Page 6 of Rodeo Rivals (Hope Runs Deep #11)

McKayla

O h, hell yes! There was no doubt in McKayla’s mind that she wanted to be had by Wyatt. When he opened his shirt, she got a glimpse of the man beneath, and not only was he tight, but his happy trail promised quite the treasure.

Reaching for his belt, she curled her fingers around the oval buckle. He shrugged out of his shirt before his nimble fingers made quick work of tugging her black tank top up, exposing her front-closure bra.

“Oh! Isn’t that convenient,” he said as he snapped his fingers.

Pop. Her bra opened. The cool air blew across her flesh, making her nipples tighten. Her pussy slickened, and she was ready for more.

Her tongue swiped along her bottom lip as she arched her back, allowing the cups to fall away, freeing her breasts fully.

She gasped and rolled her eyes into the back of her head the moment his hot mouth landed on her skin.

The warmth matched the lava melting her core.

Her toes curled as he flicked his tongue against the tightness of her nipple. She quivered.

With his weight over her, he cupped both of her boobs while he lavished attention on both of them. While one was in his mouth, he massaged the other, bringing his fingers together to pinch her taut peak.

Rolling her hips up, she ground herself against his immense bulge. What a tease. She wanted—no, needed more.

Why was he wasting time on foreplay? She was ready to go. He was hard. What more did they need? She had places to be.

Flexing her abs, she sat up and forced his mouth away. He leaned back until he was on his knees with a quirked brow. When her hands found his fly, he chuckled.

“May I help you?” he asked jokingly.

Looking up at him, she slid the button out of the hole and dragged his zipper down. “I hope so.”

Placing her hands on his shoulders, she guided him to roll. Going with him, he positioned himself on his back, and she straddled him.

“Now, this is a view I can appreciate.” Reaching up, he covered her breasts with his hands, gave them a gentle squeeze, before urging the plaid shirt, which she’d left unbuttoned, down her shoulders.

Grabbing the bottom hem of her tank top herself, she peeled it over her head.

When her bra fell off, she was officially topless.

Wyatt whistled. “Damn.”

She rocked back and forth over his erection. The friction only made her that much more frustrated. She was done playing games. It was time to get down to business.

“I showed you mine. Now it’s your turn to show me yours,” she said with a wink.

She wriggled down his body and off the bed. Curling her fingers into the waistband of his jeans, she pulled, and he lifted his ass so she could shimmy him out of his pants and boxer briefs.

Boing.

His cock was at full attention, thick, and straining. Someone was definitely blessed. “Happy birthday to me,” she whispered.

He laughed, which only made his dick bounce more. Wrapping her digits around it, she gave him a hearty squeeze, earning his attention back. Should she do a taste test or give him a handy so she could mount him until he bucked her off?

That was, if he could. This romp would be practice for tomorrow. Grinning, she bit back her snicker.

“Do you have a condom?” she asked.

Fucking hadn’t been on her agenda when she went out for the night. She’d fully intended to hustle a few dudes out of a couple of bucks but hadn’t expected this, so she wasn’t prepared.

Thankfully, he nodded and patted her thigh. “Yeah,” he said and gestured toward a black duffel on the floor. “In that bag there. Hop up and I’ll get it.”

Kicking her leg over, she sat back on her heels.

As Wyatt got up, he reached down and cupped her breast. Bending at the waist, he curled a finger under her chin and guided her to look up at him.

Damn, he was a delicious specimen of a male.

He brought his lips to meet hers briefly while tweaking her nipples lightly.

Breaking the kiss all too soon, he turned and strolled away. Did he just pop his hips as though he were on a fashion runway?

“Like what you see?” he said from over his shoulder.

Shaking her head, she sniggered. It wasn’t bad, but she wasn’t about to verbalize it. He knew what he was working with.

Figuring she needed to cut to the chase, she made quick work of removing her own pants. No reason to have any barriers between them at this point. They both knew where this was headed.

He crouched, unzipped a pocket, and rose to his full height in a matter of seconds. With a hand on his hip, he sauntered back, and his dick bounced back and forth.

McKayla covered her mouth so as not to burst out laughing in his face. If that was meant to be enticing, it fell short. Well, not entirely. It was fun to see a guy who wasn’t too serious about everything. While not overtly sexual, his easy attitude was definitely a turn-on.

