Horse Play (Horse Play #1) (34 page)

My fingers moved along his jaw and twisted into his hair, pulling him even closer to me, and it didn’t take long for our sweet, innocent kissing to erupt into a full-blown frenzy. Our lips worked fervently against one another’s, Jensen’s fingers curling into my backside as I shifted my hips into his groin. 

Grunting low, he pressed back, meeting my second thrust with one of his own before he began placing kisses along the edge of my lips, down my jaw, until he found his way to the crook of my neck. “Oh, god …” I moaned quietly, my hips pushing forward again, seeking him out. “Jensen, I …” 

“Yes, Madi?” His voice was low and raspy, sending vibrations through me and affecting me in the most amazing ways. “What do you want? Tell me …” 

So many fantasies raced through my mind. All of which involved sex in some way, and considering I was too forgetful to add condoms to our grocery list, I knew that ninety-seven percent of my thoughts weren’t even in the realm of possibilities. “You,” I answered vaguely, only to have him respond with a laugh. 

Laughing didn’t stop him from showering my neck with kisses, gently nipping the more sensitive parts with his teeth. “You know we can’t … It’s just … I don’t want to be irresponsible, here.” 

“Mmm hmm,” I hummed, understanding completely. Then I got bold. “What if I told you I’m on the pill?” 

Jensen groaned against my shoulder. “Madi, think about that. Don’t just say it in the moment because we’re both desperate here.”

I hated that he was right. We barely knew each other. “You’re right,” I agreed. “Safety first.”

Removing his face from my neck, he cradled my jaw in his hands. “I want you
so badly
.” His words created a wave of lust that washed over me, and soon enough, my lips were back on his as I tugged his hair to keep him from pulling away. I didn’t care if we ran out of oxygen; it would have been the best way to go. 

His hands moved back down my body, grazing my ass again before sweeping beneath my shirt and groping me over my bra. A blast of heat erupted through my body, my skin on fire beneath his touch. His hands left my chest, moving slowly back over my ribs until he gripped my shirt and started to lift it skyward.

I didn’t
want
to let go of his hair. I didn’t
want
to stop kissing him. But I
did
want to be naked with him. Really fucking naked. With a groan of displeasure, I parted our lips in favor of being topless. Before I allowed him to resume kissing me, though, I scooted back on his lap and started tugging at his shirt, discarding it to the living room floor as well. 

Jensen’s eyes surveyed my near-naked upper body, his hands rising up, fingers ghosting delicately over my heated flesh. He teased the straps of my bra before hooking his thumbs under them.

Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, our eyes locked. He seemed to be silently asking permission to proceed. I nodded, of course, whimpering in the process as he slowly slid the straps down my arms, goose bumps appearing in the wake of his touch as he moved the white cotton fabric away from my small breasts. 

My breath was shaky as it left my lungs, and Jensen’s hands gripped my ribs over the bra that remained fastened around me, his thumbs brushing my nipples softly. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispered before tightening his grip on my ribs and pushing himself forward until his mouth found my neck.

Alternating tender kisses with forceful ones, he journeyed down my chest. I cried out when his wet tongue started circling my nipple, causing it to harden in his mouth before he grazed it with his teeth. 

Snaking his right arm up my back and clamping his hand down on my shoulder to hold me still, his left hand cupped the breast he was currently tending to, still flicking his tongue over my sensitive flesh. My hands found purchase in his hair again, holding his face against me as my shallow breaths turned to unsteady pants. 

Suddenly both of his hands were on my lower back, and I released a startled cry when he flipped us until he had me pinned on the couch. His mouth left its current location, kissing and licking a trail down to my sternum and up over the other breast, which was actually feeling a little jealous of the attention the right was being paid. He didn’t do anything different to that one, biting and licking and kissing until the skin puckered in his mouth. Goose bumps erupted all-the-fuck-over my body as I thrust my hips up into his. 

“Madi?” Jensen whispered, lifting his face from my chest. I lifted my heavy-lidded eyes to him, trying to focus my hazy vision. “I want …” placing his right hand on my body, his touch was firm as he moved down until his fingers looped in behind the button of my jeans. I whimpered as the very tips of his fingers tickled the sensitive patch of skin above the apex of my thighs. 

