Whatcha Gonna Do With a Cowboy, page 8
His mouth grazed mine, and my lips automatically parted, begging for his kiss. My neck fell to the side, itching for attention, while my legs eagerly spread wider, inviting those Wranglers home.
“I’m in no mood to play…” I gasped, as he torturously brushed his lips across my neck while I cupped his tight, sweet ass. He brought his mouth back to mine, close enough so I could feel his breath on my lips, pulling away every time I went after a kiss. “Come on, Gunner. Stop teasing me.”
He nuzzled my tank top away from my chest, inhaling, gently kissing my skin. “When have I ever been easy on you, Laney?” he mumbled, working his lips and teeth underneath the fabric and up to my shoulder. “You want to see how fast I can make you come?” He nipped at my chin.
A moan escaped my lips. Dear Lord, was this cowboy a killer. Eyelashes frantically fluttering and hands reaching desperately for relief trying to get those ass-hugging Wranglers open, I gave him a devilish grin, begging him to show me what he could do.
He deepened the kiss, snaking an arm around my waist, then yanked me off the floor, fastening me against his chest. “Or would you rather see how slowly I can draw an orgasm out of you?” He bit and suckled the jackhammering pulse in my neck.
I squirmed in his arms. “I don’t care how you get me there, so long as I get there.” I lowered a hand, touching my hardening nipple. “Does that answer your question?”
Staring down at me, face taut and eyes hot with desire, he said, “Perfectly,” then moved in for the kill.
Our tongues clashed, my hands sunk beneath the waistline of his jeans, and I dug my fingernails into a firm set of butt cheeks. “I love it when you listen to me,” I said, finally coming up for air.
Gunner laughed and lowered his mouth to one of my begging nipples. He tongued the sheer tank-top fabric covering my breast, bringing it to a pinpoint beneath the garment. Then he grabbed my wrists, securing my arms to the wall above my head. “I want the long tour tonight,” he told me, pressed his chest to mine, and ran his mouth down my jaw.
Shit. I wouldn’t make it past first base if he kept this up any longer. It was insane how quick he lit my panties on fire. I sprawled my legs wide open, trying to hike one of them around his waist so I could climb and ride him, just begging him to pop that cherry all over again.
He nipped at my bottom lip. “Not here,” he said, getting all down and dirty with my mouth again. “I want you”—he groaned, running a hand up my leg—“damn, do I want you, Laney Briggs.” He cupped the crotch of my jeans, and I melted. His knee slipped between my thighs, and when he nudged that denim-covered dick into my stomach, it was so hard you could use it to knock out a car window.
“Holy shit, cowboy!” Again I arched my hips and tried to climb him, itching for a taste of that massive cock.
He winked. “And to think I’m just getting started.” His hand slipped behind my neck, and his thighs spread to either side of my waist, thwarting my efforts to wrap my legs around him. “You’ll never be the same once I’m done with you, Laney Briggs. Never…”
I gasped when he took a tour of my neck, kissing and suckling the sweaty skin, detouring his forefinger and thumb south to tease and pinch my breasts through my thin cotton tank top. He twisted and pulled the achingly tender nipple, sending a yummy sting rippling through my entire body that shot all the way down to the tips of my curled toes.
I rolled up on the balls of my feet, back arched, panting like a dog in heat.
“I can’t take it anymore.” I barely recognized my own voice amongst the sporadic soft-core porn moans and gasps.
He gathered me in his arms, whispering, “You look like you could use a soft place to lay that tired head.”
My eyes widened as I hooked an arm around his broad shoulders. “Don’t you dare leave me hanging.” I rubbed my lips across the stubble lining his square jaw, indulging in the warm scent of leather and Old Spice rolling off his slick, sweaty skin. “Or I just might shoot you.”
He laughed tightly. “I wouldn’t put it past you,” he said, picking me up and carrying me up the stairs and into the bedroom.
He parked me on the edge of bed and stepped back, eyes on fire and his cock so hard he was standing up as straight as a flagpole beneath that shiny zipper fly. I, on the other hand, had managed to come undone at the first lip-lock. I fidgeted and crossed one leg over the other in an attempt to play coy.
