Cowgirl Up and Ride (Rough Riders #3)(73)

Soon as the orgasm ended, she felt Cord in front of her. He plucked up her right hand to suck the juices from her fingers and her belly swooped.


“Jesus, that was hot as hell, my porn-star rodeo queen.” He helped her to her feet and carefully led her to the rug, urging her to lay on her back. “My turn.” Cold oil dripped between her breasts.


She gasped.


“Been wantin’ to do this since the first time I got my hands on these.” Cord straddled her waist and held the mounds together with his hands as he slid his warm cock in the deep valley of her cleavage. He hissed and began to thrust. “Between how goddamn good this feels and watchin’ you touch yourself, I ain’t gonna last long at all.”


AJ wished she wasn’t blindfolded so she could see his face. Yet she already knew the rhythm of his body. He was frantic, about to blow. When he gave four short thrusts, she felt his balls draw up off her belly.


Cord groaned and squeezed her breasts tightly as liquid warmth seeped out the end of his cock onto her chest.


She didn’t realize she’d been holding her breath until he wasn’t sitting on her ribcage. AJ expelled a quiet sigh.


He used a soft cloth to wipe her down. His rough-skinned hands sweetly caressed her arms and legs. Callused fingertips traced the line of her jaw and throat, then her collarbones.


Just his hands, not his mouth. Why hadn’t he kissed her yet?


“I’m bettin’ that wasn’t your favorite position.”


She shook her head.


“I’ve got a couple of other ideas for tonight. You need to be on the fireplace for the next one.” He helped her up and her butt met cold stone again. “Hang tight.”


And she was tired of not talking. “For what?”


Immediately Cord’s breath burned her ear. “You don’t get to ask questions. And that one just earned you another penalty, baby doll. Stay put and stay quiet.”


As his footsteps faded she debated on taking off the blindfold when a thought occurred to her. Maybe withholding kisses was her penalty. If that was the case, she’d sit here like a lump all night because she absolutely craved the man’s kisses.


Her heart thudded when she heard him return.


“Arrange yourself like you were before.”


AJ put her hands behind her and spread her legs open.


“Good. Stay like that. No touchin’ me unless I say so.”


Cord’s lips brushed hers so softly she whimpered. He teased her for an eternity with his mouth and breath and little bites and flicks of his tongue until she was wet and lightheaded from the sensual onslaught.


“Open your mouth.”


Something long, cold, sweet and decidedly phallic brushed her top and bottom lip and tongue before Cord’s mouth devoured hers in a kiss so hot her body went up in flames.


Which would explain why the Popsicle melted so quickly when he placed it on her nipples.


He swallowed her scream as he circled the icy tip around and around those rigid twin peaks. Then his mouth was licking the sticky sweetness from her left breast as he traced the frozen treat down the center of her body. Past her belly button, down her pubic bone, making a couple of tiny circles over her clit—surely he wasn’t planning on—and he pushed the icy pop inside.


“Omigod!”


“That’s another one, AJ.” Cord switched to her right nipple and suckled while twirling the ice pop inside her clenching sex.