Untamed (Thoughtless #4)(4)
Twisting her head to me, her long brown hair seductively curling around her shoulder, she said, “Kiera and Ryder are going too, so Gibson will have someone to play with…not that Ryder does much yet. He’s only nine months old. Still, at least she’ll have someone to keep her entertained besides us, you know?”
I nodded so she would think I was paying attention, but I really wasn’t. She’d mentioned Kellan’s kid and his super-rigid wife, but that was about all I got. I was too busy picturing what Anna’s ass would look like when she put those shoes on. Uncomfortable things were starting to rub together, and I adjusted how I was sitting while she continued.
“There are two buses for the bands, plus Kellan and Kiera’s private bus. Matt is sharing a bus with Avoiding Redemption, but I think Evan is riding with Holeshot and that new band…Staring at the Wall. Kiera said we could stay on her bus if we want, instead of riding with the rest of the guys.” She looked back at me with a smirk on her lips. “Well, actually, what she said was Gibson and I could ride with her and Kellan…and if you had to, you could ride with us…for a leg or two. So long as they were short legs.”
That got my attention, and I glanced up from her outstanding ass to look at her amused face. “Fuck that. I’m riding you the entire time. Fuck whoever tries to get me off you.” She raised an eyebrow in question and I automatically shook my head. “You heard me right. I’m riding you.” I waggled my eyebrows to make it even more suggestive, in case she’d missed it. She hadn’t though. My wife had a mind nearly as dirty as mine.
Anna shrugged as she refocused her attention on her clothes. Pulling out a sunshine-yellow dress, she said, “Kiera will be thrilled…but I’d rather ride you too, so she’ll just have to deal.”
Twisting around, she placed the dress against her body like she was modeling it for me. I tilted my head, like I was really deciding if I liked it. I wasn’t. Anything she wore was awesome, so I didn’t care what it was. I had another, far more interesting reason to act like I cared though, one that could pay off big for me. Before she even asked my opinion on the dress, I gave her one. “I’m not sure…I need to see the shoes first.”
She set the shoes down and started to slip the dress on but I stopped her. “No, no…just the shoes.” I kept my voice intentionally low and husky. Anna lifted her eyes to mine, and a playful lust flickered to life in her eyes. With a sexuality that rivaled only my own, she removed the dress and slipped on her heels. She struck a swimsuit-model pose when she was done and my cock stiffened to full readiness.
Goddamn, she was so hot. Even eighty million months pregnant, she was the sexiest thing around. I wanted her to rip her underwear off and straddle me. She could leave the shoes on. Fuck yeah.
“I want you to strip and ride my cock,” I bluntly told her. “But leave the heels,” I added. One of the greatest things about being in a relationship with Anna was the fact that I didn’t have to sugarcoat anything. If I wanted her to suck me off, all I had to do was ask. She might not do it, if she wasn’t in the mood, but she never freaked out about me asking her shit like that. Even if we were in the checkout line at Walmart, she was cool about it.
With an intrigued half smile on her lips, she sauntered toward me. She played with a long dark curl while she walked, and the throbbing in my pants got so bad, I had to give myself a good rub to make it simmer down.
“We’re late, baby,” she murmured, as she stepped in front of me.
“Fuck if I care,” I said, leaning back onto my elbows on the ottoman. Yes, do it. I want you.
Leaning over me, she placed her hands on my thighs to support herself, giving me an outstanding view of her cleavage. I bet the view of her backside right now was equally spectacular. Fuck. Why the hell weren’t there any mirrors in here? I needed to rectify that immediately.
“Matt will have your head if you’re late to rehearsal again,” she said. Then she licked her bottom lip and bit it. The soft skin shone in the lights, calling to me. I needed those lips on me. Everywhere.
“I don’t give a shit about what Matt does to my head. You, on the other hand…” I thrust my hips up a little, just in case she’d missed that innuendo too. Again, she hadn’t. My girl was a hell of a lot smarter than me.
With a smile that even Angelina Jolie would be jealous of, Anna started lowering her head. My eyes widened as her lips approached my zipper. She placed a soft kiss on the ridge of my cock straining against my jeans. She might as well have touched me with a cattle prod. The jolt sent a delicious sizzle throughout my body, and I felt a faint wetness coat the tip of my dick. I was so ready for her. I was about to start begging if she didn’t do more than just kiss me. No, not about to beg. I would beg; I was man enough.
“Please, baby. I want that gorgeous mouth over me, tracing me, teasing me. Then I want that beautiful body on top of me, so I can slide inside you. I want to feel your wet * tighten all around me, while we start to move…” I lifted my hand over my lap, then made a rocking motion, like I was holding on to her hips, guiding her, moving her faster and faster…“Oh yeah, just like that, baby.”
I was doing such a good job of mimicking the movement that I could almost feel the buildup starting. Damn, could I come without even touching her? Maybe, but that wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying.