Wright Together, page 7
This was the closing. An endgame move.
He was claiming the queen and dragging the piece to his side by force. Nothing could have stopped me from hanging on for dear life under the force of his kiss. There might as well not have been another kiss. Nothing compared to this. To him ravaging my mouth with a quick, controlled precision that said he had been thinking of exactly how to take me apart piece by piece.
And I was keen on letting him.
“Oh,” I gasped against his mouth.
He smirked, pulling back slightly with my bottom lip between his teeth. He slowly released it, and I had to shift to keep from combusting at the look of satisfied possession on his face.
I hadn’t been lying when I said that I was trying to figure out who he was. Every time I felt like I understood exactly who Whitt was, I was surprised all over again. On the outside, he looked like the uptight businessman. Rigid with his commitments and unyielding in his principles. There was no room for someone as flexible as I was in a life like that. I’d only just started to put myself back together after the last time I tried to mold myself to another’s idea of me. I didn’t want that again.
And here was Whitton Wright, bending to my whim. A man I’d never thought would crack under the pressure of my seduction. Let alone throw out his entire rule book to get his hands on me.
“This is what you want?” he asked. His powerful hands slid their way over my wet skin. He traced the line of my peony shoulder tattoo, across my ribs, under my breasts, and along my navel, heading south.
I arched into his touch. “Yes. God, yes.”
His hands went under the water, still tracing the outline of my body. The pads of his fingers ran along the line of my bikini bottom. Not dipping any lower, even when I adjusted myself to try to get him to go exactly where I wanted him. One strong hand landed on my thigh. He was running his fingers over my dream catcher.
His mouth went to my throat, and he worked his tongue up until he sucked gently on my earlobe. “I like your ink,” he growled into my ear. “I want to trace every inch of it with my tongue.”
I gasped, pushing my hands up into his thick hair. “By all means.”
His fingers dug into my thigh, holding me tighter against him. His cock jutting upward. Only two strips of thin material kept me from impaling myself on him. And, Christ, was he enormous. I’d silently hoped that the size of his hands and his over-six-feet height meant what I thought it meant. But now, there was no question in my mind, except how I was going to fit the entire thing inside of me.
“We should go upstairs,” he said. “And I’ll do just that.”
“I don’t think you’re fit to leave this hot tub.”
“Hmm,” he said. “I guess you’ll have to fix that.”
I pulled back and looked into his eyes in surprise. I hadn’t expected public anything would pique Whitt’s interest.
“That so?”
He held my gaze as his fingers moved upward, tugging the material on my bikini aside and slipping one finger down the seam of my pussy. I gasped both in pleasure and shock. Where had my good guy gone, and when had he become this daring? And why was I twice as turned on by the thought of doing this in public with him?
“Like this?” he asked and thrust a finger inside of me.
My head dropped back, and a strangled, “Yes,” escaped me.
He withdrew his finger and inserted two the next time. My entire body shuddered. His thumb found my clit and circled it as he worked up a slow, controlled rhythm.
“I…I was thinking your…cock,” I gasped as I rode his hand.
“You’ll get my cock,” he assured me. “You’ll get it when I’m good and ready to give it to you.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, only half-teasing with the nickname.
His free hand tightened on my hip, almost to the point of pain. It only intensified everything all at once.
“I want you to come for me first. Get you good and ready to take me.”
“I…”
Whatever I’d been about to say flitted from my mind as his mouth descended on my breast. He nipped at my nipple, dragging it between his teeth through the fabric. It pebbled at his insistence. All while his fingers thrust in and out of me.
“Fuck, I’ve dreamed about your tits.”
I inhaled sharply. “You have?”
His gaze found mine briefly before he pushed one strap of my top off of my shoulder, baring me before him. There, he could see my erect nipple and full breast. We were in a public place, and I should have cared, but somehow, I didn’t.