A fog of lust rolled in, causing me to lose any cognitive abilities whatsoever. “Whateveryouwant,” I said, my words mashed together as my head fell heavily back to the couch. “Just don’t stop touching me …” With one flick of his wrist, he had my jeans undone, and he moved his hands to my hips as he began to lower them, scooting back from his spot on the couch so he could pull them off completely, along with my panties and socks. 

When I heard the denim hit the floor, I was instantly thrown back into what was happening. I quickly propped myself up on my elbows seeing only a flash of white still wrapped around my ribs below my boobs.
I’m practically naked!
It wasn’t until I saw the look on Jensen’s face as he looked at me with that confident, panty-melting grin on his face, that I felt my sudden anxiety flee. Before I could sit up completely, he lowered himself between my legs again, kissing me hard. The light scruff on his face brushed along my skin, sending shivers of pleasure through me as he left a trail of open and closed-mouthed kisses over my jaw, down my throat, my chest, over my breasts, my abdomen.

 As his lips moved over my hipbones, my legs tightened around him. I tried to suppress the desire that had me yearning to drive my pelvis up into him. My need for him to touch me was soon sated as his fingers slowly moved back and forth between my legs, stopping at the top to swirl around my clit and leaving me breathless and weak-kneed. With his fingers gliding with determination, his mouth continued to move inward before continuing their trek down south. 

“Oh, fuck,” I cried out when his warm tongue darted out to bring me to new heights of ecstasy. His fingers and his tongue worked in unison while his free hand lay flat against my tense abdomen to keep me from pulling away from him as I continued to climb to the peak of rapture, only to fall hard and fast when I climaxed. 

Pleasure flooded my body from all angles as Jensen’s fingers slowly entered me. My back arched against the soft leather couch, and I threw my arms above my head to brace myself as every muscle in my body tensed in preparation of my impending orgasm. As soon as Jensen started humming, his mouth still pressed firmly between my legs, I fell. My legs tightened around his shoulders and my fingers dug into the cushiony arms of the couch above my head as I cried out a long string of profanities. There was no time to be embarrassed for my colorful language as Jensen slowly sat up, smiling like the cat who just ate the canary. Or another cat—which would be a euphemism for my pussy.

My breathing was still ragged as bliss rolled in soothing waves over my body. I wanted to sit up, but I lacked the bones in my body as they had all turned to pudding. “Shit,” I panted breathlessly, running my fingers through my disheveled hair. 

“Yeah,” Jensen said with a chuckle. “You said that already.”

“Did I?”

“Among other things.”

He shifted in his seat, grimacing slightly as he tried to adjust himself without my noticing. 

I felt so guilty. There I was, so caught up in what he was doing to my body, that I had completely neglected him. That was all I needed to find the strength to stand. As I stood before him, still ninety-nine percent nude, I grabbed the remote and turned off the television we weren’t even watching and held out my hand.

“Where are we—?” he started to ask as I tugged him to his feet before trailing him behind me. 

“We’re going to go have a shower.” 

He froze behind me like a stubborn stallion, stopping me in my tracks as well. “Madison, I think that both of us being naked together could lead to something neither of us is prepared for right now.” 

Turning to him, I offered him a calm smile. “I promise I won’t let it go any further than me taking care of you.” I stepped into him, my still-pert breasts pressing against his naked chest. “Let me take care of you, baby,” I purred. “The way you just took care of me.”

Nodding slowly, he acquiesced, and I moved backward down the hall, keeping our eyes locked as I stepped onto the cool tile floor and walked to the tub. 

After starting the shower, I turned back to Jensen and unbuttoned his jeans before letting them fall over his narrow hips to the floor where he stepped out of them. Locking my sights on his brilliant blue eyes again, I slid my hands into his boxer briefs just above his ass. Slowly, I worked them over the muscular curve before moving them around front, brushing his length as I released it. Even though I had seen Jensen naked on a couple of occasions, and held him in my hand that very morning, I still felt my cheeks warm as my eyes dropped between us to stare for what was probably an inappropriate amount of time. 

