He made a crass comment about getting charged for an extra lesson.
Brynn pressed her hand to his mouth. "Davey, please don't ruin this with your mouth."
"Call me David."
She began unbuttoning his shirt for him. "Make me."
He pulled her into him, crushing his lips down on hers as he scooped both hands under those round bu**ocks he'd watched for so long.
She pressed hungrily against him. He'd been hard ever since she'd given him the look back at the stable and taken his hand. Now she pressed against his hardness, and he fought the urge to thrust against her, through their clothes, finishing before they started.
Everything happened so quickly. He wanted to take his time, but she seemed nervous about getting caught, or desperate for him, or both.
She pulled her blue shirt off over her head while ordering him to strip. They had barely kissed, and he held her milky-white br**sts in his hands, happy at last.
He kissed her neck as she dug her nails into his bare back, and then they were rolling on the bed.
"Don't look so triumphant," she murmured as he yanked off her boots and pulled down her tight riding pants.
"I should say the same to you. Tsk tsk. Seducing your innocent, young student."
He tugged down her flimsy lace panties and thrust his hand between her white thighs, touching her softness.
"Oh, Davey," she murmured. "I want you so bad. I need you inside me."
He fumbled with his boxer shorts, pulling them the rest of the way off. He retrieved the condom he'd been carrying in his pocket for such an opportunity, and rolled it on.
Brynn spread her legs wide and beckoned him to her, all pale and pink, her tightly curled red hair shaped like a heart.
She was hot inside, like a fever, and he slid in and out in a mix of pleasure and disbelief.
She writhed beneath him, almost as beautiful as when she was furious. As he pumped, pleasuring himself in her slick flesh, he pinched her ass and then ni**les, looking for a reaction. She only panted and moaned, enjoying his touch any way he chose to give it.
He lost focus for one second, distracted by the scent of horses on her skin, and other people on the bed linens, and he came. He bucked and groaned as he released for the first time inside a woman. The orgasm was over too soon, and then he was done.
He pulled away, feeling sheepish. Had she … ? She hadn't.
Brynn made eye contact, then glanced down at that sweet place where her thighs met. "David?"
He leaned down on his elbows and got low, kissing that part of her she'd so generously shared. She tasted of sweat, and as he pressed into his work, kissing and licking, the faintly musky scent of her intoxicated him until he was high, so high, and only Brynn calling his name as her muscles pulsed brought him back to the cottage.
He didn't usually smoke, but when Brynn offered a cigarette, he took it. As she smoothed out the rumpled linens on the bed, he smoked, enjoying the lightness the tobacco gave his head.
From the moment they'd sat upright, he'd felt himself falling down, down, down. Not into love. Not yet. Down into something else. Emptiness.
He'd wanted this, but like a child wants a toy, with no concept of the ripples his desire made around him.
Brynn had a life. A fiance. She had plans, and he'd disrupted them. For what? For two seconds of pleasurable squirting he could have accomplished on his own.
Disgusted, he stood in the tiny bathroom of the cottage, ashing the cigarette into the sink, the way he'd seen his father do it countless times.
He took another long drag, the cherry crackling with his inhalation, the smoke hot in the bottom of his lungs.
Brynn came to stand in the doorway behind him, meeting his gaze in the mirror. She had her shirt back on, and her matching blue eyes seemed brighter now.
While David's eyes looked hollow, his brow furrowed with regret, Brynn looked victorious. Magnificent. The winner.
It was at that moment David experienced a different sensation of falling-falling in love.
She grinned. "Such a shame this is just a one-time deal."
He crushed the cigarette in the sink, glancing down to avoid her eyes.
"Was I that bad?" he asked, her taste still on his lips.
She laughed. "You think I'm going to believe I was your first? Oh, honey, you don't think I'm stupid, do you? Silly rich boy. Tsk tsk."
He turned around, anger on his face and in his voice. "Brynn, you can be a real cunt sometimes."
She slapped him, her fingernails stinging his cheek.
"I'm not stupid," she said, her cheeks flushed red.
He wanted to take her clothes off again. He wanted to hold her, kiss her, be inside her. All of these feelings confused him.
He growled, "I never said you were stupid, just mean. You act like you're a real tough bitch, but you want the exact same things everyone else wants. That's how goddamn special you really are."