Wicked Force (Wicked Horse Vegas #4.5)(37)

My hand slides from her breast, down her stomach, and in between her legs, which part for me. I flick at her clit, causing her to writhe with need. I press fingers into her and slowly thrust them in and out until she’s all but begging for me to let her come.

“I want to ride you,” she pants and doesn’t give me a chance to deny her.

Not that I would.

Before I can even move my hand from her sweet spot, she’s flipping on my lap and straddling my groin. I scoot down from the headboard, bringing her right along with me, until I’m lying flat and she’s sitting on me with her legs spread wide.

I take a moment just to look at her nakedness and the fact that sometimes she can be painfully shy in her nudity, but other times she’ll just open right up for me.

This is one of those times.

We had a “talk” earlier this week about safe sex, and after mutual assurances and praise be to birth control pills, we decided to do away with condoms. It’s something that is sacred to me as I’ve never not used a condom. Never been with a woman long enough or cared about one enough to even have that conversation. While I’ve been with many, I’ve always been protected and was up to date on my health screenings. In all her sweetness, Joslyn told me she’d only been with one other guy when she lost her virginity and they used a condom then. It was enough for me to do away with the damn things and let me just say... fucking my girl bare is probably the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.

Joslyn shifts and presses her knees into the mattress, rising up. I use the opportunity to push my briefs down and free myself. She bats my hand away to take my length in her tiny palm. I groan as she squeezes but keep my eyes open so I can watch how she feeds me into her body.

Christ, I see stars in my eyes as she takes me in and swallows me into heat and wetness, and I want to thrust up into her so bad, but I also want her to fuck me.

I grit my teeth and raise my hands up to tuck them beneath my head. I clasp them hard and tell myself to leave them there so I don’t take the control away from Joslyn.

She stares down at me with hazy eyes, as if she doesn’t know what to do for a moment. But I know she does because she’s ridden me before. In fact, there’s not a position we haven’t tried.

Pressing her hands onto my abs, she gains her center and rotates her hips a little.

“Mmm,” she purrs and licks her bottom lip.

Fuck, that’s sexy.

Joslyn rises like a siren moving from ocean to air, letting me slide free almost to the tip before she pushes back down onto me.

Fuck yes, that’s how I like it.

Now digging her teeth down into her bottom lip and a fierce look of determination, Joslyn starts to fuck me. Slowly at first, but as her own need builds, she picks up the pace. I love watching her chase an orgasm. The other night I made her masturbate while I watched and it may have been the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Touch yourself,” I tell her through gritted teeth.

She does, using one hand to rub her clit and the other to pinch her nipple. It’s so damn erotic I can feel myself starting to crest.

“Come on, baby,” I urge and her hand moves faster between her legs. I know it feels damn good to her because she starts to falter on her rhythm.

Fuck it. My hands go to her hips and I help her along. I force her to move faster on me, using my strength to guide her up and down. She works at her slippery core and when she cries out, tightening all around me in release, I lose my shit and start to come right along with her. I bark out a cry of satisfaction, using my hands to keep her pressed onto me tight even as my hips buck upward. She shudders and I pulse inside her, and I’ve never felt closer to another human before as our orgasms ripple, then mingle together.

Joslyn collapses onto my chest and I rub my hands along her sweaty back, giving her whispers of praise for rocking my world.

Goddamn, she rocks my world.

I’m going to be crushed when she leaves.





Chapter 18



Joslyn



I put forth every ounce of effort into pretending Justin Voss is my Kynan as we engage in the scene-ending kiss. Amazingly, my stomach doesn’t churn and for even a brief moment, I’m lost in thinking about Kynan. He drove me and Mom to the airport early this morning for our flight to Los Angeles, giving me a hard hug at the terminal.

“Try your best, babe,” he told me. “That’s all you can do. But no matter what happens, I’m so damn proud of you.”

That has stuck with me all day. Through the flight and car ride over to the same conference room where I had my first audition. It bolstered me when Justin made some disparaging remarks about my abilities to the casting director, not even caring that I could hear him. It pushed me right through my fear when it was time to perform.

Justin pulls away from me and leers. “Damn, Joslyn. You clearly learned how to kiss these past few weeks.”

“I just pretended you were my boyfriend,” I reply sweetly but in a low tone only he could hear. He gives me a smirk to indicate he doesn’t believe me or perhaps it’s that he doesn’t care.

“You nailed it,” Marshall says with a huge grin on his face. He stands up from the chair and gives me a slow clap of appreciation, which embarrasses the hell out of me. Ian and my mom are smiling even more widely than Marshall, and I can see at least their dreams are probably coming true. “You really worked hard these past few weeks, Joslyn. I’m so impressed.”