A Cowboy for the CEO

Chapter 28: Shook Me All Night Long [18+]

Ali dug her fingers into the hair at the back of Hank's head, pulling him closer, but accidentally clocking him in the skull a bit too hard with her cast in the process. He didn't seem mind as he lifted her off the ground, letting Ali wrap her legs around his hips as they kissed again.

When he began to carry her toward the bedroom, she spoke up. "Wait. Do you have protection?"

He stopped and looked at her quizzically while drawing in quick, short breaths. "You mean condoms? Um, yeah." The question finally reached his consciousness.

"Because if you don't, I have some," Ali offered, doubting the confidence in his answer.

"Really?" He grinned, setting her back on her feet.

"Sure." Ali smiled back. "A girl's gotta be prepared."

"That she does." He nodded approvingly. "Why don't we compare? You get yours, and I'll find mine. Then we can decide which one is . . . um, better for the occasion."

While she hurried back to her purse, Ali mentally added Hank's witty sensibility as another reason why this man was fucking perfect. Hastily digging through the clutter and coming up empty-handed, she was ready to dump the bag's entire contents on the floor when she finally found a three-count sheet of the foil-wrapped packets. She was about to tear off one when mischief took over.

"What the hell," Ali whispered to herself, taking all three. On the way to the bedroom, she also slipped off her leggings and socks, arriving in just her bra and underwear, ready for business.

From the sounds of it, Hank was still in the bathroom rummaging through drawers.

"Are you okay in there?" She sat on the edge of the mattress and smiled when he burst into the room victoriously holding up his discovery.

"Found it!" he boasted before hurrying to her, but his success was diminished as Ali showed off her find. "Damn. Three?"

She innocently shrugged, and they exchanged packages. "Ribbed for her pleasure?" Ali read the tagline. "That's thoughtful." She grinned.

"Thank you." He nodded before inspecting what she'd brought. "Ah. Ultra thin?" Hank tossed the pack aside with a grimace. "Let's just keep those for later. Now, do you want to do the honors?"

He pushed his sweatpants to his ankles, stepped out of them, and stood in front of her with hands on hips. His crotch was at her eye level, and she stared at his sizable erection under the tight boxer briefs. She wanted to accept the offer, but her hand shook even as she raised the condom. "You better do it."

The words were like a blast from a starting pistol, signaling the end of the final obstacle before proceeding. Like a good competitor, Hank dispatched his underwear, ripped open the package, and rolled the flimsy latex sheath in place under record time. Mesmerized by his focus, Ali let out a surprised squeal as he tipped her backward and she gently reclined on the mattress.

Carefully straddling her, Hank bent over and began kissing her neck, making every cell in Ali's body buzz. Starting under the earlobe and traveling down to her collarbone, he unexpectedly slowed, taking his time to explore and appreciate what she offered. The shift in his eagerness was only betrayed by the pressure of his engorged penis rubbing against her panties, which just made Ali get wetter by the second.

She arched her back in approval as his lips found her breast, and she gently scraped her nails down his biceps, feeling his already rock-hard body tense up with each pass. When his stubble tickled her stomach, she winced and he drew away.

"Don't stop," she pleaded, her voice low and hoarse from pleasure.

Hank grunted in response and reached behind her, unclasping her bra and removing it effortlessly. When he tugged at her underwear, Ali scooted farther up the bed to allow the black lace to more easily slip down her legs. With an almost feral look of passion, Hank tossed the panties behind him and crawled back on top of her. Clutching his neck, she opened her legs and let him in.