Rough Rider (Hot Cowboy Nights, #2)(21)

The second she stepped out of the shorts, he dove in, sweeping through her slickened folds with long hungry swipes of his tongue. Hands on her hips, he feasted on her, stoking, probing, licking, swirling, drinking her juices, and f*cking her with his tongue until he was nearly out of his mind with lust.

She whimpered and writhed, clawing his scalp and pulling his hair. Hell, she was almost there. He applied his mouth to her clit, circling and sucking the swollen nub until her knees buckled and her body convulsed in a climax against his mouth. Holding her upright, Dirk nuzzled and kissed her belly until she came back to earth.

“Good for you, Red?” he asked with a self-satisfied smirk.

“What did you do? I never—” She gazed back at him, looking flushed. Bewildered. Beautiful.

He’d never thought of Janice that way before, but shit yeah. She was hot as hell right now. He rose and kissed her again. Slow. Deep. Using his tongue to restoke the fire. She melted into him all soft, warm, wet woman. His need for relief was approaching desperation. She was as ready as she was gonna get and he was miles past ready.

He scanned the cramped quarters. His gaze shot up to the mattress in the gooseneck. Even if he could make the climb there’d be no room at all to maneuver up there. He sure as hell didn’t need to smack his head again tonight.

Shit.

There wasn’t even a chair, just a tiny table with a built in bench seat. She said it flipped down into a cot but it was way too narrow. He regarded the table skeptically. He doubted it would hold any weight. He didn’t want to shove her up against the door. He’d waited too friggin’ long to do it quick and dirty like that. Not the first time anyway. It just seemed fundamentally…wrong. He wanted to savor the experience of feeling himself finally wrapped in a hot wet *—as long as he was gonna be able to savor it anyway. As excited as he was, he doubted he’d last very long once he was snugly gloved inside her hot, sweet flesh.

His frustration rising, he clawed a hand through his hair. It wasn’t what he’d really wanted but he guessed her mouth would have to do—not that he didn’t love a blow job. Hell, what man didn’t?

“Any chance you wanna return the favor?”

She glanced down at his crotch where his prick strained rigid as rebar against his shorts. Uncertainty flickered in her eyes. “You mean…”

His breathing suspended. Was she unwilling? Shit! He hadn’t even considered that possibility. “I won’t come in your mouth, Janice. I swear it.” He was almost pleading but if she agreed to blow him, he’d hold back his release if it f*cking killed him.

“It’s not that. It’s just…I don’t…I haven’t ever…” She shook her head with an embarrassed look.

“You’ve never done that either?”

“No, Dirk. I haven’t had much experience. With all the work, I’ve never had time for dating.”

He held back a chuckle. “Giving a guy a BJ is hardly dating, Red.”

“Don’t tease me,” she snapped. “I already feel inadequate enough.”

Inadequate? He could hardly wrap his mind around that one. He stroked his thumb over her lips. “I assure you, sweetheart, you are more than adequate.”

Her gaze softened. “I don’t know what to do…what you like.”

“If you just wrap those pretty lips around me I promise I’ll like it just fine.”

She still looked tentative. Unsure. “Will you tell me if I do it wrong?”

He was throbbing for release and all this talking about it only made his balls ache worse, but he knew he had to be patient. “You can wipe that thought out of your mind, sweetheart. There’s no right or wrong—only what feels good.”

“Then you’ll tell me what feels good?” she asked.

“Yeah, Red. If that’s what you want. You can start like this.”

He brought her hand down between them, wrapping her fingers around him. His cock twitched in her hand. Her gaze widened. He closed his hand firmly over hers and moved it up and down. She followed his lead, stroking him awkwardly at first, until she found a rhythm.

“That’s it. Just keep it right along these lines,” he coaxed her low and husky.

Ignoring the sting of his split lip, he crushed his mouth to hers, kissing, nipping at her lips, then sucking her tongue into his mouth. She reciprocated eagerly, throwing herself hungrily into the kiss, as she continued to pump him. Their moans mingled. His need grew more urgent.

As if reading his mind, she broke from his mouth to work her way down his body. Touching, licking, kissing his neck and torso, tonguing and then sucking his nipples, she incited surges of sensation deep in his groin. He backed up to the table, giving her more room.

She hit her knees, her breath fanning hot and moist against his belly. She gazed up at him shyly, wetting her lips. His pulse accelerated. His body tensed…his cock throbbed for release.

She drew his boxers down.

He exhaled the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

He sprang free into her hand.

He shut his eyes and began slowly counting, tamping down the urge to thrust himself into her mouth. Much like working a skittish colt, he had to let her figure it out for herself. It wasn’t long…maybe only twenty seconds or so before he felt the first smooth brush of her lips over the head of his prick. She followed with the first velvety swipe of her tongue that sent a ripple of sensation deep into his balls. “Jesus. That’s good, Red. Just like that.”