Saddled and Spurred (Blacktop Cowboys 2)

The tiny part of her brain not lost in foggy pleasure wondered if he’d get his orgasm first, then worry about hers.

“Widen your legs a little,” he urged thickly against her throat.

She arched slightly, allowing her thighs to spread.

Then Bran rearranged his stance. The top of her pubic bone connected with his groin in the exact spot that rubbed her clit.

Harper gasped.

He chuckled and let his open mouth slide down the tendon straining on the side of her neck. “Like that, do you?”

“Yes. God. Yes.”

Bran stopped thrusting and left his c**k buried deep, shifting his hips side to side, keeping constant contact with her clit. He scattered firm-lipped kisses across the slope of her shoulder, while his fingers squeezed her butt cheeks to the same rhythm as his hip movements.

Sweet Lord. Who knew the man could move like that standing up?

She dug her nails into the back of his neck. Her head fell against the wall as she let his heat, his hardness, and his expertise push her closer to that elusive point of throbbing orgasmic goodness.

“Fly apart for me,” he whispered as he nuzzled the tops of her br**sts. “I’m right behind you.”

“No. You’re right in front of me.”

“Smart-ass. Next time I’m takin’ you from behind,” he half growled.

Harper angled her head to kiss him, but Bran zeroed in on the spot at the base of her throat guaranteed to make her come. He merely opened his hot mouth on that section of skin and sucked.

Tingles chased after goose bumps, sensitizing every inch of flesh on her body. Her clit pulsed, contracting her pu**y muscles around Bran’s nearly motionless cock. She cried out, each spasm built on the last until she hit the pinnacle. Then the pulses decreased in intensity and faded away.

As soon as she could remember how to breathe, she opened her eyes.

Bran’s whole body shook. He lifted his head from where it’d rested in the curve of her neck.

She caressed the side of his damp face, humbled that he’d seen to her needs at the expense of his own. She murmured, “Your turn to fly, cowboy,” and kicked him in the curve of his butt with her bare heels, spurring him on.

He began pumping into her with enough force that her spine connected with the wall. But she didn’t mind. She was lost in the look of bliss on Bran’s face when he threw his head back and shouted hoarsely as he came.

Harper felt his c**k jerking inside her. With each burst of warm seed she tightened her pu**y muscles, earning another low growl of male approval.

His hips quit moving. He leaned forward and kissed her, switching to a better grip on her ass as he tugged her away from the wall. He caught her surprised gasp in his hungry mouth as he carried her down the hall to his bedroom.

It was heady stuff, Bran laying her on the center of his bed, feeling his c**k still embedded inside her. Feeling his c**k hardening as he pressed his body to hers. He broke the kiss and said, “Again. Right now.”

Those three little words uncoiled her desire like a long, silken ribbon.

He rested on his haunches, bringing her with him at an angle across his bent knees. He pushed her legs apart until she was almost in straddle splits.

“Bran—”

“Keep your legs like that and grab the headboard.”

She curled her fingers beneath the brass rails and held on.

His thumb distracted her as it slid up and down her creamy slit, from her clitoris down to where they were joined. His passionglazed eyes didn’t stray from watching his c**k tunnel in and out of her body.

With her legs spread so wide, her pu**y felt fuller. With Bran’s dick buried deep, the tickling brush of his balls teased the pucker of her ass. She moaned at the surprising eroticism.

He’d managed to tear his gaze from where their sexes joined to watch the bounce of her br**sts with his every hard thrust.

The sucking sound of the plunge and retreat of his cock, the squeak of the bed as he rocked into her, his harsh breathing, the blood whooshing in her ears, all mixed together, created a sensual, sexual stupor.

Harper never would’ve believed she’d come again on the heels of such an outstanding orgasm against the wall. But with Bran’s every plunge into her slick channel, coupled with the masterful caresses on her clit, the climax caught her completely off guard. She arched higher and moaned louder as the blood pulsed in her clit, pulling her pu**y muscles tight around his cock.

As the tail end of her orgasm washed over her, Bran swore and rammed into her, grunting as once again hot bursts of se**n bathed her still spasming vaginal walls.

Neither moved until the sound of the heater kicking on broke the silence.

Finally, Bran whispered, “Harper.”

She opened her eyes to see his smirking mouth lower to hers for one of those drugging kisses he excelled at.

He pulled back and stared into her eyes. “You okay?”

“I’m great. Better than great. Kind of sticky, though.”

Comprehension dawned on both their faces simultaneously.

“Goddammit. I forgot a condom. Shit, I forgot a condom both times. I never forget—”

She put her fingers over his lips. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill.”

“You are? Even when you’re not ...”

“I prefer to have a regular cycle. Plus, my mother had not one, not two, but three unintended pregnancies. I won’t make the same mistakes.” Harper didn’t admit she’d put Bailey on birth control pills at sixteen, just like Liberty had done for her when she’d turned sixteen. Some families threw a Sweet Sixteen party to mark the rite of passage. The Masterson girls were thrown a packet of birth control pills.