Reaching the stall, he hitched her thighs higher around his waist so he could let go of her ass with one hand long enough to open the gate.
The friction of his denim-clad erection sliding against her naked cleft caused her pussy to come flaring to life, and a little "oh" of pleasure escaped her mouth.
He stopped in his tracks and stared at her for a moment, his eyes burning with heat and desire. "Make that sound again," he demanded and slid her slippery folds against his zipper again.
Kayla couldn't help it. Another little sigh burst forth from her lips. There was just something about the way he was built, the texture of his flesh, and the scent of his skin that created the perfect instrument for her pleasure. Dry humping with this man was simply better than anything she'd ever experienced before. Though judging by the wet patch she'd created on the front of his jeans, dry humping wasn't actually a very accurate term for what they'd been doing.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" He asked, looking into her eyes with wild intensity.
Kayla shook her head and traced one of his golden eyebrows with one thumb in a gesture that was unexpectedly tender. "Why don't you tell me exactly what I'm doing to you. In detail." She said, returning his heated look with one of her own.
"I swear to God. I have never been so hard in my life. I just look at you and all I can think about is how much I need to be inside you." He kissed her then. Roughly. With one hand holding her mound tight against his pelvis and the other gripping the nape of her neck to hold her in place, he thrust deep and fucked her mouth with his tongue.
Kayla tightened her arms and legs around his incredible body, and enthusiastically responded to his insatiable kiss. His passion was so overwhelming. She felt completely at his mercy. She, who made grown men tremble, was loving the way this man dominated her. The more forceful he was the more he made her squirm with desire.
He pulled back and closed his eyes for a moment, obviously trying to gain some measure of control. He rested his forehead against hers, and took some deep, ragged breaths.
Kayla smoothed his hair back off his forehead and watched him, surprised and delighted that she was able to make him so crazed. She wondered if he was like this with all the other pathetic women who paid him to service them. Women like her. But was she really like all the rest? It didn't seem possible that this was all just a scene. But it was, and she needed to remember that. He was doing this for the money, and not out of any real desire for her.
Chapter Six
Once he was calm again, he opened his eyes and grinned at her. "Now, how about that riding lesson?" he asked, quirking one brow. Not waiting for a response, he slammed the gate closed and strode to the corner of the stall where she had stood watching him pleasure himself earlier. Turning around, he sat down on the bale of hay with her straddling his lap and promptly began undoing the buttons on her blouse.
"I have been aching to get my hands on these little beauties since I first saw you standing right here," he said, parting her blouse to reveal her white, strapless bra. He palmed one soft mound and molded it with his hand, feeling the nipple grow rigid and thrust against the centre of his hand.
Kayla, always insecure about her small breasts, couldn't help asking the question that always flashed through her mind at this point. "Are you sure? I mean, I thought maybe you didn't like small breasts, and that's why I still have my top on." She knew he would tell her exactly what she wanted to hear, but needed him to say the words anyway.
"You still have your top on for two reasons. One, because I never would have lasted this long if you were completely naked. You're so hot, I'm having enough trouble keeping my dick in check as it is, as if you hadn't noticed. And two, because she told me you were a little camera shy, so I though maybe you'd feel less worried if you weren't completely bare. I had my back to the camera when we were out there, so even if the video got out, no one would be able to recognize anything of yours."
Kayla felt strangely touched. He had been protecting her the whole time and she hadn't even realized it. "So, we're not being filmed anymore?"
"Well, the camera is right there," he said, pointing upward to a beam just above where she'd been standing earlier. "And it's aimed the other way. It’ll probably pick up a few of those sexy little moans you make, but other than that, it's just you and me." He grinned at her mischievously, like a boy cutting school.
"But aren't we supposed to stay on camera?"
"Like everything happening here today. That's completely up to you. We can move the camera, or go back out to the corridor, or anywhere else you want. But I kind of wanted you all to myself for a bit. Do you mind?" He cupped one of her cheeks and looked at her seriously for a moment.
Kayla gulped. Did she mind? The atmosphere within the stall suddenly felt much more real and intimate than before. Their sex play up to this point had been fun and wild, but now it almost seemed like they were themselves rather than their roles. Part of her wanted to resume her slutty dairy farm worker persona, but a bigger part of her wanted to see what it was like to be with someone she felt connected with for a change. And prostitute or not, if she was honest, she was feeling more with him than all of her other one night stands combined. She liked him. A lot.
Instead of answering, she removed her black lace mask, flung it down beside them and looked at him for the first time without that barrier between them.
He smiled at her sweetly. "You're even more gorgeous than I imagined. Now, how about that wig?” He gave it a gently tug. “It must be hot as hell. Wouldn't you be a lot more comfortable without it?"
How did he know she was wearing a wig? Was it that obvious? Did it look like she had a white cat on her head? The heavy fringe on the blonde wig covered her eyebrows, so it couldn't be that. Blushing, she remembered his intent look when he'd seen the reddish patch of hair between her thighs. He must have figured it out then.
She raised her arms above her head and slowly pulled off the wig. The gesture brought her small rounded breasts up toward his mouth and he leaned forward to lick the slope of one, and then the other.
Leaning back against the wall, he watched her with hooded eyes as she unpinned her hair. "God. You are just the sexiest thing I've ever seen, do you know that?" He caressed the inside of her thighs with both hands, gradually sliding his fingers closer to the apex with each upward stroke.
Kayla shook her hair out and it fell around her shoulders and down her back in a silky auburn mass. She had forgotten how sensual it felt when she left it loose. She could even smell the clean, flowery scent of her shampoo wafting around her. She rarely left it down, especially at work. It had a tendency to curl and was a complete nuisance to deal with. Besides, she didn't really think the wanton appearance it gave her really helped win anyone's respect, so she kept it firmly slicked back in a proper bun, or in a ponytail if she was in a hurry.
Today, however, feeling those silky strands sliding around her head made her glad she'd kept her hair long and wild. It made her feel sensual and womanly, very unlike her usual self. Judging by his admiring look, her cowboy was also glad she hadn't gone for the practical pixie cut her hairdresser had been pushing at her for years.
Looking down at him, she shifted her position until her knees were on either side of his thighs and gave a little shimmy against his lap. She smiled knowingly at him, acknowledging that he was still hard and aching against her naked flesh.