slow. Every rotation of his finger causes more desire to flow through my body until it’s taking over my senses.
“Nathan, please,” I moan out in frustration when he doesn’t make a move to hurry things up.
Just when I think I’m going to have to push his hand away and finish myself, he replaces his finger on my clit with his thumb before he pushes two fingers inside my sex.
“Oh, God,” I cry out when he curls his fingers up, finding my g-spot. With the joined sensation from my g-spot and clit, I climax with a loud cry.
Pleasure washes over my body, taking me on a wave of need for more from Nathan. As I come down from my high, I see Nathan pushing his jeans down over his thighs. I rub my legs together, trying to dull the ache between my thighs as I watch him roll a condom down his length.
Goosebumps cover my body, and I feel giddy inside as Nathan bends, leaning over me and rests his elbows on the bed on each side of my head. The bed is high enough that he can still stand up between my legs while in this position.
“I can’t promise you it won’t hurt, but if it hurts too much, I’ll stop,” he murmurs into my neck near my ear.
I nod as he brushes his lips across my skin; making his way from my ear, along my jaw and to my lips. I wrap my arms around his neck, resting my hands on the back of his head, as we take pleasure in kissing.
Butterflies swarm in my lower belly as Nathan lifts up on his hands. I know what’s going to happen next, and for some strange reason, I’m more nervous than last time.
Lying still, I moan as Nathan grazes his hand down my stomach and between my legs where he inserts a finger into my sex briefly. Seconds later, I feel his erection probing at my entrance and panic as I fist my hands into his hair.
“Just relax, Jolene,” he mutters against my lips as he swipes his tongue along the seam of my mouth.
I let go of his hair and let my body relax; allowing the tension to dissipate. Nathan’s length slowly slides in an inch, stretching me a little before he thrusts forward. It’s nearly the same movement he made last time. Only this time, it barely hurts.
I think that’s why I was so tense. I was waiting for the pain like last time. Six years have passed since my previous sexual experience and as good as Nathan was, it didn’t last a long time.
“It feels so fuckin’ good,” Nathan growls after he breaks the kiss. “It’s just like coming home.”
“Ah-huh,” I moan in agreement.
Still standing, Nathan begins moving his hips back and forth, his erection sliding in and out of my sex gently.
In no time, I’m entirely relaxed and rocking my hips, matching his movements. “That’s it, babe,” Nathan groans against my skin.
Nathan continues to rock into my body, keeping control of the pace. Each thrust is timed perfectly; slow but hard, causing my body to jolt up the bed with each movement. Soon enough, Nathan has shifted and is kneeling in between my legs. He grabs my right ankle and pushes my leg forward, so my knee is resting on my chest. And holy hell, when he thrusts in next, I can feel him deep inside me.
Every stroke, every brush of his fingers across my nipple, each second our mouths are fused together in a scorching kiss adds to the pleasure that takes over my body in a tidal wave. It crashes quickly, and I’m not prepared. One moment I’m kissing Nathan with my arms wrapped around his neck. The next I’m tossing my head back and crying out his name as my arms slip from his neck to the bed.
Shot after shot of pleasure travels through my body, taking over my senses until I can’t hear anything apart from the blood rushing through my body. I can’t see anything apart from stars behind my closed eyes and the only thing I can feel is the soft sheets beneath my palms.
Coming down from my high, I blink once, twice, before Nathan’s face appears. He’s looking down at me with a devilish smirk, and so much heated desire in his eyes, it’s nearly enough for me to climax again.
“Shit, babe, that was hot,” Nathan says, his voice a husky growl. “Watching you come apart underneath me like that-” Slowly he begins rocking back and forth as he smiles down at me. “was nearly enough to make me come undone.” He grazes his lips across mine then along to my jaw where he bites down on my earlobe. “Your body reacts to every little touch.”
“That’s good?” I ask.
“Good,” he replies as he builds up speed, his groin slapping against mine with every thrust. “More than good. Perfect for delayed satisfaction,” he pants in my ear.
“Delayed satisfaction?” I ask with a moan.
“Yeap,” he groans as he thrusts into me one last time and stills. I wrap my arms around his back as his body shudders.
We lie together, our bodies slick with sweat, as we catch our breath. After a few minutes, Nathan rolls off me and removes the condom, tying it and tossing it towards the trash bin. He pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around my waist, and nuzzles my neck.
“Have you ever read books where the guy ties up the girl? Or where she’s blindfolded?”
I shudder, thinking of some of the erotic books I’ve read. “A few, why?”
“Have you enjoyed it?”
“Yes. Why?” I ask, really wanting to know why.
