Horse Play (Horse Play #1) (29 page)

“Will,” I whispered before leaning forward and kissing him softly. His breath tasted of mint and coffee, and the scruff that remained on his face delightfully scratched at my skin as he let his lips linger on mine for a moment. 

“Mmm,” he moaned quietly before turning toward the phone. “Willow, Madi has to go now.” 

Willow’s laugh trilled in my ear as Jensen’s mouth returned to mine. “Okay, Madi. I’ll talk to you later. Have fun,” she sang before hanging up. 

After hitting the off button, I let the hand holding the phone fall from my ear, not really hearing the handheld clatter to the floor when I dropped it to fist Jensen’s soft hair. Simultaneously, our mouths opened and our tongues met enthusiastically as my legs tightened and pulled Jensen closer to me. His hands gripped my bare thighs before moving up and under the bottom of our shirt (so maybe I was willing to share it … as long as it smelled like him) until he was tugging at the sides of my panties. 

Scooting toward the edge of the island’s countertop, I moaned when I felt Jensen’s thumbs move under the thin cotton fabric and toward the pulsing between my legs. “Fuck,” I mumbled into his mouth as I thrust my hips forward, forcing his right thumb to make first contact. It was like the motherfucking moon landing, and I wanted him to plant his flag in me. 

He started to pull back, almost as though he realized this was quickly escalating to something we both knew we shouldn’t be doing. “Madison, I hate to admit this, but I don’t have any condoms.” He seemed so upset with himself, which could only mean he wanted to have his way with me just as much as I did. 

In a flash, my left hand moved up to the back of his bicep, holding his right hand in place inside my panties. I grunted, resisting the urge to unabashedly hump his hand again. “We can do other things—non-sex things—to each other.
Please
,” I whined pathetically. “I can’t take this anymore.”

Without any further hesitation, Jensen stopped trying to pull away, instead pressing his lips to mine with need as his fingers travelled to where I had been craving his touch for weeks.

“Oh, god,” he sighed into my open mouth before his fingers slid slowly—deliciously and painfully slow—between my legs, pushing me further and further toward the release that would swallow me whole soon enough. 

As his fingers played me like a piano, his hips moved of their own accord, seeking anything they could to feel half as good as he was making me feel in that moment. Releasing his hair from my grasp, I moved my hand down his neck, his arm, and over his abs before I teased the waist of his pants, tugging on them lightly.

“Do it,” he demanded gruffly, biting my lower lip hard and making me whimper as I plunged my hand into his pants, wrapping it around his thick length for the first time ever. 

It twitched in my grasp as I thrust toward the base, and Jensen grunted as he released my lip from his teeth. Upon opening my eyes, I saw that his were more intense than I’d ever seen them. Holding his stare, I continued to move my hand up and down his length, watching him fight the natural urge to let his eyes roll back in his head with every pass my palm made over the head. 

There was only one thing that could make this even more enjoyable for him without
actually
having sex with him. 

Removing my hand from his pants, Jensen’s eyes widened with confusion and what looked like panic. “What are you—?” His eyes quickly drifted down to my hand, widening more than should have been possible, as I slipped it between my legs. Strangled sounds escaped his strained vocal chords as I slipped my fingers beneath his palm to gather some of the slick moisture there before thrusting my hand back into his pants. 

“Ooooh shiiiiit,” he groaned, his left hand squeezing my thigh almost painfully as my hand slid over his erection with ease. He was so lost to the sensation of my wet hand pumping him that he seemed to have forgotten about my own pleasure. Moving my left leg slightly, I nudged his hand back over so he could resume his previous actions.  

He matched my every move with one of his own, sweeping his fingers over that most-sensitive bundle of nerves before gliding it through the silken flesh and pressing firmly when he arrived at his final destination. “Shit, baby. You feel so good,” he whispered as he teased me a little bit more than was entirely necessary. 

“Yeah,” I moaned, sounding more like a porn star than anything. I tightened my hand around him and pumped him once more. “You, too. So
fucking
good.” Apparently my swearing pushed him that much closer toward the edge, because he groaned and let his forehead fall to my shoulder. 

Resting my head against his until my mouth was right by his ear, I let the sensation of his long, talented fingers pleasuring me take over. “More, Jensen,” I panted. “I need more.” 

