Page 23 of Smokin’ Situation (Masked Men of Sage Springs #3)

Tristan

Leaving a warm, satisfied, entirely too sexy for her own good, giggling Rhey draped across the bed without a stitch of clothing on was not an easy feat. But if it meant I would be inside her sooner rather than later, it was a sacrifice I was fully prepared to make.

Following the trail of discarded towels, clothing and boots toward the front door, I spied the purse that Rhey had been wearing when I found her inside the truck.

Thank God, she’d brought it with her, because while there were plenty of other things we could do to keep ourselves occupied, I needed the closeness of connecting with her fully.

I’d revealed parts of myself to her I refused to show anyone else, and I craved her like a drug.

I also respected the fuck out of her for being upfront with me about her being involved with someone else.

It would’ve been easy for her to push it aside and let things get physical between us without saying anything.

I could admit that the thought of her with someone else made me a little jealous, but it had been long before we met, and from the sound of it, things were fizzling out between them.

Thank fuck for that, because resisting her was an exercise in futility.

Not one to hold back, I told her exactly how much I wanted her, and soon to be ex -friends-with-benefits be damned, she was mine.

My fingers shook from the adrenaline, but I managed to get the zipper open, peering into the purse that from the outside seemed small.

As I emptied the contents onto the coffee table, it appeared to have some magical Mary Poppins like quality as items kept appearing.

Sifting through, I found another zipper pouch.

Opening it, I found what appeared to be a full-blown mini sewing/first aid kit.

Grabbing the discarded flashlight from the floor, I shined it inside, sighing in relief as I saw not one, but two condoms.

Grabbing both, I hurried back to the bedroom, stopping in my tracks as I took in the scene on the bed.

“Fuck, now that is a sight a man could get used to,” I groaned, watching Rhey propped up against the pillows near the headboard, her fingers lazily circling her clit while she waited for me to return.

I swallowed as I watched her, my mouth suddenly parched, but I couldn’t let it distract me. “You, sweetheart, are sexy as fuck.”

“Come here,” she whispered, crooking a finger and beckoning me forward. She had no idea how much I wanted her to boss me around.

Deciding to do some teasing of my own, I reached down, leisurely stroking my throbbing cock and spreading the moisture that’d seeped out around the crown with my thumb.

It wouldn’t take much to get me desperately close to the edge since it’d been almost half a year since I’d been inside a woman, so I paced myself, leaving my grip loose, but enjoying the way her eyes tracked every movement.

“I’m not sure if I should be impressed or scared that I found them next to a sutures kit in that alarmingly magical purse.”

She smiled, reaching toward me as I stopped beside the bed. “My sister is a nurse. So that little kit was her doing.”

“Would it be in poor taste to thank your sister the next time I see her?” I joked, climbing onto the bed to brace my hand on the headboard while I watched Rhey’s fingers make soft but sure strokes against her clit.

There was something intoxicating about watching a woman owning her own satisfaction and telling—and showing—you exactly how to bring her pleasure.

“As long as you’re prepared to hear a lecture on safe sex practices and efficacy rates of condoms when used as your primary method of protection. ”

“Sounds sexy, and super educational,” I laughed, but if it meant she wanted to introduce me to the most important person in her life, I’d take all the lectures.

I wanted to keep Rhey safe too, so we’d already have that in common.

Leaning closer, I ghosted my lips along the side of her cheek, enjoying how she tilted her head to give me better access to her neck.

“Is it okay if we use one of these condoms now as a primary method of protection?”

“Yes,” she gasped as I sucked on her pulse point, her hand covering where I still stroked myself. “But I get to put it on. Lay down.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I groaned, thrusting lightly into the firm squeeze of our hands.

“Hand it over,” she demanded, holding her palm out in my direction. “But don’t stop touching yourself. I want to watch.” She pushed against my shoulder, urging me backward on the bed.

“Into a little voyeurism, are you?” I asked, pressing them into her palm and laying back on the mattress, doing a little voyeuristic watching of my own as she moved to straddle my legs.

Her neck and chest were covered with marks from my stubble, and it gave me a primal sense of satisfaction to see the little angry pink streaks.

I liked the idea of marking her as mine.

“Watching you stroke yourself makes me wet,” she whispered, eyes riveted as I continued to touch myself, twisting my fist as I reached the head and then slowly stroking back down, fighting the urge to thrust my hips.

Having her eyes on me was a bigger turn-on than I expected, but I wanted to draw it out and really give her a show.

“Then, by all means, sweetheart, take a seat and enjoy the ride.”

Feeling empowered by the way she looked at me, I concentrated all my energy into delaying my orgasm, working myself until I was throbbing against my palm, desperate for a release.

She watched with hooded eyes, the condom wrappers fisted in one hand while the other cupped her breast and kneaded the milky flesh, her nipple pink and erect as she rolled it between her fingers .

“God, you are so fucking beautiful,” I groaned, my thighs flexing as I tried to hold off. “But I’m hanging on by a thread here. What else do you want from me?”

She leaned forward, bracing a hand against my chest as she loomed over me, her pussy inches from where I was stroking my cock.

So close, but not nearly enough, as I wasn’t inside her yet.

I was aching for it. For the relief I knew I’d feel when she finally sank down, taking me inch by inch until I’d disappeared inside her entirely. “I want you to let me ride you.”

“Fuck yes,” I groaned, thrusting my hips, my knuckles grazing where she was wet for me between her thighs. “Saddle up, baby. I want you to ride me, too.”

“Hands above your head,” she whispered, pulling my fist from my cock and stretching my arm above my head, holding it still while I followed suit with the other. “Don’t move.”