His head descended again. His tongue trailed along my breast before he took my nipple in his mouth, sending shock waves down my body. Everything came to a head at once. His mouth against my nipple. His fingers and hard cock grinding against my exposed pussy. The water lapped against my clit as his thumb applied the perfect amount of pressure. I stood no chance.
“Whitt,” I gasped.
“Come for me. Come now,” he ordered.
And there was no holding back. My back arched, pressing my breasts against his chest, and I came hard in the water. An incoherent whimper left my mouth as I came down off the high.
“Fuck, that was beautiful. I need to fuck you now.”
“Yes,” I gasped.
He shucked his lounge shorts to the bottom of the hot tub, and I got my first distorted view of his cock. My mouth salivated at the sight of him. He was every inch as glorious as I’d suspected he was. A slight flicker of fear ran through me. I was turned on. I’d just come. And still…he was massive.
“You can take it,” he told me, as if reading my expression.
“You’ll be gentle?” I asked with a smirk on my lips.
“No. No, I won’t.”
My pussy pulsed at the words and the firm grasp of his hips as he guided me down onto his cock. I groaned in unrestrained desire and agony at the first feel of him. He was going to tear me apart. Every single part of me wanted him to do his worst.
For the first time, I was starting to wonder if I had misjudged my good guy. He might be good, but he was pure bad in bed.
I was halfway saddled on him when he got impatient and thrust upward. My hands clamped down on his big, broad shoulders, and his landed on my ass, dragging me down as he jerked upward. A muffled moan of pleasure came out of his mouth, and it might have been the hottest thing I’d ever heard.
“Eve,” he groaned. “You feel…fucking incredible.”
“You’re…you’re pretty incredible yourself,” I managed to get out as I was fully seated on his impressive cock.
“This is going to be quick,” he said when our eyes met. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast because I cannot hold out any longer. I need to come inside your pussy.”
“Yes,” I pleaded.
Whitt took that as all the permission he needed. Even though I was on top, he was in complete control. His hands on my ass were the leverage he needed to lift me up and slam me back down on top of him. The water made me practically weightless. I met each of his precise thrusts with a push down until we were a tidal wave in the hot, bubbling water.
I didn’t think he’d be able to heat me up again so fast. But watching him work my body sent me into a frenzy. The feel of his cock pounding inside of me over and over again. The part of his lips as he got closer to the edge. The smack of skin on skin.
Any minute, someone could burst into the pool. The hotel was, after all, full of cowboys. A fact that I thought Whitt would care about. But if he didn’t, then I certainly wasn’t going to say anything about it. Not with his cock inside of me. My breasts exposed to the entire place. An orgasm already rocketing through me.
“Fuck,” he snarled. “Eve…”
“Yes,” I gasped.
His nails dug into my hips. “Goddamn it, I’m going to come. Are you going to come?”
It was a statement, worded as a question. There was only one answer.
And I responded by leaning back and crying out into the echo chamber of the indoor pool. He grunted as my orgasm triggered his that he’d been holding on to by a hair trigger.
Then, his mouth was on mine again, needy and demanding. Our lips colliding as we both came down from a powerful climax that left my legs shaking. Finally, finally, he released me.
A small sigh puffed out of his lips. His eyes half-lidded. It was the filthiest look I’d ever seen in my life. And as inconceivable as it was, I was turned on again.
His thumb reached up and brushed across my bottom lip. I stuck my tongue out and grazed the digit. His eyes heated again.
Just then the door to the pool opened, and a host of rowdy cowboys barreled inside, carrying a few pizza boxes and a case of Miller Lite. I hastily pulled my top back into place so they couldn’t see my bare breasts. For a second, I thought that he might revert to the regular Whitt. That their interruption would remind him we were in a public place.
But he just lifted me off of him and said, “Get your ass upstairs so I can fuck you again the way I want to.”
The growl in his voice sent a shiver straight back to my pussy. It didn’t matter that I’d come twice in quick succession. I was more than ready to do it again.
