BUCKED Box Set: A Bull Rider Western Romance (43 page)

When
I reached
his basketball shorts, I
slid my hand inside of the drawstring and wrapped my palm around his throbbing
manhood.

We both knew that we didn’t have much
time; my father and his mother could be back any moment and with heightening
passion this intense, neither one of us wanted to risk having to stop before
our explosion of love had reached its climax.

As I felt his large, warm member, it was
now Tyler who groaned before he grasped my wrist and pushed my hand further
down, so that I had no other choice but to take him into my hand more fully.

Feeling him against me, almost completely
naked, made my own womanliness begin to heat up, tingle and moisten, but not
before Tyler snaked his way up my bare stomach with now both of his hands and
freed my breasts from the sports bra I was wearing.

With one quick motion, barely even taking
time to unlock our lips from one another, Tyler tore my bra off of my body and
moved his hands down so that they could relieve my lower body of my tight,
form-fitting yoga pants.

Once I was completely naked, I giggled
with excitement as I felt my senses heighten. I certainly didn’t want to get
caught, but the fact that there was a far higher chance of being caught only
added to the allure.

Instinctually, I covered my breasts,
taking my hand off of his enlarged maleness, feeling a bit modest for the
moment, while he discarded his shorts completely.

Yet, he did not allow me to be shy very
long, for as soon as he was able, he moved back toward me, ravenously thrust my
legs apart, and moved between them. He threw my hands out of the way so that he
could begin to massage my breasts, as well as the upper half of my body.

I groaned with pleasure as the sensation
coursed through me, but Tyler was quick to steal my voice with another long,
delicious, exploratory kiss.

With every moment that passed we both
became more savage. As he took in the taste of me with the sweet and sultry
invasion of his tongue, plunging deep into my throat, my hands scoured over his
heated, sweating body ravenously, trying to pull him closer to me from every
possible angle.

The feel of his bare skin slapping up
against my own as we moved caused the feeling of ecstasy that was gearing up
inside of me to excel at a blossoming, almost overwhelming rate.

At one time, his hand moved up and even
clasped my chin in his palm, turning my head so that he could ease himself
deeper into my mouth.

I writhed with anticipation, but for the
moment, he made me wait. I felt my body moan in protest, but he was consuming
me too greatly for the sound to break past him into my ears. It was then that I
realized he had taken full and complete control over me.

I supposed that I should have been scared
or possibly leery, but I wanted him so badly, that I didn’t care. I knew that
he wasn’t going to hurt me and therefore, I continued to ease myself closer to
him and enjoyed every moment of him doing the rest for me.

Then, as his hands slid over my breasts
and stopped to fondle my nipples, I felt a tingling sensation flow throughout
my entire body, centered throughout my bosom. This feeling caused the rest of
my senses to become all the more alert as I noticed an increase in moisture
lubricating the apex of my legs, awaiting his aroused virile flesh and my
pelvis thrusted towards him, jealous of the attention that my breasts were
receiving.

Suddenly, the memory of his fiery brand
was not enough to quench the thirst of my longing. I knew that I needed him
inside of me, before it was too late and we lost the opportunity. To speed up
the process, I threw my legs up and wrapped them eagerly around his middle,
pulling my own sizzling furnace up so that it rubbed against him as our loins
began to throb in love and longing as one beautiful intense entity of desire.

When I did this, he laughed and I felt the
vibration of his voice deep within my throat, before he pulled his head back
and repositioned himself so that he could easily claim me with a swift,
driving, deep thrust of his swollen staff.

I called out from the force of the passion
that consumed me, but had little time to recover before he began plunging his
way into a hasty, yet satisfying motion.

Our lovemaking was quick and hard, almost
to the point of being rough, but I loved every moment of it. In addition to the
fact that we both felt as though we were in a hurry, because we could easily be
discovered at any moment, there was also so much pent up sexual attraction and
need inside of us both that we simply could not control ourselves from allowing
our bodies and our instincts to take over.

The two of us wildly thrashed back and
forth as our bare skin continued to slap against one another and the emotions
inside of us grew into a sense of excitement that neither one of us could
completely control.

By the time we were immersed in our own
unique rhythm, we had completely forgotten about the possibility that anyone
could walk in on us. In fact, in my mind, by the time we reached our climax,
while my back bowed in order to feel him insert deeper and his hands grasped at
my shoulders with a force that showcased the amount of emotion he was feeling,
there really was no one else in the world besides Tyler and I.

The feel of his manliness completely
filling me, along with the motion of our love, cleared my mind of everything
and anything else. We were in a place that was all our own, where there was
absolutely no one to bother us.

My brain felt a sense of clarity and
excitement as I reached the pinnacle moment of our sex and I felt the rate of
my breathing increase to an extraordinary level. I moaned and forced my body,
which I knew would be overworked after we were finished, to keep the pace, in
order to please myself, in addition to giving Tyler the pleasure that his own
heightened breaths told me I was providing him.

My moans quickly turned into gasps, which
eventually turned into an explosive scream, which I hoped to God no one heard.
I tried to mute myself, but as I felt Tyler explode inside of me after a
quickened pace, with his warm love lava oozing into every crevice that I had
within me, I could not help the cry.

“Don’t stop…” I begged breathlessly
in-between my wails of sexual victory and I saw Tyler sneer in a satisfied way
before he began to return to my desired pace. After a few more skillful prods,
my body began to quake, which led to a soul-shattering moment of euphoria.

I let out one more scream of passion
before I felt my womanliness begin to convulse around him in a series of spasms
which caused my whole body to shudder.