A lopsided smile curved his lips as those sensual eyes of his slowly surveyed me. “Undress for me,” he said, his voice washing over me like warm water. “I want to see you squirm, darling.”
My mouth went slack, and my pulse ratcheted up another notch. I was sweating bullets. I stood, unsnapping and unzipping my jeans to skim them down past my hips. The wadded-up denim puddled around my ankles. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside, and damn, those mind-numbing brown eyes had already locked in on my smiley-face Hanes bikini undies. This was so mortifying. Why of all days did I have to be wearing my Walmart bargain bin panties? A throaty groan tore from his chest as he drank me in. He tightened his grip on the dresser, steadying himself as his other hand latched onto his huge belt buckle.
I took his steamy gaze as my cue and touched my stomach, skimming my nails and sweat all the way down below my navel.
“You look beautiful.” Gunner’s deep voice vibrated in the dead quiet. His fly was unzipped, his hands were tugging on his boxers, and his cock was clearly aching for air. “I want you stripped naked and legs dangling off the bed.” He groaned in mid-boxer drop, and the raw passion in his voice had me dripping hot moisture until my panties were saturated. I yanked them down my sweaty thighs. By the end of the night my tombstone would read Death by cock.
I sucked in some air and touched myself, and from Gunner’s groan, I knew the feeling was mutual. We were both tied up in knots.
“Now your shirt and bra.” He sounded less controlled with each passing second.
I turned around, shrugged my shirt over my head, unhooked my bra, and pulled my hair back over my shoulder before I sat on the end of the bed and sprawled my legs. Feet shuffled across the wood floor. Then a pair of rough, callused hands caressed my face.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said and did, just below my chin. “Right there.” Eyes locked on my tit, and with a mouthwatering grin that would be my undoing in the long run, he bent his head and circled his tongue around the needy flesh.
I leaned back on my elbows and allowed myself to indulge in my dangerously clever cowboy’s hands and mouth. I could’ve slipped into oblivion right then and there. But damn the man. He was playing hardball. And from that dark, seductive look, he clued in that I knew the ball was in his court. He pulled my hard, perked nipple between his lips, sucking and biting until I gasped and went slack against the mattress. He licked a trail from my swollen tit up my collarbone to nip at my chin, and all the while his thumb rolled, stroked, pulled, and twisted one tender bud. Damn, did I want the bullheaded man buried deep inside me.
“How much do you trust me, sweetheart?” he asked. When he tongued my tender flesh I could’ve fallen to my knees and given up my ass as an offering to this sinful cowboy.
Maybe I was ready.
And maybe I could trust him…in life, in my heart, and in the bedroom. Completely.
I nodded and leaned forward and rubbed my mouth along the stubble cloaking his square jaw.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked, flicking the tip of my tongue at his moist, full lips. “I’m pretty much game for anything, cowboy. The only thing that puts this cowgirl in a piss-poor mood is a long wait.”
Before I could say anything else, Gunner had scooped me up and tossed me over a shoulder.
“Hey, now!” I slapped him on the back playfully. “The last time you manhandled me, things went south pretty fast.”
Gunner’s deep, throaty “I’ll rock your world” laugh caused my already charged-up pussy to hum. “And you think that was a bad thing, sweetie?” With a hard and quick smack to my ass, he sauntered through the bathroom door.
Water rushed along the cold tile walls and spilled down my back, leaving a puddle beneath my bare feet. With eyes shut tight, I arched my back against the slippery tile and allowed myself a moment of relaxation. A pair of rough, slick hands danced between my carelessly spread-eagled thighs, drawing me back into the moment. On instinct alone I moved my feet wider apart and allowed him an open-door invitation. A finger casually roamed across my skin and down my backside and stopped just above my ass crack.
His thumb pressed into the butt dimple. “Are you sure?” he asked, letting his thumb slip further between my cheeks.
I cocked my head over my shoulder and breathed, “Yes. I’d like to try again.” I eyed my mischievous Texas Ranger down.
