So Tough to Tame (Jackson Hole 3)

He rolled the condom on, watching her face as he did. “Say yes, Charlie?”

He was so sweet. Hadn’t she already begged him to fuck her? “Yes,” she said clearly, reaching for him as he stretched over her. She wound her fingers into his hair and looked him straight in the eye. “Yes, Walker.”

“Thank God.”

Holding her gaze, he gripped himself and she felt the delicious slide of him against her slick flesh. He notched himself just there, just where she needed, then pushed slowly in.

Oh, God. She was so glad he’d only teased her before, because his cock sliding in felt like everything she’d ever wanted. As if she’d been missing it for years. She winced as he stretched her, and Walker eased back, but she didn’t want it easy. She slid her nails down his spine.

“Fuck me,” she urged, and Walker’s hips jumped forward.

He cursed under his breath and tried to pull back again, but she lifted her hips and took him deeper. He surged into her with a hiss of pain or pleasure that got mixed up with her own shocked gasp. He felt bigger than she’d even expected, and she was thankful for the moment he took to press his forehead to hers and breathe.

“Walker,” she whispered, just for the joy of saying his name while she was so filled with him. She raised her hand to his jaw, to stroke his beard and urge his mouth to hers.

Tasting herself on his lips, she kissed him deeply, and Walker rewarded her by slowly, so slowly, moving inside her.

Her eyes fluttered closed. She needed the darkness. She needed to just feel him. His tongue against hers, his hands cradling her head and his cock moving inside her. Sliding, stretching, filling. In that moment, there was nothing else in the whole world except his body and hers.

“Walker,” she said again, as he kissed her chin, her cheek, her jaw.

“You feel so good, Charlie. Damn.”

Raising her knees, she curved her legs around his hips to take him deeper even though her heart beat harder at the thought, warning her he was deep enough. But he couldn’t be too much for her. She wanted him so badly. And when he groaned and thrust harder, Charlie threw her head back and cried out with tortured pleasure.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured against her throat. “I’m sorry.” When he tried to gentle his thrusts, Charlie dug her nails into his ass to urge him on.

She didn’t want it gentle, even though Walker seemed determined to hold back. What was the point of having a big, rough, beautifully hung cowboy in your bed if he wasn’t going to give it his all?

Her nails seemed to spur him on. He braced himself on his hands and fucked her harder. When she dragged her nails up his back, his hips slapped into hers.

“Oh, God, yes,” she groaned. “Like that.”

“Fuck. Charlie. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“No,” she whispered into his ear. “Please. Hurt me.”

Walker twisted his fist into her hair. “Damn you,” he growled. “Damn you.” And then he gave her exactly what she wanted.

* * *

HE WAS SHAKING.

His hands trembled when he wasn’t holding her, so Walker gripped her harder. Her nails bit into him, the pain brightening the pleasure of sinking himself over and over into her body.

Sex

normally calmed him, but this wasn’t calm. This was need.

But it was Charlie, and his frantic brain kept telling him to slow down, to be careful with her. But Charlie was the one clutching him tighter, whispering yes, yes, the harder he took her. Begging him to hurt her, to fuck her.

He clenched his teeth at the awful pleasure her words released inside him. He liked women. He’d always been careful with them, conscious of their pleasure, but now he just wanted to get as deep as possible. To get more of her tightness stroking him, sliding, squeezing his cock.

More. Harder and deeper and wetter. More.

The need clawed at him from the inside as Charlie clawed his back, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He hooked an arm beneath her knee and hiked her leg higher, opening her to him completely.

She choked out his name, but she was still pulling him toward her, so he took her just the way he wanted. Fast and hard, loving the way their flesh grew slick with sweat, the way her hips jerked up to meet his. And, God, the way her neck arched and her mouth twisted with awful pleasure. He wanted to fill her with his body. Make her his. Just for that moment, maybe, but all his, filled with him in every possible way. He grunted with every thrust, waiting for her to protest, but she only pulled him tighter.