I felt the sting of his teeth nipping at my neck at the exact moment he pushed his fingers into me. Biting was never something I would have thought to be erotic in real life, but there was something about it in that exact moment that did wonderful, tingly things to my entire body. Of course, those feelings could have been because his fingers were buried deep, stroking the shit out of that elusive little hot-spot inside me. 

“Yes … Yes …” I moaned over and over again as he moved in and out of me. “Shit … Fuck … Don’t …
Ohhhh
… Don’t stop …” My voice grew louder and louder as his hand moved faster and fucking faster between my thighs. 

Even though I was so focused on the things Jensen was doing to my body, I remained aware of what
I
was doing to
his
. As his speed increased, so did mine. I could tell he was nearing his orgasm as his hips thrust, short and fast, into my hand. “Look at me?” I murmured.

Lifting his head from my shoulder, he placed kisses along the side of my neck and jaw before planting a deep, passionate kiss on my lips. Our mouths parted, eyes meeting and our labored breathing synching up. With his hair falling over his sweat-dampened forehead, I watched as his eyebrows furrowed and felt his body tense between my legs. “Shit, Madison … I’m going to …” 

I nodded, scooting my ass forward on the counter and forcing his fingers just a little deeper, encouraging him to take me with him as he fell into pure ecstasy. His fingers worked their magic inside of me, and his thumb resumed its work externally, bringing me that much closer. The orgasm swelled, my body tensing in preparation, and I tightened my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass as we continued on toward our final destination. 

Jensen brought his face forward, our eyes still only on each other, and rested his forehead to mine. His warm breath wafted over my face as I moved minutely to brush my lips against his. Our soft kiss was broken by our moans as I felt the first wave of rhapsody wash over me, my stomach muscles tightening in its wake, preparing for the next set that I could already feel swelling on the horizon. I could feel his forehead wrinkle against mine, and his eyes hooded further as I continued moving my hand. 

“Yes …” I moaned, nodding my head to let him know what I wanted. The next onslaught of pleasure that crashed down around me was my undoing; I cried out, my voice echoing in the tiny kitchen as I felt Jensen pulse and release in my palm. 

With our bodies physically spent, we sat, unmoving, for what seemed like an eternity, remaining locked in each other’s stare. Jensen’s eyes reflected a kind of peace there that could only come after an orgasm; the calm after the storm. His lips were plump and reddened from the frenzied kisses, and his hair was … well, it was as unruly as ever, but this time it was because I had been running my fingers through it. 

Tilting his head, he kissed the tip of my nose. “That was …” His eyes closed and the corners of his mouth twisted up into a smirk as he remembered. “Fuck, it was amazing.” Removing his hand from my panties, Jensen shifted to the right and grabbed a tea towel from the last drawer in the island counter and handed it to me as I removed my hand from his pants so I could clean it off. 

Smiling lazily as I finished wiping my hand, I sighed. “Yeah. It really was. It’s like weeks of sexual frustration is just …
gone.
” I glanced up at him again. “Thank you.” 

Shaking his head, he moved and kissed me softly. “No. Thank
you
. I probably would have tried to stop us again.” 

I laughed and hopped down from the counter, my legs still a little weak from the pleasure that was still coursing through my veins. “Probably. But I wouldn’t have done anything different. I always get my way.” I grabbed the waist of his pants again and tugged him toward me before standing on the tips of my toes and planting a hard kiss on his lips. “Are you hungry?” 

Jensen nodded. “Famished.” 

“Good. Breakfast should be ready in a few minutes. I’m going to go wash up really quick. I’ll be back.” Jensen tapped my ass lightly as I turned to walk from the room, causing me to giggle like a schoolgirl. 

After locking myself in the bathroom, I washed my hands and brushed my hair again. With a smile permanently plastered on my face, I pulled my hair over my left shoulder and noticed a red welt starting to form on the right side of my neck.

“Oh shit,” I whispered, leaning in to get a good look at the hickey. The mark, while it excited me in the moment—and a little currently, if I’m being completely honest—was going to be a bitch to hide from my dad. How the hell was I going to explain it if he were to see it? Was I going to be confined to turtleneck sweaters and scarves until it faded? It was too damn hot for that nonsense.

