“Do you feel that?” he breathed out near her ear. Since almost her entire awareness was on his cock at that moment, she answered with that in mind.
“Yes,” she said in a strangled voice. He was making her burn so good. She shifted her hips forward slightly against the pressure of his hand and then back with her ass against his cock, undecided as to which sensation she craved more.
“Do you like to suck cock, Alice?”
Her lips fell open. She couldn’t think with him stirring her sex so precisely.
“I think I’ll like sucking yours,” she gasped sincerely.
He reached up with the still gloved hand and palmed her chin and jaw firmly. The feeling of the leather against her sensitive skin was delicious. Holding her in place, he spoke in her ear below the helmet. “I’m going to take you into those stables and you’re going to take me in your mouth and suck me off. You’ve been killing me on this damn horse. Your mouth has been killing me for a hell of a lot longer than that.”
Alice’s hips writhed in excitement. His hand moved faster between her thighs. The burn in her clit mounted to a sizzle.
“Alice?”
“Yes,” she moaned mindlessly. She was in a fever. The idea of him in her mouth maddened her. “I’m going to suck your cock. Whatever you want.”
“What I want right now is for you to come.” He took the reins from her. He lifted the hand between her legs and popped her labia. It was a tap, really, but a taut, precise one. Alice gasped, her body clenching tight at his unexpected action. He plunged his forefinger back into the juicy cleft, rubbing briskly. A startled cry left her throat as she shuddered in orgasm.
“That’s right,” he said behind her, his tone lust-bitten. He worked her through a hot delicious climax, his hand moving demandingly at her sex.
Alice opened her eyelids a moment later when Dylan’s hand slid out of her button fly, leaving a trail of warm juices along her pelvis and lower belly.
“Riding lessons are over,” he rasped.
“They went a lot better than I expected,” she replied dazedly.
She loved his sharp bark of laughter. He hastily pulled her shirt down to cover her opened jeans. He pulled on the reins, and Quinn turned sharply.
“How should we get to the stables?” he asked pointedly.
“Fast,” Alice panted without a trace of hesitation.
Dylan flicked the reins and moved his legs, and Quinn was speeding them to the stables.
THE dim cool interior of the stables was a delight to her hot skin and sun-dazed eyes. She followed Dylan as he led Quinn to a fenced-off paddock that was separate from the individual horse stables in the distance. She watched as he quickly and efficiently loosened the girth and removed the bridle. He tied off Quinn a moment later and turned to where she was waiting in the corner near some bales of hay. The lighting was very dim in here, but she could see his lustrous eyes gleam as his gaze dipped over her.
“We didn’t work Quinn hard, but it’s hot out. I need to unsaddle and brush him down before I stable him. He shouldn’t wait. I don’t want him to be uncomfortable.”
“Okay,” she said.
He nodded once, but he didn’t turn. The air between them seemed to crackle with electricity. He just kept staring at her with a hard inscrutable look on his shadowed face. Her gaze dropped over him as if of its own will, skimming his lean hard torso and lingering on his full crotch.
“Fuck,” he muttered tensely, stepping toward her at the same time he ripped at his button fly. Alice’s heart jumped when he jerked his jeans and a pair of white boxer briefs down to his thighs. He reached for her shoulders. “Just give me a taste before I stable him,” he rasped, his bold face looking fierce as he stared down at her.
“You’re sure no one will come in?” she whispered, her gaze latched onto the temptation of his cock where it poked out lewdly beneath the hem of his T-shirt.
“Not likely. Kevin, if anyone, and if he did, we’d have a few seconds of warning before he reached us.”
She nodded and sank down to her knees. The smooth head of his cock brushed against her cheek. Her breath caught. She worked desperately at her gloves while she turned her head, letting the flaring crown brush across her sensitive lips. He grunted softly. Impatiently.
He slid his hand along the shaft, cradling his weight. “Open those beautiful lips, Alice.” She looked up at him, her fingers freezing on the snap of her glove. She parted her lips. Their gazes held as he pushed his cock into her mouth. The crown slid onto her tongue. The thick shaft stretched her lips tight. He paused, his eyes glittering as he stared down at her. Alice swirled her tongue around the flaring cockhead. His rigid cheek muscle twitched. He withdrew and plunged back into her, groaning harshly.
“Ah, Jesus. What a hot little mouth,” he muttered tensely, pulsing between her lips for a moment. His hand moved to the back of her head.
Behind them, Quinn whickered. Dylan blinked and cursed. He drew out of her mouth, a snarl shaping his lips. For a moment, his slick erection bobbed in front of her face, heavy and mouthwatering.
“Let me take care of Quinn. Just a minute,” he said, his jaw clenched very hard. Alice nodded, understanding, but also excited.