Once my body calmed a little, I felt my
body convulse around his still wildly enlarged erection, while my hurried
breath panted loudly in our ears.

I stared up at Tyler and giggled
excitedly, while he smiled down at me and easily curled his hand around the
frame of my face, before sweetly tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

It was then that I realized I was
completely right about how exhausted I would be once the allure of our lust
began to calm. My arms and legs suddenly felt as though they had acquired a
host of invisible weights and were almost impossible to move. Yet, I felt
completely content, as though I could fall asleep with Tyler next to me, right
then and there.

However, the feeling of contentment didn’t
last long. As soon as Tyler pulled out of me, we both froze, hearing a car door
slam.

“Oh shit!” Tyler muttered.

“Is that the parents?” I demanded, popping
my head up and looking outside at the car that had just pulled up in the
driveway.

Confirming my own question, I parroted,
“Oh shit!” and jumped to my feet, beginning the mad dash to get dressed again,
even in the most basic way, so that no one would suspect anything.

All I could think as I pulled my soaking
wet sports bra and yoga pants back onto my equally soaked body, hurrying to
make it all appear normal before my dad and Tyler’s mother walked into the
house and saw us there was,
Thank God for
workout clothes!

Chapter
38

Tyler

“Come on, Ashley,” I said as she lay
carefully on my chest, trying to be convincing later on that night, after my
mother and her father had once again gone out for the night. “I really want you
to be there.”

It had been a close call, but we had made
it through without arousing any suspicion. However, in all honesty, it wasn’t
like they were all that interested in us. They were far too busy sticking their
tongues down one another’s damn throats to really care what we were doing
there. They had accepted that we were returning from a workout easily and
Ashley had brought the explanation home by explaining that I had a competition
I was training for and that she had agreed to help.

My mother, tired of hearing about my
competitions, which she never showed very much interest in anyway, brushed it
off and moved on. Ashley’s father asked a few basic questions before following
his wife, probably to engage in their own fuck session.

I didn’t give a shit either way.

Nonetheless, it was nice not having to
explain anything to them and since they left soon after that, we were able to
continue where we had left off in my room once we knew the coast was clear.

I heard her sigh in response to my
question and I knew, even though I couldn’t see her eyes, that she was rolling
them at me. “Why is it so important for me to come?”

“Because I fucking want you there,” I
answered casually, squeezing her into my arms carefully but securely.

She shook her head and answered, “But
there is going to be so many people there and I just don’t know if I can deal
with seeing everyone from my past, all at once.”

“I’ll be there,” I assured her. “And you
have to face them sometime.” I let out a cocky grin before I added “And
besides, between the two of us, everyone is there to see me, not you. At most
you will be uncomfortable for a few minutes, then the show will start, I will
steal everyone’s heart and you returning to town will be old news.”

I could tell that she was thinking about
it, which was fucking fine with me. At least I had shifted the tides of her
opinion from a solid no to a maybe. Eventually, I would wear her down. After
all, how could she say no to me? I couldn’t even say no to myself. I was just
too damn irresistible.

Finally, she answered, “Okay. I guess I’ll
come.” She paused and added, “But what if…I run into…you know…that guy?”

At this, I felt a flair of fury engulf me
before I reared back and glowered down at her, while she stared back up at me.
“If you have any problems with anyone, I will protect you. You don’t have to
worry about anything. I will jump out of the fucking ring, in the middle of my
competition and pound anyone who bothers you to the ground without hesitation.”

She smiled, knowing that I meant it. But
what I realized then, and was too afraid to say at the moment, was that she was
worth being disqualified, or anything really. I had never felt like that about
anyone…and I fucking hated it.

Still, she seemed satisfied with that as
she nodded her head and smiled at me. “Okay.”

“So, you’ll go?” I asked, far more hopeful
than I had intended.

“Yes, I will go. I think it might be fun.”

“It will be fun!” I answered excitedly and
then I laughed as I added, “I mean, shit! What could be more fun than watching
me take home the gold? I know that I certainly enjoy it and I have a sneaking
suspicion that you will too.”

At this, she laughed and snuggled into me.
“You’re so modest,” she teased.

I just smiled back at her, knowing wholly
that she was completely full of shit.

On the day of the competition, I felt like
I was ready for anything.

In the last few days, I had not only
improved my carrying, I had also perfected my deadlifting; just as I had
assured Ashley I would. Everything else was falling nicely into place.

I also couldn’t believe how happy I was
that Ashley was coming with me. I wasn’t exactly going to spell that out for
her, but I was impressed by my level of excitement myself. I honestly hadn’t
been completely sure that I would ever be so enthused by the thought of someone
coming to watch my competition.

I had concluded a long time ago that
growing up, with no one coming to anything that I had, at school or otherwise,
that I had to rely solely on myself. However, now I knew that I was at least
capable of feeling excitement over the presence of someone besides myself doing
something, and I knew that was improvement.

Every
little bit helps,
I told myself, after Ashley had dropped
me off in the area for the competitors and left to find a seat.

She had given me a kiss goodbye this
morning, in my room, and although I wanted our relationship to be a little more
public, I was beginning to understand, at least for her sake, why she didn’t
want that shit to get out.

I still didn’t give a crap. It was my life
I was living. Not my mother’s and certainly not Ashley’s father’s but I found
that I had a sense of respect, buried deep inside of me, and I had chosen to
show it for Ashley. I wanted her to know, without having to get all sentimental
and shit, how I felt about her, even though I wasn’t even sure myself.