Still not sure how I would explain it, I headed to my room and changed my underwear before pulling on a pair of jeans and changing out of my shirt, trading it for a light blue tank top. While I really enjoyed the way Jensen eyed me hungrily when I wasn’t wearing much of anything, I knew that we had a morning full of chores to get done in the barn before Dad returned later. 

When I reached the kitchen again, I saw Jensen had gotten dressed, too. I stood in the doorway, eyeing the island countertop, and I could feel the blush filling my cheeks.

Jensen looked up from setting the table and smirked when he realized what I was staring at. “Yeah, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to look at the kitchen the same way again, either.” 

“That really just happened, huh? It wasn’t some incredibly vivid dream that my sexually-frustrated brain cooked up?” I asked as the timer on the stove sounded. 

After he finished setting the table, Jensen came and stood behind me as I put my oven mitts on, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing his groin right against my ass. “I’m sorry for leaving you frustrated, baby,” he crooned, kissing the sweet spot just behind my right ear before gasping. “Shit! Did I do that?” 

I laughed. “Well, it wasn’t the mailman.” 

“What the hell? Who does shit like that?” He was getting so worked up over something that would likely be gone in two days’ time. 

Working against his hold on me, I turned and placed my oven mitt-covered hands on his cheeks. “I’m fine. And, if I’m being completely honest, I kind of liked it.” I pulled his face down to mine for a kiss. 

“You kinky little freak,” he teased, gripping my hips and meeting me halfway, letting our lips touch briefly before I had to grab breakfast. 

As we ate, I couldn’t stop the memory of what we’d done from playing in my head on a loop. Unfortunately, it was affecting my lower body, forcing me to cross my legs tightly to quell the sudden need that had sprung to life again. The sounds Jensen made with every bite he took wasn’t helping my problem, either. In fact, they were very reminiscent to the ones he made when I made him come. 

Jensen’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with surprise. “What?” I asked, suddenly feeling a little nervous. 

Swallowing thickly and blinking rapidly a few times, he set his fork down. “You … um …” He nervously swallowed again. “That noise …” 

I was instantly mortified as I realized what it was he was trying to say. At some point in my silent reverie
I
had moaned or whimpered or
something
. I dropped my fork and covered my mouth. “Sorry.” 

He half-laughed and shook his head before shifting his chair and taking my hand in his. He tugged, forcing me to stand and then pulling me down onto his lap. “Don’t be. Maybe it’s completely narcissistic, but to know that it’s
me
you’re thinking of when you make those sexy sounds? Well, it makes me want to do things to you that make those memories seem dull.” 

“Fuck me,” I whispered, not meaning it literally—or, kind of not. 

Jensen chuckled, brushing the tip of my nose with his. “Soon, Madison. Until then …” After one last, simple kiss, I went back to my chair so Jensen and I could finish breakfast before heading out to the barn. 

A little over an hour later, all the horses were taken out, so Jensen and I worked at cleaning out the stalls. I assured him I was feeling well enough to get back to more of the physically demanding parts of my job, and after making me promise to let him know if I was feeling any pain, he conceded. We worked through the morning before heading to the house for lunch. 

“So,” I started to say as we walked hand-in-hand through the door. “What do you say we go for a ride this afternoon? Nothing strenuous, maybe just out to our spot?” 

Nodding, Jensen opened the fridge. “Sounds good. First, though? I think we should head to town for some groceries.” 

“Yeah, I have a list.” I grabbed the list off the counter, looked it over once more before folding it, and then pushed it into my pocket. “You know what? Since we’ll already be heading into town, why don’t we just eat out?” Jensen’s eyebrows rose suggestively, and I saw that damn devious glint in his eyes as he took my suggestion and turned it into something perverted.
Typical.
“Oh, grow up. You really must be fifteen.” 

Jensen quickly closed the gap between us and gathered me in his arms. “If you want to stay out of jail, you’d better hope not.” 

All I could do was roll my eyes and kiss him before dragging him through the front door so we wouldn’t get caught up in each other again. The passion between us was powerful, and I knew that if we weren’t careful we would find ourselves in a very similar situation as earlier. Not that it would have been a bad thing.