The bathroom started to fill with fog. Jensen lifted his feet out of his boxers, removing his socks one at a time, and I let my bra fall to the floor. Together, we moved to the edge of the tub where he offered me his hand, and I stepped over the edge. He joined me a half-second later, lowering his face to mine and kissing me softly as he backed me under the warm spray of water. I rested my hands on his waist, tickling the skin there. It quivered under my feathery caresses, and I smiled against his lips having just found out he was ticklish. 

“It’s not that funny,” he said, unable to contain his own smirk as I continued to tickle his sides. All humor dissipated when he kissed me again, pulling me roughly against him until his erection was pressed between us. 

Shifting away from him while our lips and tongues moved enthusiastically together, I slid my right hand between us and wrapped it tightly around him, pushing down to the base before making my ascent once more. 

“Oh, shit,” Jensen moaned around my tongue, resting his forehead to mine, but parting our lips as I continued to stroke him firmly. Warm streams of water flowed over us as I pumped him, hopefully bringing his body the release it needed. 

When his steady breaths turned to the familiar pants I heard in the kitchen that morning, I knew he was close. With my left hand, I cradled his face, coaxing his gaze to mine as I continued to pleasure him. “God, Jensen,” I whispered, our lips just barely touching as I spoke. “I want you. I wish we didn’t have to wait. I want to feel you inside me the next time you make me come.”

Just as I’d hoped, my confession was his complete undoing as his eyes fought the urge to close. He pulsed in my hand, the water washing away the physical evidence of his orgasm. I moved my left hand down over his neck, and I could feel his quickened pulse as he planted his lips firmly on mine. 

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Madison Landry …” The corners of his bright, sparkling eyes crinkled slightly as he smiled wide, his happiness absolutely radiating off of him. His confession shocked me a little, but I chalked it up to the bliss one feels after an orgasm and nothing more.

Feeling playful, I winked at him. “Well, I don’t know that you
deserve
me just yet, Mr. Davis. You may need to work just a little harder,” I teased. 

“Mmm … I think I can do that.” He kissed me softly, causing another blast of desire to erupt beneath my skin. He must have sensed this, because he quickly pulled away and pushed me back under the water, running his fingers over my hair to dampen it completely. “We should get cleaned up before we run out of hot water.” 

I kept my eyes trained on him as he squeezed my shampoo into his hand and worked it between his palms before massaging it into my scalp. Those same delightful tingles that worked their way into my head from his fingers earlier were back, and I found my eyes lulling shut before he rinsed my hair and applied my conditioner in the same manner. 

Letting my conditioner sit in my hair for a few minutes, I switched spots with Jensen and repaid the favor by washing his hair. I knew that offering to wash each other’s bodies would just lead to trouble, so we opted to take care of that ourselves before we rinsed off and climbed out of the shower.

Jensen wrapped my towel around me, securing it tightly beneath my arms before tightening his own around his waist. “So, your room or mine tonight?” he asked as he led us from the bathroom. 

“Yours,” I told him, still struggling with the idea of sleeping on my bed. “I like yours.” 

Nodding his approval, he kissed me quickly. “Okay, go and put your pajamas on. I’ll be waiting.” 

After a moment of deliberation, I opted for a pair of short-shorts and a fitted tank-top. Using my towel, I dried my hair a little before hanging it on the back of my door and heading across the hall where I found Jensen beneath the blankets already. His upper body was completely bare. It was unlikely that the nakedness continued below his waist where his comforter rested, but a girl could dream—and it was likely I would.

With a bounce in my step, I headed for his bed and hopped on, climbing over him to get to the spot he had tacitly designated as mine the night before. I had only made it as far as having one leg on either side of him before he ensnared my barely-clothed hips in his hands.

“I said pajamas. Not your underwear,” he groaned, his eyes growing dark with desire. 

“Down boy,” I said with a devious smirk, not
just
talking to him.
“I didn’t want things to get too hot beneath your fluffy blankets.” Yeah, I was teasing him. It was cruel, really. 

Jensen chuckled, releasing my hips and lightly slapping both sides of my ass. “You’re evil. By you dressing this way, it almost guarantees things getting …
hot
.”