Page 113 of Reckless Skye

TJ complied, but he was bitter about it. ‘You don’t have to worry about me. I can manage—’

He stopped talking abruptly when Skye gripped his hard length firmly. She gave him one long, slow pump, sliding soft skin over steel, whispered, ‘I don’t worry about you managing at all, TJ. I think you’ll be just fine.’

He raised both his hands to his hair, closed his eyes, growled, ‘Fuck, that feels good, baby.’

Riding on the feeling of power his words gave her, Skye did it again. TJ’s body followed her movements, his hips dropping and rising slightly with the motions of her hand. His breaths, audible now, came faster. His cock throbbed in her hand, causing a resounding ache between her own thighs.

Desperate to have him in every way, Skye leaned over him. She guided him to her lips and licked from base to tip, before taking him deep into her mouth. TJ filled her, hitting the back of her throat. She closed her lips around him and drew her head back, applying enough pressure that TJ reached out and fisted one hand in her hair, stopping her movements.

‘Slowly,’ he warned. ‘I’m out of practice, and I want to come inside of you the first time.’

His grip gentled then released. His big palm ran over her short hair and down her back to the curve of her ass. Skye repositioned herself slightly, giving TJ enough reach to slip two fingers into her.

As she tortured him, her mouth sliding slowly up and down his length, TJ tortured her. His fingers pumped into her, pushing deep before withdrawing to tease the sensitive skin around her entrance.

A second orgasm started building. Skye ground her hips against his hand, pleading for more, and when TJ just kept that slow, sensual pace, she was the one who lost her patience first.

She released him with an audible pop.

Skye scrambled off the bed, but only for long enough to fetch a condom from the bathroom cabinet.

TJ watched her as she approached the bed again. His eyes were dark with lust and filled with too many unsaid things – none of which she was ready to acknowledge. Instead, she straddled him, ripped the condom foil open and, taking him in hand, slid the condom down his hard length.

Before she could guide him to her, TJ said, ‘Hold on.’ He repositioned her and, with a small stretch, grabbed his black cowboy hat from where Skye had left it the night before. He plopped it on her head before lying back down. ‘Much better.’

Skye managed to roll her eyes. ‘You cowboys and your hats.’

But she left it on as she guided him to her centre. When she sank onto him, they released twin, shaky exhales.

His hands rose to grip her hips. His eyes drank her in. ‘You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.’

Skye felt the sexiest she’d ever felt. And she wasn’t too proud to admit that it was him. TJ. He made her feel like a goddess.

Wanting to show him, wanting to give him some of that power back, she raised her own hands to her breasts as she rocked forward and back slowly, teasing him. ‘You ready for a wild ride, cowboy?’

TJ’s hands on her hips gripped tighter, as if he needed to brace himself for it. And when he said, ‘Yes, ma’am,’ it left his lips sounding like a plea.

Greedy for more, Skye rolled her hips, slowly at first and then faster. And faster still. She was short and a horsewoman to boot; she had all the right muscles to make good on her promise.

‘Fuck, yes. That’s it. Ride me hard,’ TJ demanded, his voice deep and husky.

Skye started panting as her body drew in, preparing for release. But she held on, refusing to let go before him. When he raised his thumb to her clit and ran short, fast circles over the swollen nerves there, she let her head fall back, moaned, ‘Oh, God. Yes!’

Her movements became shorter, her breath faster. Her back arched.

Beneath her, TJ pumped his hips, his movements matching hers. A low moan was leaving Skye’s lips as the pleasure became too much to bear. And it was followed by a long, ‘Jesse.’

‘Again,’ he commanded and pumped into her.

‘Jesse.’

‘Again.’

Skye opened her eyes and met his eyes as the second wave broke, taking her under. She braced both hands on his chest, rasped, ‘Jesse,’ breathlessly as her body tightened around him.

TJ roared as he came, spilling into her with one last hard pump. He gripped her hips mercilessly, holding their centres together as they both tumbled over the edge.

The moment he let her go, she collapsed onto the bed next to him. Her body was sated. Her mind was quiet. A pleasant hum of hormones swam in her blood. But more than the spike and crash of adrenaline to her system, her heart took a heavy hit.