“Can’t promise that,” I panted when she reached down, tugging firmly on my dick. Each stroke had my desperation rising higher and higher. Enough for my hips to have a mind of their own, instinctively flexing into her tight fist.

“Well, you need to try,” she whispered, leaning forward and grasping my lower lip between her teeth. She held eye contact while she stroked me with one hand, growling against my lips as I whimpered.

“Yes, ma’am,” I moaned, arching my neck as she tilted her hips forward, dragging the lips of her pussy up the length of me.

She was so warm and wet, and I so badly wanted to grab her by the shoulders and throw her against the mattress to fuck her hard.

But I liked how she’d taken control. Women who knew exactly what they wanted were sexy as fuck, and being the focus of her attention was proving to be addictive.

“Oh fuck,” I whimpered as she rotated her hips again, my tip poised right at her entrance while she teased me. “Please. Fuck me.”

“Such a good boy,” she whispered, scooting back until she settled her hips just above my knees, pinning me in place.

I kept my arms still, my knuckles flexing as I grasped the covers above my head, obeying her earlier instructions—just like she wanted.

“Now let’s see if we taste as good together as I think we do. ”

My hips shot up off the bed when her lips covered the head, a sweet moan echoing in the air while she sucked and licked where she’d rubbed her pussy up against me.

I could only imagine how good we tasted together, my mouth watering at the memory of how good she’d tasted with my head buried between her supple thighs.

“Mmm,” she hummed, sitting up and licking her lips while she smiled down at me. I was so fucking hard, but I pulled out everything in my arsenal to hold off as she ripped open the little packet and smoothed the condom down my length.

“Fuck me,” I whispered, flexing my hips as she gave me a slow stroke. “I need to watch you ride me.”

Rhey released me, crawling over my body, her full breasts dragging up my chest as she hovered over me, eyes locked with mine as she reached between us and poised the tip at her entrance.

“I want you to stay exactly like you are,” she whispered, her warm breath fanning over my mouth. “Let me use you to make myself come.”

“God, yes,” I groaned into her mouth as she shifted her hips back, slowly sinking down inch by agonizing inch. “Fucking use me, sweetheart.”

Her eyes closed and she let out the sexiest moan as she rotated her hips, rocking against where we were joined.

My eyelids fluttered as I watched her face, eyes clenched tightly closed, hips rotating and pressing down, making me see stars every time she clenched that tight pussy around me when my cock bottomed out.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” she moaned, bracing both palms against my chest, her fingernails digging into my pecs as she sat upright. Groaning at the change of angle, I flexed my hips into her movements, enjoying each gasp and groan as she rode me, chasing her own pleasure .

“That’s it, baby,” I encouraged, watching a flush work its way up her chest. She threw her head back, her loose hair cascading down her shoulders, swaying as she flexed her hips. I didn’t think I’d ever seen such an erotic display of beauty. “Make yourself come all over my cock. I’ll wait for you.”

Her eyes opened, a determined look on her face as she leaned forward slightly, fingernails scraping my chest as she lifted her hips, impaling herself on my length over and over until her movements faltered, a loud moan echoing into the air around us.

“Look at you, beautiful,” I panted, watching her ride the edge, so close to coming but not quite there yet. “Touch yourself. I wanna watch you fall apart. Flick that pretty little clit for me.”

Her eyes narrowed, and I almost expected her to stop, but she didn’t, reaching for my hand and drawing it to where we were joined. She pressed me against her, rocking her hips into my fingertips.

“Make me come,” she ordered, sitting up and cupping her tits, rubbing her nipples between her fingertips while she rocked her hips against me, chasing the high she knew I was desperate to provide her.

Bringing the pads of my fingers to my lips, I licked them, returning them to her clit and rubbing lightly, watching her for signs of how she liked to be touched.

When her head fell back, eyes clenched and mouth dropped open, I knew I’d hit the spot, concentrating all my energy into keeping my touch steady while I thrust up from the mattress into each rotation of her hips.

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered, her movements faltering as she tipped over the edge, clenching around me. “I’m coming.”

Deciding to disobey her orders, I gripped both sides of her waist tightly and pulled her into my thrusts as my hips jackknifed off the bed, chasing my orgasm like a man possessed.

She moaned as I fucked her, falling forward to brace her hands on my abs as my hips faltered, my release roaring through my body. My fingers tightened on her hips, probably leaving marks as I rocked her against me, prolonging the intense pleasure as I came inside the condom.

“Holy shit,” she panted, falling forward to brace her hands on either side of my head.

I trailed my fingers up her spine, smiling as she shivered at the touch, clearly as overstimulated as I was.

Her lips covered mine in a drowsy kiss and I reached down to cup her ass, rotating my hips and enjoying the way she whimpered into my mouth.

She broke the kiss with a gasp, collapsing forward with her palms pressing into my chest as I wrapped my arms around her.

“Tire yourself out there, cowgirl?” I teased, working my fingers through the loose waves of hair draped down her sweaty back.

“Lasted longer than eight seconds,” she giggled, kissing the skin over my heart.

“Not your first rodeo,” I chuckled, bracing my hands against her lower back. While I’d been riding horses since I was a kid, I was definitely not that kind of horseman, but I’d gladly be her bucking bronco anytime she wanted. “That was some expert riding.”

“Someone seems to think he’s hung like a horse.”

Before I could respond, her stomach growled, and mine let out a resounding answer. I knew if we were going to get any use out of that second condom; I needed to feed her.

“You wanna come see if we can find anything to eat?” I asked, not wanting to move, but knowing we needed to.

“At least you got a snack,” she teased after she moved to rest her chin on my chest. I suppressed a laugh at her little eyebrow wiggle, catching her not so hidden meaning. But despite my sudden urge to test the theory, one could not survive on pussy alone.