Turn and Burn (Blacktop Cowboys 5) - Page 58

Fletch shoved his jockeys to the floor. He wrapped his hand around his c**k and stroked as Tanna scrambled to her feet.

Instead of moving back, she moved forward, placing her hand over his and standing on tiptoe for an intoxicating kiss.

Curling his free hand around the back of her neck, he pushed her toward the couch.

Tanna broke the kiss to whisper, “Condom.”

“Right. Hang tight.” Fletch grabbed the condom from the front pocket of his shorts. He quickly had it on and returned to where she waited. Her brown eyes were enormous and glazed with lust. Her mouth ripe from his kisses.

“Knees on the edge of the couch arm and your hands on the cushions.”

“You like bein’ bossy in the bedroom,” she challenged, tossing her hair.

Fletch wanted that soft silk wrapped in his fist as he rode her. “Do it.” As soon as she turned around, he pressed his front to her back and grabbed her hair, putting his mouth on her ear. “To show I’m not bossy, I’m gonna let you choose how this plays out, sugar twang.” He blew a stream of air into her ear. “A fast hard f**k.” He nipped the lobe. “Or drawn out until we’re both sweaty.”

A shudder rolled through her. “Hard and sweaty.”

He held on to her hips as she placed her knees on the edge of the couch. She set her palms on the couch cushions, solidifying her stance.

Before he rammed into that tight cunt, he ran his fingertips down her back, gentle as raindrops. Then he smacked the perfect white globes hard—twice on each side.

Tanna’s gasp of surprise turned into a soft groan when he put his mouth on those red spots. Then brushed his lips and smoothed his cheek against the hot skin.

Stepping behind her, he watched her arch as he fed his c**k in, inch by inch. He waited, just absorbing the sensation of the wet heat surrounding his shaft and the quiver of anticipation in his legs; the tiny squeezes of her channel that were intimate kisses.

The slow, slow, slow withdrawal.

Then he snapped his hips, driving back in fully.

“Oh God.”

Since she’d asked for fast and sweaty, he f**ked her with long, hard, deep strokes and then switched to short, hip-gyrating swirls.

Sweat began to bead on his forehead and he noticed those sexy dimples above her ass carried a sheen. He pulled out completely and bent to lap at those damp indents as he slid his long middle finger in and out of her pu**y to keep her primed. Then he followed the seam of her sex with his other hand and rubbed her clit, alternating between a side-to-side motion and a quick flick. Rotating the hand plunging in and out of her pu**y, he stretched his thumb, slick with her juices, to sweep across the pink rosebud of her anus and pushed it inside the tiny opening.

Tanna detonated. Her initial cry was quiet compared to how hard she came, her cunt spasming, her swollen pearl pulsing beneath his finger and the sphincter tightening around his thumb.

Fletch realigned his dick, bottoming out deep into her core on the first thrust. And the next. And the next. Driving into her tenaciously.

He was close. She was close again. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he said, “Keep your head up. Imagine you’re wearing a bridle. I wanna hear you when you come this time.”

Four more hard thrusts and Tanna was climaxing again, her cunt a vise around his cock, squeezing and squeezing until he came with a roar.

As soon as he’d regained his lucidity, he realized he’d slumped over Tanna completely. He wasn’t exactly a small guy and he knew she sometimes panicked. “You okay?”

“I’m perfect.” She turned her head and nuzzled his cheek. “You know what? I think we’re gonna be great neighbors.”

Chapter Seventeen

Dead tired after finishing her shift at the bar, Tanna trudged down the path to the employee living quarters.

Conversation echoed back to her.

She stood at the edge of Fletch’s trailer, looking at the people gathered around the ceramic fire pit. Tobin, Hugh, Harlow, Dave and Yvette.

Fletch.

That ticklish sensation started in her belly at seeing the sweet, sexy man who’d been on her mind more than was probably wise, given her temporary status in Wyoming. Fletch had been staying at the Split Rock only a week and they’d already spent most of their free time together.

At a pause in the conversation, she said, “So, did my party invite get lost in the mail?”

Tobin jumped up. “Tanna. Here, lemme get you a beer.” He pulled out a bottle of Bud Light and passed it over. “We’re short a chair, but you can have mine.”

Tanna looked at Fletch. He raised a questioning eyebrow. Here was the moment of truth.

She held her hand out to Fletch. “Keep your seat, Tobin. The doc and I can share.”

He took her hand and tugged her forward, settled her on his lap, her back to his chest. Then he pressed his lips to the side of her neck. The kiss spoke of their intimacy in a way that even a full-blown make out session wouldn’t have.

She felt all eyes on them.

Tobin laughed and his gaze met Hugh’s. “Now it makes sense.”

Hugh nodded.

Harlow grinned and raised her bottle in a silent toast.

Dave and Yvette just looked at each other with a knowing smile.

“So, busy night at the lodge bar?” Tobin asked.

“Crazy busy. This group likes to drink. After I finally kicked them out, they headed to the Buckeye. Their pregnant DD didn’t want to go, but none of them were sober enough to drive.” She looked at Yvette. “I don’t envy the mess you’ll deal with tomorrow. But I’m betting it’d be safe for you to sleep in because none of them are gonna leave their rooms very early.”

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