Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“Now,” I demanded, but the maddening man flopped next to me instead of getting his dick in my ass like I’d commanded.
“You on top.” He pulled my arm, encouraging me to move. “You can control it better for your first time.”
Huh. Hadn’t considered that idea, but now that he’d made the suggestion, I liked it plenty. My dick gave an eager pulse as I straddled his thick thighs.
“Ride ’em, cowboy.” I chuckled. My turn to tease. I took my sweet time lubing his cock and grinding against his thighs until he was the one moaning.
“Please.”
“Reckon I could.” I upped the country drawl just to make him laugh. But I could only take so much laughing before my own need won out. I rose up over his dick, using a hand to steady it.
“Go as slow as you need,” Jude urged.
Fuck that. I wanted fast, and I wanted now. I lowered myself down with control, but plenty of speed, only pausing to gasp once I was fully seated on his dick.
“Good?” Like Jude needed to ask, but I was a bit too preoccupied to stick my tongue out at him as he deserved, especially when he got a hand on my aching dick.
“Fuck yeah.” I rode him, cautiously at first, then faster and faster as my ass adjusted. He was thick and heavy inside me, the best sort of pressure, igniting nerve endings from my rim to that spot, a never-ending loop of pleasure. The more I rode, the more he stroked.
“Think you can come this way?” Jude asked like my leaking dick wasn’t a dead giveaway.
“More like can’t not.” I probably wasn’t making the most sense, but I got my point across by riding him harder, thrusting into his hand.
“Do it,” Jude encouraged, running his thumb across my cockhead.
“Want you to go too.” I was willing to hold off if it meant him coming along with me, which had fast become one of my favorite things.
“I will.” Jude patted my ass with his free hand. “Don’t worry about me. Just ride.”
“Giddyup.” I half moaned, half laughed, with the moan winning out as Jude stroked me faster. “Fuck.”
He wasn’t playing around, jacking me exactly how I liked. That, combined with the new sensation of him in my ass, all that targeted pressure right where I wanted it most, had me climbing higher and higher until I couldn’t hold off a second longer.
“Jude.” This time his name was less plea and more prayer as I came all over his fist and belly. The orgasm hit different from normal, resonating deep in my ass, making me clench over and over as the climax fried all my senses. Hell, I swore I could see sound and hear colors.
“Oh fuck.” Jude’s eyes went wide with surprise as he bucked under me. I rode him through my orgasm, determined to get him there, and he came on a shout while my dick was still pulsing in his hand.
I let us both float back to earth for a moment before I grinned down at him.
“I win.”
Jude wrinkled up his face, adorably confused. “The race to orgasm?”
“You.” I gave him a sound kiss before disentangling our bodies and collapsing next to him, my head on his chest.
“Hey now.” Jude prodded my shoulder. “No napping, or your brother will come hunt you down.”
I let out a prolonged yawn and snuggled in harder. “Willing to risk it.”
“I’d rather he find out about us without being worried you ran his truck into a ditch.” Jude kissed my forehead.
“Fair.” I groaned, reluctantly raising my head off his chest. “I can tell him?”
“Yeah.” Jude gave a slow nod. “Unless you want to do it together?”
“Nah.” I shook my head. Jude was already far too anxious. We didn’t need to do a formal tell-the-family thing. I simply wanted to stop hiding in all aspects of my life. “Rather get it out in the open.”
“Okay. I’ll leave it to you.” Jude pulled me close for another kiss, but his eyes stayed wary.
“We good?” I asked after he released me.
“Never better.” He smiled, but I wasn’t sure I believed him. Or rather, we were certainly in a better place than two hours prior, but we still had a ways to go to settle into a normalcy around being a couple.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Jude
I had no idea how to be part of a couple, and the week after I made up with Carson hammered home my lack of relationship experience.
“I feel like a kid picking you up for junior prom,” I complained as Carson climbed into my truck. He’d darted from the bunkhouse to my truck, but it had been more than enough time for multiple faces to appear in the ranch house’s windows. I spied Colt, Maverick, and at least one of the teen girls looking on.
“You rather go in? Say hi?” Carson gave me an expectant look.