“Hot tub time!” the first cowboy cried.
I laughed. “All yours.” And then I scampered out of the hot tub.
Whitt discreetly pulled his shorts back on and followed me out as it was commandeered by the rodeo guys. I wrapped a towel around my chest while Whitt grabbed the bottle of wine, tossed our glasses, and then took my hand, all but dragging me toward the exit.
We were both still dripping wet when we stumbled into the empty elevator. I fumbled for our floor number as he slammed me backward into the wall. Our mouths fit together as he kissed me. My body molded to his. Two pieces coming together to become one.
His hand slid low, pushing aside my towel and cupping my pussy. I gasped against him, and he just grinned.
“Going to own this tonight, baby.”
I purred against his chest, “Yes, sir.”
The elevator dinged open. Whitt grabbed my hand again, and together, we hurried down the hall to the only room available in the entire establishment. Even if we’d had two rooms, we only would have used one. He tapped the key card against the entrance, and we fell inside.
Towels dropped on the floor. I pulled the strings of my bikini top, letting it follow. My bottoms went next and then his shorts. My jaw dropped open at the sight of his cock in all its glory. The water had not done it justice, and my pussy clenched in shock that I’d been able to handle all of that. Let alone on top of him.
“Come here,” he growled.
His hand snaked out to grasp the back of my neck and tug me into him. Our lips collided once more as we fell backward onto the bed. His hips settled between my spread legs. His cock poised to take what he’d already claimed.
“So much for deciding who gets the bed,” I teased as I nipped at his bottom lip.
“If I had it my way, you’d be on my cock all night.”
“Have it your way.”
He smirked. “Think you can handle me all night, baby?”
He punctuated his question by rubbing his hard cock against the folds of my pussy. I shuddered at the friction. The feel of my own wetness coating him. The rough brush against my already-sensitive clit.
“Only one way to find out,” I challenged.
He grinned, a wicked thing like I’d never seen on his features. It made me want to get on my knees and beg. I’d crawl for him. I’d do anything he wanted if only he would give me all that his solid body and dirty mouth were offering.
He pulled back then. I made a sound of protest, but he just grabbed my hips and flipped me over. I scrambled onto all fours.
“Ass up,” he commanded as he pushed my head down into the mattress.
His hands moved over the bottom of my ass. I knew it was a sight to behold. I did enough squats and dead lifts and hip thrusts to make it as round and juicy as it was. All those days of sweating in the gym had really paid off for this moment. I was going to have to tell my personal trainer that I had a new ambition. Not just having the greatest ass possible, but an ass that would make Whitt Wright want to spank it. A girl had to have goals.
I saw God the first time he thrust into me. My body could barely contain him at this angle. It was as deep as it would go. I could practically feel his cock in my stomach.
My hands clenched into the white hotel comforter. “Fuck.”
Maybe he was right. He’d called my bluff. I wasn’t sure I could handle him all night. Not if I had to walk tomorrow. Or drive back to Lubbock. Oh fuck.
“That’s right,” he said, thrusting in and out again. “Let your filthy pussy take it. Take it all. Every”—he slammed into me harder—“single”—again—“inch.”
I rocked forward with the force of his last thrust. I was incoherent with need as he railed into me. His hands tugging my hips backward as he moved inside of me. The wet smacking of his balls against my clit. My vision went in and out, and it took all of my strength to not let my arms give out.
Before our time in the hot tub, I would have said there was no way he could bring me to climax twice. Let alone three times. Now, I was bent forward at the waist—my face in the mattress, his hands on my ass, his cock buried in my pussy—and I was pretty sure he could make me come until I saw heavenly bodies.
“Oh—oh God,” I gasped. “Please. Please.”
My murmurs turned incomprehensible. He just chuckled and sped up. Then, it all hit a crescendo at the same time.
