Turn and Burn (Blacktop Cowboys 5)

Lust returned to her eyes. “Oh. Good plan.” She spun around.

“Hang tight for a second.” He scooted until his ass was half off the seat. Her feet were by his hips, her knees spread wide outside his. He held his c**k at the base and aligned it with her soft, wet hole. “Reach for the dash.” Then he pushed into that tight heat. As soon as he was inside her fully, he brought his legs closer together.

Her head lifted and moaned. “I like this.”

“Thought you might.” He swept her hair aside, baring her skin. He dragged an openmouthed kiss from the ball of her shoulder to her nape. “Ride me, cowgirl.”

Tanna lifted herself off his c**k so just the head remained inside her. She pushed back, driving his shaft in fully. “How’s that?”

“Awesome.” He nipped her ear. “Use me however you need to. You’ve got the reins.”

She made a growling noise. Rocking back. Rolling forward.

Watching the sinuous movement of her body—bliss. Feeling her wet pu**y clamping down on his cock—such heaven that his toes clenched in his boots.

He spread his hand over her pubic bone, following her slit down to where they were joined. Coating his middle finger with her juices, he placed it on her clit, rubbing circles on the bundle of nerves as he kissed her back.

The windows had fogged up. The seat squeaked with her every backward thrust. The air was filled with harsh breathing and the perfume of sex. They were in their own little world and it was a damn fine place to be.

“Need it faster,” she panted.

“Like this?” he murmured, using short, fast strokes.

“Exactly like that. God, that feels good.”

Fletch captured her left breast. Pinching her nipple with the same rhythm he flicked her swollen clit.

Tanna gasped and threw her head back. Her cunt tightened in the sweetest, hottest pulses as her clit throbbed beneath his stroking finger. Her gasp became a long moan as the pleasure overtook her.

Her movements slowed and Fletch took his cue from her. Backing off. Caressing her skin with his hands and mouth. “You’re so sexy, Tanna. Goddamn. I could come just from hearing you come.”

She rubbed her cheek along his, the lower half of her body still. “How about if I help you with that?” She dislodged his c**k and turned around to face him, tucking her knees under his armpits. Bracing her hands behind her on his thighs, she propelled herself forward.

He hissed. “Sugar twang, that’s gonna do me in.”

“Good. Show me. Lose control for me.”

He bent closer, wrapping one hand around her nape to take her mouth, the other hand on her ass, urging her to move faster. Her upper torso was arched so that her ni**les only brushed his chest every other roll of her hips. As hot and sexy and necessary as this quickie was, he wanted more of this. Wanted her arching and writhing beneath him. Her strong hands gripping his ass as he f**ked her mindless. Her breathy moans hot in his ear as he teased and tortured her, bringing her to the edge again and again.

Those images, along with the deep, steady thrusts, and her fingernails digging into his thighs pushed Fletch to the point he didn’t have another coherent thought in his head as he exploded in a white-hot burst of pleasure.

Little nips to his jaw returned him from the hazy state of postorgasmic stupor.

Tanna whispered, “Well, that took the edge off.”

He laughed against her throat. “You up for more?”

“Mmm-hmm. No goin’ back, remember?” She arched her neck, giving him full access. “Come home with me. Stay with me all night. And tomorrow. We won’t have to get out of bed at all.”

“Sounds like heaven.” He didn’t break the mood by warning her that he could—and probably would—get called away at some point.

She sighed and purred as he nuzzled the vulnerable skin below her jaw. “I don’t want you to stop doin’ that. Sweet baby Jesus, that mouth of yours is deadly. But I’m getting a cramp in my calf.”

“So dismount.” Fletch kissed the tip of her chin.

“Help me.”

He clamped his hands on her ass to stabilize her. Why he held on to her ass and not her back to accomplish that task . . . well, he really loved her ass. Especially her naked ass.

She scrambled into the driver’s side. Before she asked for her clothes, he handed them to her and kissed her bare arm and palmed her breast.

“Unless you want the next go to happen in my truck again, you’d better stop touching me.” She snatched his wrist and rubbed his knuckles against her nipple. “I do like these big hands of yours and can’t wait to have them on me again.” She smooched his knuckles. “And again.”

Christ. He was getting hard. “Soon enough. Do you have . . . ?” He pointed at his crotch.

“Yep.” Tanna passed him a napkin from a fast-food joint.

After ditching the condom, he righted his clothing. He glanced over to see her tucking in her shirt. “So, I’ll meet you at your place?”

She frowned. “I know you can’t leave your vehicle here with all the horse tranquilizers and stuff, but why doesn’t it sound like you’ll be right behind me?”

“Oh, I plan to get behind you at least once tonight.” He grinned. “But first, I’m goin’ back in to make sure the Mud Lilies gals have rides home. They really seemed to be ripping it up tonight. That worries me.”

“You’re telling me,” she muttered. “And it’s sweet of you to be concerned about them.”