Rough Rider (Hot Cowboy Nights, #2)(22)

She responded to his encouragement with longer licks over the head of his glans, and then down his shaft. Coming back up again with wicked little flicks and darts of her tongue, then slowly circling the corona. She was a quick study, his shy little Janice. He palmed her head with a moan. “You’re killing me, sweetheart,” he groaned. “Take me in,” he urged. “I need to feel your lips wrapped around me.” He thought he’d lose his mind if she didn’t do it soon.

She opened her mouth and shut her eyes, using one hand to guide him over her velvety tongue and into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. His head reeled with sensation. He tangled both hands in her hair with a guttural sound, fighting back the urge to thrust. Instead, he gently rocked his hips. Taking his cue, she drew him further, deeper into her wet heat, then slowly released with a steady, mind-blowing suction. Her hands roamed over his abs and hips to rest on his buttocks, squeezing his ass as she worked him with her mouth.

“That’s good, sweetheart,” he groaned. “Really good. Take me all the way.” He sychronized her movements with shallow thrusts and lost himself in deep, drugging pleasure.

*

Dirk’s eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth slightly parted and his head thrown back. She was enthralled by the look of intense concentration on his face, the ragged rise and fall of his chest, his heavy breaths filling the air. She was almost dizzy with disbelief that she could affect him this way.

She’d heard plenty of talk about blow jobs, mostly filthy stuff from cowboys who’d either forgotten she was around, or maybe had just forgotten she was female. She’d known it was at the top of every guy’s list, but the idea of some guy sticking his dick in her mouth had always seemed repulsive—until now.

She’d never considered how different it could be with someone she cared about. Rather than aversion, she was deeply aroused—more turned on than she’d ever been in her life. She loved the silky sensation of his hot flesh between her lips, the salty tang of him on her tongue, his hard ass flexing beneath her hands. She was becoming drunk on his pleasure. In this moment, she understood. This was about giving him the same kind of devastating, earthshaking pleasure he’d given her. He’d put his needs aside to rock her world and now she wanted to blow his off its axis.

She gently fondled his sac, felt it tighten beneath her touch, drawing up close to his body. She knew even before he spoke that he was closing in fast on the point of no return.

“You gotta stop now.” His jaw was clenched, his voice tight. “I’m about to blow like Old Faithful.”

He withdrew from her mouth with a guttural sound. Janice watched in dismay as he fisted himself to finish. She didn’t want it to end like this. It felt too much like rejection. She’d already made the decision to give herself to him and ached to have him inside her. Body joined to body. Filling her.

She rested her hand on his. “Please, Dirk. Not like that. Can’t we still…” She rose and backed up to the table and hoisted herself on top of it. It was too small to lie on…and shaky…and hard as hell under her ass, but Janice didn’t care about any of that.

He gave it a dubious look. “I’d like nothing better than to oblige you, but I’m not too sure about that table.”

“Please. I want to feel you inside me. Just this once.”

“Hell, since you asked so sweet…” He grinned. “Gimme just a minute.” He turned away to root through their discarded heap of clothes for his jeans, fishing a foil packet out of his wallet. “Been there so long the damn thing’s probably expired,” he mumbled, then tore it open with his teeth. He came back to her, nudging her knees apart and stepping between her thighs, his coarse hair abraded her skin. Her legs trembled uncontrollably.

“You seem a bit jittery there, Red.”

“Only a little,” she answered with a tremulous laugh.

His blue eyes met hers once more searching. “You having second thoughts? Do you really want this?” He gestured between them. “You…me?”

She bit her lip, but her gaze never wavered from his. “Yes,” she whispered back through swollen lips.

He held out the condom. “You wanna do the honors?”

“No.” She shook her head briskly. “You go ahead this time.”

This time? She’d spoken as if this was actually the beginning of something, when she knew deep down it wasn’t. Not that it mattered. She didn’t care if it was only once. Only tonight. In this moment it was warm. It was real. Dirk wanted her and she’d never wanted anyone else.

He gloved himself.

She propped back on her elbows, a position that allowed her to watch. And she wanted to watch. This was her rite of passage to full-fledged womanhood and she wanted to savor it with all of her senses.

He positioned himself between her legs and wrapped hers around his flanks. He probed her entrance. She tensed and inhaled a gasp, then bit her lips, hoping he hadn’t noticed.

But he had.

He froze. Withdrawing far enough to meet her gaze, he voiced the dreaded question. “You haven’t done this before?”

She had to look away. “Well, no. I told you I didn’t have much experience.”

“Shit, Red! Not much experience? That statement was a tad misleading, don’t you think? I expected you were green, but now you tell me you’ve never even been backed?”