Cowgirl Up and Ride (Rough Riders #3)(64)

“True. But that wasn’t the first blowjob I’ve ever gotten and that one was the best too.”


“Really?”


“I wouldn’t lie to you, baby doll. It was f*ckin’ amazin’. Come up here and kiss me.”


The tentative movement of her lips and tongue against his as she tried to hold back amused him. Cord knew she liked it when he controlled her mouth, when he urged them a little toward desperation. But the desperation he felt tonight owed nothing to sexual heat.


AJ sensed his mood and placed gentle kisses on every mark Colt left on his face. His stomach churned when he thought back to Colt’s words and actions and the realization his brother was sick and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. No way he could fix Colt like he’d fix fence. He’d try like hell, but Colt wouldn’t beat this if he couldn’t admit he had a problem. He sighed.


“You thinking about Colt?”


“Yeah.”


A pause. “It’s late. I should go.”


“Stay. I can put it aside when you’re here. Besides. I haven’t kissed you proper. I need a taste of them sweet, sweet lips.”


She smiled against his throat, nibbled his neck up to his mouth. “Show me a proper kiss, McKay.”


“I wasn’t talkin’ about your mouth, baby doll.”


Her gray eyes widened.


Cord grinned. “Take off them panties and crawl up here.”


“But—”


“You wanna get your butt slapped?”


“No.”


“Then slide off those bikinis and pull up your skirt.”


Rather than take off just her panties, AJ stripped off everything. “I didn’t come here for this, Cord.”


“I know. But I’m dyin’ to put my mouth on you because, sweets, I love to watch you come. It’s like you’re getting an unexpected present every damn time.”


AJ blushed.


Cord shifted down on the mattress. “Straddle me. Up on your knees. Grab the headboard.” When she hesitated he urged her closer so he could suck a nipple. “Don’t act all shy on me. I’m gonna make you feel good. You know I can. You know you want it.”


She moved into position. So did Cord. He slid his head between her knees.


“It’s like I’m sitting on your face.”


“And thank God for that. They used to call them mustache rides.”


“Cord!”


He laughed. “Angle yourself a little farther back. Hold tight.”


Before his tongue lapped the shiny wetness, before his hands spread her wide for the invasion of his fingers, he simply inhaled her. The sweet scent of AJ’s arousal—like sunshine and cotton. Like home.


He delved his tongue into her tight channel, long strokes as deep as it could reach, as his thumb flicked her clit in the same cadence.


AJ began to whimper immediately.


Cord sensed her orgasm gathering steam and her * muscles clenched around his tongue as she went over the edge. He figured the first one would be fast. Kissing a path down the inside of her thigh, he rotated his hands to clutch her ass.


“Cord.”


“Again, baby doll. You can go again.”


“But—”


He smacked her butt hard and she yelped. Leisurely, he licked every spot in her engorged * but her clit and blew a cool stream of air across the wetness. Petted the curve of her mound with his chin and cheek, intrigued by the contrast between her pale blondness and the darker tones of his hands on her skin.