“Because it’s a thing I like to do.”
“You like to be blindfolded?” I ask as I sit up and look at his face.
His eyes widen. “Hell, no,” he growls. “But I want to blindfold you and watch as you squirm from me running ice across your nipples and down to your sweet pussy. I want you handcuffed to my bed while I fuck you from behind. I want to bring you to the brink of orgasm time and time again but hold off until you can’t take it anymore.”
“Y-y-you… Are you one of those dominates? But you just…”
“Fuck no. I’m not going to control you. I’m not going to whip you. I like to bring a little kink to the bedroom.” I squeeze my thighs together when desire sparks deep in my belly.
I nod my head as I lie back down. “I like that idea.”
“You know I’ll never hurt you,” he mumbles against my ear as he rolls me onto my front and kneels in between my legs. “I like to have a little fun. A little foreplay.” Nathan playfully snacks my butt. “Pull your knees up and raise your ass in the air.”
I do as he says then watch as he reaches into the bedside table drawer and pulls out my hot pink vibrator. My face heats and embarrassment fills me. “How’d you?”
“Jolene, there’s no way you didn’t have one of these if you’d only had sex once.” I hear my vibrator click on and if it’s possible, my cheeks heat more.
“W-why do you-u h-h-have…that?” I stammer out.
Holy shit. Not only does my boyfriend know I’ve used a vibrator, but he found and it and is currently sitting there playing with it.
I let out a yelp when I feel vibrations hit my clit and spread throughout my lower body. I turn my head around and see Nathan looking down at me. His entire body is dripping with sex appeal. His dark brown eyes are trained on my sex, and my belly flutters from the look on his face.
Nathan towering over my body like this and knowing he has the power to make me feel so much pleasure, makes my embarrassment flee.
“Are you ready?” he asks as he flicks his eyes to mine, a devilish grin sitting on his face.
I nod my head in agreement.
I moan as Nathan places the vibrator against my clit before sliding two fingers inside my sex.
“Does that feel good?”
I open my mouth, but no words come out. Only a whoosh of air before I let out a loud moan. I’m coming again. How am I having another orgasm so early?
“That’s it, babe,” Nathan says as he pulls his fingers from my clenching sex.
“Ah, oh, God,” I scream when he replaces his fingers with his shaft, plunging deep inside me.
“The people next door are going to hear you.”
“I don’t care,” I mumble into the sheets.
When Nathan makes me come four times in the next hour, I still don’t care what the neighbors hear.
***
Chapter 13
Jolene
“OH, GOD, I don’t think I can watch this,” I say as I turn and bury my face into Bryson’s arm. “Last time was bad enough.”
“He’s going to be fine,” Bry replies.
“I still can’t watch.”
“Jolene, he knows what he’s doin’. He’s been ridin’ broncs for as long as I’ve been ridin’ bulls” My body freezes as I hear Nathan’s name called and then the crowd cheering for him.
Last week, when I flew home to see my family, Nathan decided it’d be a good idea to enter the bronc riding again. He was meant to be going back to Madisonville with me, but his mom and dad were out of town. Then when Bryson strained his wrist when he came off a bull the wrong way, Nathan thought it would be better to stay with him.
It seems Nathan has a taste for being tossed around on a bronc because he’s doing it again this weekend.
“What’s going on?” I ask when all I hear is the crowd continued cheering.
“He’s just getting comfortable.”
“How the hell does one get comfortable on a bronc?”
Bryson laughs as he cheers on Nathan. “Don’t encourage him,” I hiss as I look up at him.
“Jolene, trust me. Nathan is the level-headed one out of the three of us Miller boys. If he wasn’t confident that he could do it, he wouldn’t.”
When I hear the chute gate open, and the crowd quietens down, I turn and face the ring. Like last time, I hold my breath for the entire eight seconds and pray to God that he gets out of there in one piece.
Finally, I hear the buzzer sound and Nathan jumps off in one swift movement. He throws his hat up in the air and catches it as the crowd cheers for him. As he walks toward the exit gate, his eyes roam the crowd, landing on me. A big grin appears on his face.
“Told you so.” I turn to look at Bryson, and he’s got a smirk on his face.
“Whatever,” I mumble in a joking way.
I look back to where Nathan is standing outside the ring and gesturing with his head in the direction of the car park.
“Looks like someone wants you,” Bryson says. “He’ll be heading towards the trailer.”
I get up and walk in the direction where I saw Nathan disappear.
*
Nathan
I PRACTICALLY JOG towards Bryson’s trailer and hope that Jolene knows where I’m heading.
There’s so much adrenaline surging through my body, and I need an outlet for it. My girl is that outlet.