His thumb slipped away, and he replaced the soft touch with the pressure of his hand at the small of my back. He leaned in a smidgen, brushing and nipping at the nape of my neck. I could feel his hot breath on my damp skin. It sent my pulse into overdrive. “Okay, sweetheart”—his teeth grazed just below my earlobe—“we’ll play by your rules this time.” He angled himself up behind me and nudged my lower back with his cock.
My cheek slipped on the tile and my heart galloped into my throat as I stood pinned against the shower wall, getting wound up like a jack-in-the-box. With a breathless plea, I asked, “You’re toying with me again, cowboy?”
A muscular arm reached between me and the tile wall, snaking around my waist. Then suddenly I spun around, ass smacking the cold tile, water dripping from my nose and pooling between my neglected tits, and my eyes locked in on the horniest cowboy this side of El Paso.
I stared at his tempting cock, the chiseled lines of his damp six-pack, working my way up toward the rattlesnake tattoo that rippled along his muscular right forearm. The need to feel him inside me escalated.
Gunner swallowed hard, drinking me in with hungry eyes. “Sweetheart,” he said, placing a firm hand on my shoulder, “it’s time for you to get down on your knees.”
Looking at him engulfed in lust and passion, I stroked my thumb down to the trail leading toward the dark curls surrounding that scrumptious dick. With each touch I could feel his deep intake of breath. Damn, was he a glorious sight. I wanted to taste him, let him fill my mouth. I reached out to cup his balls, only to have him slap my hand out of the way and pull me back up onto my feet in one fell swoop. We stared at each other for a moment, debating the next move. Then he roughly grabbed me by the neck and pulled me flush against him. My heart stalled when he nuzzled my shoulder.
“Fuck, Laney,” he said, drawing his lips across mine. “I just can’t get enough of you.” And then he crushed his mouth against mine.
My lips parted at the first thrust of his tongue, and I allowed him to devour my mouth. With each nip of his teeth I was slowly sinking and knew I couldn’t ever outrun my reckless heart. This cowboy had roped me in ages ago, and there was no turning back. I looked up, and our eyes locked into that old high-school crush stareoff. We gazed at each other in a sexual haze. Then Gunner fisted a lock of my hair. Gently, he tugged my head back and, on a harsh swallow, he lowered me back down to my knees.
Slowly, I wet my lips and opened my mouth. A quick flick across the slit on his throbbing cock left behind a taste of pre-cum like warm honey on my lips. Gunner groaned and his abs flexed.
“Goddamn, that feels good,” he said, his voice coarse and deep. Then he pulled roughly at my hair and brought my mouth down on his dick, and its head was sinking deep into the back of my throat. And as my lips, my tongue, consumed him, he possessed all of me.
Head tipped sideways, I watched as his face tightened and his eyes glazed over as I took in more of his thick length. The back of his head hit the tile shower wall, and his grip tightened on my hair. I’d won this battle, even though at the moment I couldn’t remember what we were fighting over. Maybe love…maybe control…or maybe a little bit of both. I sucked harder, pulling back and drawing my tongue across the tip of his cock. A guttural groan tore from his chest as he slipped further down the shower wall and pulled my mouth off his wet shaft.
“Tell me what you want,” he ground out.
Smiling, I elongated my neck and lifted my breasts to him. “I want you, cowboy, only you.”
He gulped, caught off guard at the sight of me surrendering myself for the taking. And then he was on me like lightning. His mouth took mine. I hooked my arms around his waist and dug my nails into his ass, drawing him toward me. Our teeth clashed as we clambered for each other in a frenzied panic. Then he yanked my head back and left my lips sore and lingering with the taste of him. I didn’t even have time to catch a breath before he rocked forward and fitted his cock down my throat.
“Fuck.” He pulled back and then drilled my mouth again. “Fucking shit, sweetheart.” He groaned as his control slowly slipped away. “Be a good girl and suck all of me down again.”
I hollowed my cheeks and drew him to the back of my throat.
He looked down at me. “God, you should see yourself. All wet and reckless on your knees, letting me fuck your pretty mouth.”
I opened wider and took him deeper. His grin widened, and his hand slipped from my hair to wrap around my neck. He pulled out, and his eyes narrowed, all dark and sensual. “Turn around, Laney,” he ordered in his whiskey-smooth voice. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
Hands flattened against the shower wall and a leg hitched up on the side of the tub, I had my eyes closed in anticipation at getting drilled by my cowboy.
