Page 58 of Ridin' True

“Yup.”

My whole body shivered in anticipation.

I still wasn’t sure where we were, but we were alone, and that was enough.

“Okay.”

“Know I said I’d foot the bill—but if you don’t want me to touch your dress, I suggest you take it off now.”

I let go of him, and he took a step back, hands in the air as I bent my arms to grasp the zipper at my back. When it was open, I shimmied the dress off my shoulders, and pulled it down, carefully stepping out if it.

“There’s a hook on the door, darlin’.”

I turned, spotted the hook, hung my dress, then faced him once more—still in my stilettos, my thong, and my bra.

Tilting my head to one side, I asked, “What was it you told me the other day about women in heels and g-strings?”

He threw his head back in laughter, and I squeezed my thighs together at the sound. It was rich, and resonant, and almost as beautiful as the smile which accompanied it.

“Know this, gorgeous,” he began as he recovered himself. “You’ve got more class in your pinky toe than any club sheep walkin’ these halls mostly naked. You’re a whole lot prettier, too.”

I took a slow step toward him and grabbed the front of his tank, pressing my breasts against his chest as I leaned into him invitingly.

He took the bait, and the next thing I knew, I was being carried across the room. He laid me down on a bed, and it smelled like sandalwood and leather and a hint of motor oil—like him. I then watched as he rummaged through the top drawer of a nightstand until he found what he was after.

“Spread those legs, darlin’. I want to see you touch yourself.”

I bit my lower lip, a little self-conscious, but not enough to deny him. He held the condom between his teeth as he began to untie his coveralls, and I opened my knees and slid my hand into my thong. I freed a sigh as I grazed my fingers across my wet entrance before traveling back up to swirl them around my clit.

When Jed opened his jeans and pulled out his dick, I whimpered and shoved two fingers inside of me, feeling suddenly ravenous. He stroked himself a couple of times as he watched me, and that turned me on even more.

“Papi,” I breathed. “Hurry,” I begged.

Nothing more needed to be said.

He ripped open the condom and rolled it on without further delay. With his jeans and coveralls shoved down to his knees, he bent over me. I moved my hand as he shoved aside my thong, and then he impaled me—deep and hard.

“Yes,” I moaned.

He didn’t take his time but rode me fast and deliberate. The sound of his skin slapping against mine made me wetter, and I gasped as I surrendered to the heat of the moment.

I was on my lunch break, having sex at the Wild Stallions clubhouse.

It was entirely possible I was living someone else’s life.

But I really I hoped I wasn’t, because I had no desire to give it back.

“Breathe, Lex,” he said with a smirk.

“I. Am.” I panted, unable to get out more than one syllable at a time. “Oh. Yes!”

With one hand wrapped around the back of his neck, my other clasped onto his shoulder, I arched the small of my back and tried to breathe.

Except, it hit so fast and so big, it was like there was no room for air inside of me.

“Jed—oh,papi,” I cried as my orgasm shook me from my core.

“That’s it, gorgeous. Fuckin’ come for me,” grunted Jed in reply as he pummeled into me harder, his hips moving faster.