Page 54 of Trying Not to Need You

“You think?” she asks, her voice giving away how turned on she is.

“Mm-hmm,” I say, my hand sliding beneath her sweatshirt, resting on her belly. Her skin is so fucking soft.

She rocks her hips, and it pulls a groan out of me that I should be embarrassed about, but I couldn’t give a single fuck who knows what this woman in my arms does to me.

“Mac—” she breathes.

I can’t take it. I need to feel whether this ride affected her the way it affected me. I slide my fingers beneath the waistband of her leggings and pause.

“Don’t stop,” she demands, and that’s the green light I was hoping for.

I continue, meeting the band of her panties, silk from the feel of them beneath my fingers, and keep moving until I find her pussy. She’s soaked. “Is this for me?” I ask her, trailing more kisses down her neck.

“You,” she pants.

I trace my way through her folds. The silkiness of her desire coats my fingers, and I’m dying to feel that same wetness, along with her tight heat wrapped around my cock. Instead, I settle for gently rotating the pad of my thumb against her clit, causing her hips to jerk.

“I’ve got you,” I whisper as I slide one long digit inside her. “Fuck, your pussy feels so good, Bay. So good.” I add another finger, and she grips my forearms. Not to get me to stop, just to hold on.

“Ma—Macklin.” She gasps. “I need more.”

“Tell me, baby. You know I’ll give you whatever you want. Tell me what you need, and it’s yours.”

“You. Inside me.”

“I am inside you,” I tell her, and to provide further evidence, not that I need it, I curl my fingers just slightly, and that earns me a deep moan. “See,” I say, cocky as ever, because there is nothing better than knowing she’s feeling this kind of pleasure because of me.

“Your cock,” she rasps.

“Done.” I slowly pull my fingers away and my hand out of her pants before bringing my fingers to my mouth to lick them clean. Her head is turned, watching my every move over her shoulder. “Best thing I’ve had all day,” I tell her, and her eyes sparkle with understanding. I’d take her as my snack over a cookie any day.

“I’ve got you. I’m not going to let you fall. I need you to swing your legs, both to one side, and then turn to face me.”

“But I thought—” she starts, but I place my hand, the one that was just inside her, over her mouth.

“You asked for my cock, baby, and that’s what you’ll get. But we’re doing it my way. I’m fucking you on my bull, Baylor. Now, be a good girl, and turn for me.” She does as I ask, sliding her legs to one side, then one leg over the other, so that she’s straddling the bull backward.

Reaching out, I run my fingers over the seam of her leggings, right over her pussy that I know is dripping wet for me. “How attached to these are we?” I ask her.

Her body shudders. “I have ten pairs just like them,” she answers.

“Doesn’t matter, I’ll buy you a new pair,” I tell her as I grip the fabric on either side and tear.

She gasps, then begins to laugh hysterically. “You did not just rip my leggings.”

“They were in my way.”

“I could have gotten down and taken them off,” she says, her smile lighting her eyes.

“Nah, where’s the fun in that?” I smirk. Reaching down, I lift my hips and pull down my sweats and my boxer briefs, and my cock springs free, begging for relief. I pick up the remote that I tossed after our ride and place it on the back of the bull. We’re going to need that.

“I want these off,” she says, tugging at my sweats.

“Okay.” She gets what she wants. “You stay put.” I scoot back and hop off the back end of the bull, kick off my shoes, my sweats, and my underwear, leaving me fully naked.

“Mine, too,” she says, already turned sideways on the bull.

I make quick work of her boots, tug her torn leggings and her drenched panties over her thighs and down her legs, then toss them to the floor before jumping back onto the bull. Baylor’s already stripped out of her shirt, and I reach around her to unclasp her bra, not caring where it lands when I toss it.