Sexual Expression (Contemporary Cowboys 2)

“Thank you,” she said, unscrewing the lid. “We usually keep everything freshly stocked here.”

He smiled and an uncomfortable silence followed. After a few sips she said, “I take it everything was quiet through the night?”

“As far as I know.” He stuffed his hands in his slacks and it was then that she noticed the shimmer of his polyester pants. More than the style and type of clothing he wore, she couldn’t help but notice the thick bulge snuggled between his thighs.

She inhaled deeply, breathing in the undeniable smell of aroused male, the spicy rich cologne he’d worn the night before still scenting his skin and making him all the more appealing. She sensed his excitement in the way he smelled, in the way he looked at her with lust in his eyes.

To add to the noticeable factors, his length was easily seen under the thin layer of his leather knock-off choice. Like every other Blazier she’d seen or experienced so far, Liam’s length ran halfway down his upper thigh and he sported a long rigid cock. And she wanted him. She wanted that closeness and longed to wrap herself in his arms and just hang on to the intimacy for a little while.

The reasons, she believed, were a mix of emotions Liam had long since stirred inside her, but more than anything else it was his goodness. Liam was a wonderful man, a descent person, and she wanted to know what pure goodness felt like.

“Are you cold?”

Obviously he was about to make this very easy for her. She nodded, scooted up and tilted her head at the space behind her then.

His eyes flashed with heavy-lidded lust, the kind of lust a woman could read appropriately because she’d seen it, experienced it, and been on the receiving end of desire as well.

As soon as he sat behind her, she scooted against him and rested the back of her head on his shoulder. He seemed uneasy at first, as if he didn’t know exactly how to approach then. Seconds passed. Minutes.

Finally, he wrapped his arms around her and rested his forearms right under her breasts. “Is that better?” He was testing the waters then.

She was used to that. Trials and continual tests. Sometimes she felt as if her life had been a series of both.

“Much better,” she whispered, pushing her hips against his rigid cock, feeling that pulse from his shaft, the quick twitching of his dick at her bottom. “Are you better?”

“No, Coco,” he whispered at her ear. “Not yet.” The hunger was there, laced in his voice like a tightly strewn dose of pure masculine need.

“What can I do to make you better?” She tilted her head to her shoulder and he was there, right there waiting.

He tucked his finger under her chin and lifted her mouth to his. He then introduced the sweetest of kisses, the kind of kisses a woman remembered, longed to have, longed to keep, the kind of kisses that made a woman’s knees tremble, her hands shake.

She was indulging, loving the attention, the way he didn’t seem to rush her, didn’t seem to concern himself with the fact that at any given point they could be interrupted. Someone could stop them.

He clasped his hands under her breasts then and shifted them back and forth, rubbing her fullness, raking over her hardened nipples, arousing her with every touch. His cock lengthened, stretched out for her and in that moment, she was his.

She could’ve predicted the immediate future. Even before he asked, even before he made the next move, she’d already reached the decision.

The day had finally arrived when she would take what Liam had often offered without regret, without questioning who might find out or who might care.

She cared. She cared about

Liam and he cared for her as well.

Brandon had dismissed her. He’d refused to share her willingly as a sub so he’d freed her and in essence, freed himself as well.

She now had opportunity. She could explore these feelings she had trapped inside her body, confined to her mind beside the fantasies that had always intrigued her.

“Make love to me, Liam,” she whispered, feeling him tighten behind her.

Instead of waiting for him to move first, she faced him. Pulling up the dress she’d worn to the club the night before, she unsnapped her convenience panties, a design Brandon had special ordered for moments like these, when positioning was an advantage if clothing didn’t present obstacles. If he later walked out and caught them, he’d likely find a certain level of amusement in the lingerie he’d once called out as practical.

Liam’s breath was hot and heavy at her ear. He held the side of her head to his mouth, telling her how much he wanted her, how he’d longed for her, dreamt of this moment, needed her, and the sentiments continued.

She unzipped him, pushed her hand in his boxers and grabbed hold of the hot block of manly flesh. His shape was unusual in that he was square and wide at the top, wide at the base and smooth and thick in the center length. She was now dying to feel him pressing inside her, fucking her, taking her in the manner in which he’d said he’d wanted to take her for far longer than he could remember.

“God bless, you’re killing me here,” he whispered, his mouth crashing down on hers then.

“Oh Liam,” she whispered, pulling back and lifting her breasts against his face, realizing the design she wore was too tight to give him access but turned on all the same as his tongue whipped across the fullness of her chest and she slid down on his cock.