I waved a hand around, encompassing him, the TV, etcetera.
“This,” I said. “I don’t understand if you’re teasing me or not and it’s confusing. And you took the remote.”
He shrugged.
“So you pick what we watch,” he replied lightly. “It’s not that big a deal, Marie.”
He handed over the clicker, giving me a smile that actually reached his eyes. I studied him—this was a new side to Horse and I liked it. He was still a big, tough bad guy (or at least not a good guy, I was pretty sure of that) but he honestly seemed relaxed and ready to let me out of whatever little mind game he was playing.
“Actually, I got a Redbox movie,” I said after a pause. “It’s the new Johnny Depp.”
He smirked but gestured magnanimously toward the screen.
“Pop it in.”
Unexpectedly, watching the movie with him was fun. During a fight scene he told me why it wouldn’t have worked in real life (sort of scary that he knew so much about hand-to-hand combat), but he didn’t tease me or anything during the sex scenes. When it ended we ordered another one on PPV. This time I let him pick, and to his credit he went for a thriller with a touch of romance that looked good to both of us without even pausing to scope out the porn. About halfway through I started getting a little cold, so I got up and grabbed a blanket. I figured I might as well share my ice cream too, so I filled bowls for both of us. When he finished he grabbed the bowls, set them on the table and pulled me across his lap, then sort of rolled over until he could lie back on the couch with me and my blanket on top of him.
I didn’t protest. He felt good, and while one hand rubbed up and down my back slowly, he didn’t cop a feel, which made me feel safe. In fact, I really didn’t want to get up or even acknowledge how much I was enjoying being held.
A man’s arms around me felt good.
In fact, they felt so good I fell asleep.
I woke up in my room, confused. I was in bed with Gary. Why was Gary here? Then I realized the body cradling mine was far too big to be Gary’s and the arm across my stomach had more muscles than my future ex had in his whole body. It also had a black tribal tattoo around the wrist.
That woke me right up.
Horse lay in bed with me. I didn’t have any pants on, just my shirt and panties. No bra. I brushed my leg against his to discover he didn’t have pants either, and I felt his giant, erect penis poking my ass.
“Horse” indeed.
It’s just morning wood, I told myself. He’s probably not even awake.
“Good morning, sweet butt,” he whispered in my ear, the warmth of his breath sending blood straight to my naughty bits. His words annoyed me though. Opting for the safer emotion, annoyance, I tried wrenching away from him. He hardly noticed my attempt, which bugged me even more.
“Don’t call me that,” I muttered sulkily. “Who calls a woman that?”
He laughed, the sound low and warm in my ear.
“You don’t really want to know,” he replied, kissing the back of my neck and reaching down with one hand to press against my stomach. My panties went moist, and I wiggled against his big tool, wondering if I’d lost my mind.
Body and brain fighting for control, winner take all.
“Wait,” I said, brain pulling ahead for the moment. “What do you mean I don’t want to know? I want to know.”
“You don’t want to know,” he repeated. “It doesn’t matter.”
“If it doesn’t matter, why won’t you tell me?”
In answer, he slid his hand lower, catching the hem of my shirt and pulling it up, running the tips of his rough, calloused fingers across my belly. Oh very nice… My brain decided we could talk about the sweet butt thing another time. I squirmed my rear and he flexed his hips, rubbing his now-epic erection against the crack of my ass. His hand moved north, cupping my breast, plucking at the nipple as he kissed the back of my neck.
“Oh shit…” I murmured. “That feels amazing, Horse.”
“Just getting started, babe,” he murmured. He sucked my earlobe into his mouth and I moaned. My brain switched off entirely, ceding control to my body, which wanted him inside me.
Immediately.
I turned and slid down so my back lay flat on the bed, wrapping my hand around his neck and pulling his mouth down to mine. He’d been tender so far, so I didn’t exactly expect what happened next.
He took my mouth hard and fast, rolling on top of me and wedging between my legs. I opened for him and he thrust his tongue in forcefully, plunging it in and out as his hips started grinding against mine. Just two layers of thin fabric separated us as his cock smashed against my clit, almost brutal in intensity. I shivered, lust and desire bursting through me, trying to see if I could lift my hips and move with him. In the process I accidentally pushed against his chest, which he apparently interpreted as me trying to push him away.