Close Enough to Touch (Jackson Hole 1)

“Yeah.” His voice was a little broken now. A little strained.

She slid the condom on and eased higher on his body. Then, holding him, she lowered her hips until the tip of him rubbed against her swollen sex. She sighed in relief and tilted her hips so that he slid over her clit. “Mmm.”

He watched every movement with eyes that looked like blue flame. His big hands wrapped over her hips, but he didn’t push her down. Instead he slipped her back and forth a little, letting her sex slide along the head of his cock. Now she was the one panting. But this time she didn’t have to beg for anything. She was in control. So she notched him against her opening and eased herself down.

“Oh,” she said and sighed as his thickness pressed her open. “Yes.”

His jaw was ticcing again. The muscles of his neck pressing tight against the skin.

“Yes.” She sighed. She felt full and tight and he was only halfway in. Grace rose back up, the pleasure of it making her hum again. His fingers squeezed hard on her hip, but he let her control the movement even when she rose high enough that he slid out completely. He muttered something so low and broken that she couldn’t hear it. Something angry or desperate, she couldn’t be sure. But he didn’t push her down.

As a reward, she let her hips sink and took him back inside her body. Deeper this time. Deep enough that she gasped, her lips parting with the delicious pressure of it. This time when she rose up it was just a little, and when she sank again, she took him all the way inside her.

His eyes were closed now, his jaw tight and solid with muscle, his brow furrowed as if he were concentrating.

She liked this. With him. She wanted to simply take from him, but she liked his part in it just as much as her own.

“Cole,” she said. He opened his eyes, and she began to ride him. Slow at first, feeling every millimeter of his cock as it slid inside her, caressing her, stretching her. Slow enough to rise all the way to the tip before sliding down again. His fingers dug in so hard that the skin felt numb beneath them, but she didn’t mind. She liked the reminder of his power. Not that she needed much of a reminder. His chest was wide beneath her. His hips narrow and muscled. Hair spread from just below the hollow of his throat all the way down to a narrow line of fur that trailed to his cock.

She slid a hand down her own belly, through the hair of her sex. She touched her pussy, letting her fingers brush over his shaft as it slid out of her, wet and hot. Then she touched her clit.

Cole’s eyes blazed as he lifted his head to watch.

She smiled. “You want to watch?”

“Fuck, yes.”

Now he took control of her hips, and she was glad. She concentrated on touching herself, rolling her clit beneath her fingers while he eased her hips up and down his shaft. Faster as her body yielded to him, getting even wetter.

“Tell me,” she ordered. “Tell me.”

“Fuck. You’re so gorgeous. So perfect. And your pussy’s so hot around me. Squeezing my cock. Jesus.”

She panted as his words worked through her.

“Are you going to come for me like this?” he asked. “Are you going to come while you ride my cock?”

His words wound around her like some wicked vine, squeezing tight, pricking thorns into her skin with a pain that ju

st pushed her pleasure higher.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, yes, yes.”

“Good. I want to watch you.” He began to thrust up as he pulled her hips down, and Grace gasped at the brutal invasion. “I want to watch you come while I feel you squeeze around me.”

“Yes. Oh, God. Cole. I…”

She leaned forward, putting her free hand to his chest. She dug her nails into his skin and clenched her eyes shut as she got closer to coming. “Oh, fuck.” God, he was so big. Too much. And as he said her name and urged her on, telling her exactly what to do and how to feel, Grace felt every tight sensation inside her body loosen for the briefest instant. And then it all wound painfully back again, turning and turning until… “Oh, God!” she screamed, as her body broke apart on a violent spasm. He slammed his hips up and held himself deep within her as she came. Then when the last of the clenching waves gripped her, he pulled her down to his chest and slowly turned them both until he was cradled between her legs.

“Grace.” He smoothed her hair off her face, the damp strands making her aware that her whole body was slick with sweat. He kissed her with surprising sweetness for a man who hadn’t come yet. But Grace was still catching her breath when he grew more urgent again.

He pressed her hands down, just as he had that first night. Only this time his hands held her wrists.

She moaned, half in surprised lust, and half in denial that she enjoyed it. But when Cole started moving in her again, she couldn’t deny how devastatingly good it was. To be filled with him and held down by him at the same time. It felt like more than being fucked. It felt like being taken.

He thrust slowly, but without any mercy, sinking himself as deep as he could. His hands felt like an extra connection, but when he shuddered and came, Grace suddenly wished her wrists were free. She wished she could put her arms around him and feel the muscles of his back straining as he came. That strange, stray thought scared her in a way his roughness never could.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN