Unbreak My Heart (Rough Riders Legacy #1)(48)

A deep groan rumbled and then he pulled away.

Looked like my turn lasted about thirty seconds.

Next time? I wouldn’t ask.

He curled his hand around the front of my throat and reconnected our mouths. His tongue f*cked along mine, thrust and retreat, again and again until my head spun.

My brain functioned enough to keep touching him. I inched my hand down the center of his body until my fingers connected with the waistband of his athletic shorts. The elastic stretched as I pulled it down. The stubborn material caught on his hipbone, but another tug and his athletic shorts hit the carpet.

Handy that Boone wasn’t wearing underwear.

I formed my fist around his hardness covered in warm, satiny skin.

Somehow we’d ended up against the edge of the bed. Using both hands, I pushed his ass to the mattress. Then I was on my knees, my hair teasing the insides of his thighs when I bent my head and enclosed the tip of his cock between my lips. His musky scent, his salty taste…I opened wider to take more of him, when his strong hands—and even stronger will, apparently—tilted my head back, dislodging his cock from my mouth.

“Jesus, Sierra,” he hissed. “Stop.”

“No.” My eyes issued a challenge as I pushed the head of his cock just past my lips, letting it rest on my bottom teeth as I flicked my tongue over that sweet, sweet spot beneath.

The way his eyes and nostrils flared…yeah, he hadn’t really meant stop.

But he choked out a soft, “Why?”

“Because I want you. I want you like f*cking crazy. But that’s not obvious with the hot and cold way I’ve acted. So let me show you how hot it can be.”

I nuzzled his shaft where it had bounced back up against his outstanding abs, taking a moment to worship those hard ridges with my tongue. As I slowly jacked his cock, I rubbed my face across the lower half of his abdomen. High on the scent of his skin, drunk on this taste of power, I brought the rigid flesh into my mouth bit by bit.

His hips jerked.

When the very tip of his cock kissed the back of my throat, I swallowed.

“Fuck.”

I sucked hard and was rewarded with a grunt. I bobbed my head, eager to push past my comfort zone and see how far I could take him.

“I need my hands on you.”

I didn’t remind him this was my show, because it was his dick, after all.

His eyes held a wild look I’d never seen as he placed his hands on my head, his thumbs resting on the corners of my mouth. I started to make a fist around the base of his shaft when he grated out, “No hands. Just this mouth.”

Okay. Boone telling me what he wanted? Really hot. Keeping my eyes on his face, I set my hands on his thighs and rubbed my lips back and forth across the smooth curve at the top of the head.

“Lick it.”

My tongue darted out and licked a drop of precome before dipping into the slit searching for more.

“Lick lower.”

I swirled my tongue around the rim, watching his eyes avidly follow every movement.

So Boone liked to watch. I could definitely work with that.

“More,” he said in a gravelly tone.

“More what,” I breathed against his damp flesh.

He shivered. “Of everything.”

I smiled. Since he held my head, I had to lean forward to get his cock in more than halfway. Then I clamped down and sucked.

“Motherf*ck. Do it again.”

That’s when he set the rhythm and the speed.

I couldn’t tear my gaze from his face, flushed with passion. His eyes glittered with lust as he watched his cock tunneling in and out of my mouth.

It wasn’t long before Boone hit the boiling point.

His quads went rigid beneath my stroking fingers. “Sierra,” he warned.

I increased the suction and he went still a moment before that deep rasping groan left his mouth as warm thick spurts of his release coated the inside of my cheek and the back of my tongue.

When I closed my eyes and swallowed, he slid his hand to the base of my throat so he could feel me drinking him down.

That was the hottest act of possession I’d ever experienced.

I’d barely let his dick slip out of my mouth when someone started pounding on the door.

Immediately I jumped up.

“Whoa. Where are you going?”

“Someone is beating on the door.”

“Ignore it. We’re not—”

Louder pounding. “Let me in, dammit. It’s Ky.”

Boone swore behind me.

I grabbed the T-shirt that had fallen to the floor when Boone first barged in and I pulled it over my head. I flipped the lock the same time Boone said, “Don’t you unlock that f*cking door, Sierra.”

“I’m dressed. I’ll see what he wants.”

“Goddammit—”

I slipped out and slammed the door behind me.

Ky was at the bottom of the stairs when I caught him. “Kyler. What’s going on?”

“The cops are here.”

“Shit.”

“They’re being pretty cool because things did get out of hand.” Ky set his hands on my shoulders and practically shoved me out the side door. “I need your help.”

“What’s going on?”

“Ana, one of the girls I was with tonight, got a minor last weekend. She wasn’t drinking tonight, but if she gets caught here…they could kick her out of school since it’d be her third offense.”