Gunner placed a hand on the small of my back. “Don’t move a muscle,” he murmured. “You are going to be good and take me however I want you to take me.” He nudged the head of his penis into the small of my back. “Understand, sweetheart?” he asked, even though it was more of a command.
I was ready to hand over the reins. I nodded, and my cheek pressed the tile.
And then he slammed inside me all the way up to the hilt.
“Goddamn,” I screamed. Shit, he felt way too good. He slowly pulled out and rotated his hips, teasing my wet cunt with the need to have him fill me.
His hand tightened around my neck, and his mouth brushed against my ear. “Harder?” He slammed inside me again before I could answer.
My hands slipped. Gunner yanked them back up above my head. “I told you to stay still,” he growled and enclosed both my wrists in his hand. “Stop fighting, sweetheart,” he said, sliding in and out of me in a slow torturous pace. I was breathless, and my pulse was racing. And hell, I was loving every damn minute of it. “I promise I’ll make it feel good if you’ll just give me control.”
Nodding in agreement, I gasped. “I’m waving the white flag.”
He leaned in and kissed my bare shoulder. “Yes, you are.” His mouth brushed the nape of my neck as he pulled his cock out of my aching pussy. “You sure you are okay with anything I want?” he whispered in my ear.
I knew exactly what he was asking me. He’d been bringing up the topic for a while, and even though our first expedition had been a botch, I was willing to give it a go again.
Relaxing, I complied. “Whatever your heart desires.”
He sighed, and I could hear the satisfaction in his voice when he spoke. “You won’t regret this, Laney.” He swept a piece of wet hair off my neck. “I intend on giving you pleasure as much as I intend on taking it.”
And I believed him. And I trusted him.
And I was ready to surrender.
I braced myself when his hand possessively pinned my back. Then something cool dripped between my butt cheeks. I tried to move, but Gunner held me in place. And when I felt his thumb circling the dimple above my ass, I knew I wanted this as bad as he did.
“Please take it slow.” His thumb touched my anus, soothing the untouched part of me, and I gasped as he gently started to push inside, stretching the tight ring. “Just be careful.”
He pushed a little more while dribbling lube between my butt cheeks. I’d never felt anything so consuming. I went slack against the tile and let out a soft cry.
“You okay?” His thumb vanished, and I ached for the touch again. His mouth brushed my ear. “You tell me if something doesn’t feel right. Do you understand, Laney?” he demanded, replacing his thumb against the outer ring of the tender hole. Then he swirled the lube and pushed back inside me.
“Aw, hell,” I moaned, wiggling against the intrusion.
“Relax, sweetheart,” his deep midnight voice hushed in my ear. “Trust me, Laney, I plan on making this good for all involved.”
And then his thumb was gone and the tip of his cock pressed against my puckered entrance. I fisted my hands waiting, anticipating…allowing him to take me as he slid slowly and steadily into me. Warmth flowed to my belly. I rested my forehead on the tile and closed my eyes. He pushed in another inch, making my sex throb and my ass ache with pleasure and pain. The immense pressure was overpowering, rushing over me like a tidal wave. This was what we needed. He needed. Raw, no-holds-barred desire, passion…lust.
When his big, rough hands reached around to cup my breasts and he twisted and rolled my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, my mouth fell open and my legs spread further apart as the need to have him deeper inside me grew with each long, steady, gentle thrust.
“Fuck, darling. God, it’s tight.” He moved again, sinking deeper between my cheeks. “God damn, you feel so good.” His voice sounded strained as he thrust further inside. I’d never felt so full…so complete. And I knew right then that nothing would ever be the same between us.
I looked over my shoulder. “You don’t have to be so gentle.” His eyes told a story of need. “I’m a big girl, I can take whatever a big, bad Texas Ranger throws my way.”
“Damn it, Laney,” he ground out. “You can’t say things like that to me. I’m fixing to lose it as it is.” He withdrew and pushed into me harder this time, causing me to burn with desire. “Like that?” he growled, his voice ragged and panting.