He roared behind me, emptying deep inside of my pussy. I screamed his name into the hotel, hoping that every cowboy in the place heard me do it. Then, I collapsed forward against the bed. Sweaty, panting, and exhausted, I crawled to put my head against a pillow and promptly passed out.
11
Whitton
The next morning should have been awkward.
Instead, I’d rolled Eve over, fucked her senseless for a third time in so many hours, and then we packed up and drove home. We didn’t even mention it on the drive. I let her pick the music, but not drive the car. There was only so much bending a man could take.
Once we got into Lubbock, she kissed me long and hard and drove herself home in her beat-up 4Runner that continued to cause her problems. And I’d sat in the parking lot, wondering what in the fuck I had just done.
I was still trying to figure it out on Monday morning as I worked on the paperwork for the Midland survey. Instead, my mind could only replay in vivid detail exactly what had happened after we completed the survey. The taste of her skin and the round of her ass and the feel of her dripping wet pussy.
“Fuck,” I growled, low and irritable.
If I didn’t get my thoughts under control, I was going to get hard at my desk. And there was nothing I could fucking do about it here. My hand certainly wouldn’t sate what Eve had awakened when she offered me a taste of her sweet sin.
“Knock, knock,” a voice said.
I cleared my throat, erasing the memories from my conscious mind, and turned to find Jensen and Jordan standing outside of my office. You’d guess they were siblings rather than cousins at first glance. It still surprised me that we all looked so much alike. If I’d had any real doubts about whether we were all related, it’d died with our appearance.
“Hey. How can I help you?” I came to my feet, buttoning my suit coat closed.
“You already are,” Jensen said. “Whitton, meet my son, Colton.”
He gestured behind him where a little mini me stood broodily. He was already almost as tall as his dad at only fifteen. His dark hair was long and moppish in what must be the current fashion. He was in a suit, and he wore it like he’d been born into it. A slouchy, disinterested posture painted across his figure.
To his credit, he met my eye straight on when he was introduced and held his hand out. “Nice to meet you.”
So, maybe he wasn’t a total shit. Just an entitled one who had grown up incredibly privileged. A fallen prince.
I shook his hand—hard. “So, you’re my new intern?”
“So they tell me.”
Jensen cleared his throat, and Colton shot his father an irritated look.
“I mean, yes.” His eyes snapped back to me. “Sir. Yes, sir. Happy to be here.”
The words were there, but the sincerity was lacking. What had I thought would happen anyway? He’d been sent here, likely against his will, for the shit he’d pulled back in New York. So, I wasn’t just saddled with the boss’s kid, but a surly, unrepentant one. Well, I could work with that.
“Great. I like my coffee with one cream and two sugars. It’s down the hall, to the left.”
“Coffee,” Colton repeated.
“At least he’s not sending you to Monomyth for the good stuff,” Jordan said with a smirk.
“They have good coffee in this town?” Colton asked with a quirk of his lips. “Doubtful.”
“Unfortunately, no coffee runs. He won’t have his license until February,” Jensen said.
Colton mumbled under his breath, “I won’t need a license in the city.”
“If you go back,” Jensen said through his teeth. He reached his hand out again. “Thanks again.”
“No problem. I can handle this.”
Jordan clapped Jensen on the shoulder and gestured for him to leave. The worried father looked back once at his troubled son and then disappeared from my office with Jordan. Colton waited for him to get on the elevator before sinking into a chair and kicking his feet up.
“Glad that’s over. Can you tell them I’m doing a good job and, like, let me out of prison?”
I brushed his feet off of my desk. “Listen here. I don’t give two shits who you were in New York City, but here, you’re nobody. A nobody who is now my responsibility. You can drop the poor little rich-boy act. It isn’t going to work on me.” I watched his cool expression morph into dismay. “I have a lot of work to do, and I’m not babysitting. You’re here to work.”
“But—”
“Coffee, one cream, two sugars.”