After he flopped on the bed beside her, he offered her the condom. “Just so we’re clear. Me and you are about to do the dance with no pants.”

At this, she burst into a fit of giggles. “What?”

He pointed at her. “You.” Then to himself. “Me.” He thrust his hips upward and mimed pulling her hips down. “Fucking. No strings attached. You’re good with that?”

Covering her face, she fell forward over him and lost it. Laughing uncontrollably, her lady boner definitely left the room. While she appreciated his need for repeated and enthusiastic consent, she couldn’t keep a straight face.

“So, that’s a no?” he asked.

It only unleashed a fresh wave of chuckles rippling through her. She rolled onto her back, kicked her feet in the air, and let it out. This was not how a one-night stand should go. They were supposed to be intense and sexy. Maybe even mysterious. Laughing her ass off was a delightful surprise.

“I can’t say that I’ve had many women laugh at me when I had my dick out.”

This was way more fun than just banging and getting it over with. While she still had the itch to scratch, enjoying his company wasn’t all that bad. Why couldn’t casual hookups involve giggle fits? No reason.

Taking a deep breath, she collected herself, sat up, and cleared her throat. “We are in agreement that I’m going to ride you until you forget your name and then disappear into the night, never to be heard from again.”

His smile went from ear to ear. “Perfect. Glad we got that out of the way.”

She took the condom from between his fingers and brought it to her mouth. Using her teeth, she ripped the wrapper and spat the tab away.

“Well, alright then.” He fell onto his back and inhaled deeply.

With her free hand, she gripped him at the base, gave it a squeeze, and corkscrewed her hand up and down his now semi-erect cock.

Shifting slightly, he reached between her thighs. The moment the tips of his fingers grazed her lower lips, she inhaled sharply.

“Gotta make sure you’re ready,” he said with a smirk.

Her eyelids and her stomach fluttered as he teased the outside of her sex. Back and forth, back and forth, he stroked her, but he would not go further. As though her hips had a mind of their own, they rocked with him, desperate for more stimulation.

His cock grew in her hand, stiffening and returning to its previous aroused state. Using her thumb, she swiped at the swollen tip and smeared the pearl of pre-cum which had beaded at the top. His breath hitched.

“You’re not playing fair,” he whispered.

Her eyes widened, and she gasped when he dipped two of his fingers into her channel.

“You’re pretty wet for me, but I think we can do better,” he murmured as he spread his digits deep inside her. “I want you soaking and begging for me.”

Trying to concentrate on moving her hand up and down on him was hard work. It may have only been two fingers, but he used them magically, curling them and rubbing against the sensitive spot within her each time he moved them in and out.

Closing her eyes, she panted as he used his thumb against her clit. Sparks glittered behind her lids. She shuddered as she approached the cliff of her release.

“Do you want to ask me for something?” he teased.

Her pussy pulsed, and she squeezed his cock at the tip. Her fingers slid into his arousal as she worked his shaft up and down.

“You know what you have to do,” he groaned.

Screw that. She wasn’t asking for shit. Taking her hand away, she slid the condom down before lifting herself and straddling him.

“Wait a minute,” he said.

Nope, she wasn’t waiting.

With her legs on either side of him, she positioned herself so his dick was at the opening of her sex. He slapped her hips and dug his fingers in. Her stomach flipped, and her pussy clenched around nothing. He wasn’t inside her.

Why was he stopping this? She was ninety-nine percent sure he wanted to bang. What was going on?

The muscles in his forearms tightened as she attempted to lower herself. “Not yet.”

“What?” she panted. This made no sense.

“You didn’t ask.”

He couldn’t be serious.

“Fuck me!” she growled and slammed herself down. His length filled her, piercing her sex and sending her over the edge. Her body erupted in a series of jerks as her orgasm exploded. He thrust himself up, deeper until her vision blurred.

“Good girl,” he panted as he worked her up and down and pistoned himself inside her.

Having lost all her bones, she felt like Jell-O surfing the wave of pleasure. Again, he brought his thumb against her clit and pressed, prolonging her release.

“So fucking tight.”

Her eyes rolled back, and she nearly collapsed, but she eventually remembered how to breathe. It took only a few more seconds for her to regain her senses, slap her hands on his chest, and look him in the eye. Shit just got serious.