Flinging the trailer door open, I climb the three stairs and kick off my boots next to the doorway. In seconds I have my vest, plaid shirt, and belt off, just in time to see Jolene walking through the door.
Her blue eyes widen and desire pools in them when she looks me up and down. Her mouth opens, but she doesn’t get a chance to say anything before I have her backed up against the kitchenette.
After tearing her tank top over her head, I push the cup of her bra down and suck her left nipple into my mouth while pinching the right between my finger and thumb.
She lets out a long, loud groan and I smile against her breast. I fucking love the sounds she makes during sex.
Jolene grabs my face between her hands and lifts it up, causing her nipple to pop from between my lips. “I was turned on while watching you out there, but I was too worried to notice it.” She slams her lips down onto mine. “Now, though, I’m one hundred percent focused on us and sex,” she mumbles into my mouth. “Please, Nathan, just… f-fuck me.”
I let out a loud tortured groan. Even with her hesitation in saying the word, she just made my dick hard as steel. It’s what snaps the last string that was holding me back.
Spinning Jolene around, I swipe my forearm along the small counter, knocking everything to the floor and making enough room. I unsnap the button on my jeans with one hand while I push on Jolene's back with the other until her chest is resting on the counter. Once I've got my jeans undone, I kick them off then focus on removing Jolene’s shorts. It only takes ten seconds tops, before we’re both naked.
I sink two fingers into her pussy, checking she’s wet enough. After removing my fingers, I hold onto her hips tightly and surge forward, burying my cock deep inside her.
Jolene lets out a whoosh of air as I begin to pump into her, hard and fast. Letting go of her hip with my right hand, I grab her hands from where they’re resting above her head and move them behind her back, holding them in place.
I’m not into hurting women, but I do love the idea of having some control over them in the bedroom. It adds spice to sex.
With the adrenaline still in my system and Jolene’s moans of encouragement, it’s not long until I can feel an orgasm building. It starts down in my spin and curves its way through my body. Just before my balls begin to tighten, I move my other hand around in front of Jolene and pinch her clit between my thumb and finger. She clenches down on my cock and yells out my name, and it’s the last thing that sends me over the edge. ‘
I toss my head back and groan as stream after stream of come flows through my cock and into Jolene’s clenching pussy.
I pump inside her one last time before I collapse onto of her, trapping her between myself and the bench.
“That was… worth the fear of watching you on the bronc,” she whispers.
I let out a loud laugh as I stand up and pull Jolene with me, causing my soft cock to slip from inside her.
“See, bronc riding has its benefits,” I reply as I grab her hand and lead her towards the small bathroom at the back of the trailer.
“The only benefits,” she mumbles.
“Jo, I wouldn’t go out there if I didn’t trust myself or the bronc.”
“Bryson said something similar,” she says as I switch on the water. “But you know what, every rider says that. I bet Xavier Howard said it as well and now he’s in a permanent wheelchair after a severe spinal injury.”
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nbsp; Once the waters warm, I step under the spray and tip my head back, letting the hot water stream over my face and down my body. “Jolene,” I say as I look over my shoulder at her as she steps in behind me. “If you seriously don’t want me to do it, I won’t.”
It’d suck, but I would do it for her.
I’d do anything for her.
***
Chapter 14
Jolene
I DROP MY bag on the floor in the hallway when I walk into our family home. “Mom, Dad, we’re here,” I call out, as Nathan and I head towards the kitchen.
It took seven weeks, but we’re both finally home together. The last time I came home, Nathan was in Chicago visiting a distant cousin. Then when Nathan came back to Madisonville, after being in New York, I stayed for a few extra days before driving straight through to Las Vegas.
“I don’t think anyone’s here,” Nathan states after we’ve walked around the house and found no one.
“That’s okay, it gives us time to settle in.” I grab my bags from the hallway floor then head to my bedroom.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been in here,” Nathan says as he looks around my room.
It hasn’t changed much since he was in here last. The One Direction poster is still up on the wall from when I had a major crush on them. Mainly my crush was on Liam Payne. The walls are still plain white, the same white they’ve been for ten years. I don’t much go on colored walls. I like to jazz a room up with accessories.
He walks over to where a desk is sitting in the corner of my room. “Look here,” he says as he plucks a picture off the corkboard I have on my wall.
I stand beside him and rest my cheek on his bicep. “We were so happy then,” I quietly say as I look at a selfie of Nathan and I. Nathan took it one night when we went to watch Jace play football at college. Nathan had his arm around my shoulders, and I was resting my face on his arm like I am now.
“We were happy then, but we are happier now.”
