Chapter173 Sex on horseback
Aliya POV
“You have no right to boss me around!” I snapped at Nikolai through the mind link, my anger spilling over.
To prove my point, I grabbed Patrick’s hand and guided it to my chest, letting his fingers knead my breast through my shirt.
My other hand slid down, brushing over Patrick’s crotch, feeling him harden under my touch.
Patrick leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. “You sure about this?” he murmured, voice low and rough.
I didn’t hesitate. “Fuck me,” I whispered back, my tone daring, almost reckless.
His hands moved to my waist,fingers hooking under the hem of my dress, ready to tug them down.
But before he could, the ground shook with the thunder of hooves.
Nikolai came charging toward us on horseback, his face twisted with rage. “Get the hell away from her!” he roared at Patrick. In one swift move, he yanked Patrick off his feet .
I spun around, furious. “Are you out of your damn mind?” I shouted. “You could’ve hurt him!”
Nikolai didn’t even glance at Patrick. He jumped off the horse and closed the distance between us in a heartbeat, his hands gripping my waist so tight it almost hurt.
“You’re out here acting like you need to be fucked,” he growled, his dark eyes burning into mine. “What, you’ll let anyone have you? Anyone with a pulse?”
“Shut your mouth,” I shot back, shoving at his chest, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he grabbed my wrist and forced my hand into his pants, wrapping my fingers around his hardening cock.
He moved my hand, making me stroke him, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
“I’ve been too damn nice to you. Should’ve fucked you so hard you couldn’t walk, then you wouldn’t have time to chase other guys.”
His words were crude, possessive, and they should’ve pissed me off.
But Mia, my wolf, whimpered in my head, her voice clear as day: God, I want him to fuck us.
I hated how much her words echoed something deep inside me, something I didn’t want to admit.
Nikolai didn’t wait for me to argue. He yanked up my skirt, exposing my thighs to the cool air.
With one hand on the reins, he positioned himself behind me, his cock pressing against my pussy.
Before I could say a word, he pulled the reins, and the horse lurched forward. He thrust into me, hard and deep, and I screamed, the sound swallowed by the wind.
The horse’s galloping rhythm matched Nikolai’s thrusts, each one driving him deeper. My clit rubbed against the saddle, the friction pulling a flood of wetness from me.
I gripped the saddle horn, my knuckles white, trying to anchor myself as my body betrayed me, responding to every move he made.
The sound of other horseback riders’ playful chatter came from not far away.
It felt like the thrill of having sex in public, making me tense up below.
Nikolai noticed immediately, “Why are you so greedy? Clenching so tightly.”
“Are you crazy?” I lowered my voice, unable to resist glancing at the riders in the distance. “Someone might see us!”
“When you were making love with Patrick, you didn’t worry about being seen, did you?”
Nikolai’s words left me stunned.
I had only meant to use Patrick to provoke him, not to actually take things further.
But before I could react, Nikolai let go of the reins, his hands roaming.
He shoved my skirt up to my waist, exposing my ass to the air. I could feel my flesh bouncing with the horse’s strides, the motion making my body shake in ways that felt obscene.
His cock filled me, stretching me, and I could hear the wet sounds of my pussy eagerly taking him in.
One of his hands pressed down on my lower back, pinning me in place, while the other cupped my breast, squeezing hard.
His fingers found my nipple, teasing it through my shirt, and I moaned, the sensation overwhelming.
“Too… too much…” I gasped, clutching the saddle tighter to keep from falling. “Don’t… touch my chest…”
He didn’t listen. If anything, my words egged him on. His fingers pinched my nipple harder, rolling it between them, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through me.
I hated how good it felt, how my body arched into his touch despite myself.
The horse kept running, and my pussy was a mess, soaking wet and clenching around him with every thrust. His cock hit so deep it felt like he was rearranging me from the inside.
The head of his dick grazed some spot that made my vision blur, and when the horse leaped over a small ditch, he slammed into me so hard I swore he hit my cervix.
I screamed again, not caring who heard, my body shuddering as an orgasm ripped through me.
I completely forgot about the risk of being discovered; my entire being was immersed in the ecstasy Nikolai brought me.
“Fuck,” Nikolai muttered, his voice rough with lust.
He slowed the horse and pulled me off, practically throwing me onto the grass. I landed on my back, legs spread, and he was on me in an instant.
His hand grabbed my breast, kneading it roughly, shaping it under his grip. His other hand found my clit, pinching and rubbing the sensitive nub until I was writhing, my moans turning into desperate whimpers.
He leaned down, his lips crashing into mine, biting and sucking at my mouth. “How many guys have fucked you to make you this good at squeezing me?”
I couldn’t answer, not with the way my body was unraveling.
My pussy clenched around him, greedy for more, even as my mind screamed at me to get a grip. The wet, lewd sounds of our bodies colliding filled the air, louder with every thrust.
I was a mess, eyes watering, skin flushed, completely at his mercy.
Nikolai’s grip on my waist tightened, and with a final, brutal thrust, he came, spilling inside me. He pulled out, his cock glistening, and watched as my pussy twitched, leaking his cum.
His fingers went back to my clit, rubbing fast and hard, the rough texture of his skin driving me wild.
I was still coming down from my high, but his touch pushed me right back to the edge, my cries loud and shameless.
He scooped me up, hooking his arm under my knees, lifting me like I weighed nothing.
His lips brushed my ear, his voice low and dangerous. “We’re not done. I’ll deal with you back at the house.”