Long Hard Ride (Rough Riders #1)(33)

“Not this morning.” Trevor pointed to the bed. “Get up there and let your legs dangle off the edge. And spread em’ nice and wide. I like to play with my breakfast before I eat it.”


Channing blushed about ten shades of pink. But she didn’t argue with him at all. Her heart-shaped butt wiggled enticingly as she crawled into the sleeper compartment.


“Like this?” she said.


Trevor noticed she had a foothold on either side of the wall. Her legs were braced far apart, as if she’d put herself on display for a man hundreds of times. But he knew better. It made her immediate surrender to him so much sweeter. “That’s perfect.”


He knelt on the dinette bench against the wall. His mouth was at exactly the right angle to dive deep into her *. He flattened his tongue and licked her from her little rosette to her clit. Up and down without stopping. Then he blew a stream of air across the wetness.


“Omigod.”


“You come pretty fast like this, don’t you?”


“Ah. Yes.”


“Then I’ll just have to make you come twice—once fast, once slow.”


Trevor bent his head and began to work her just with his tongue, lips and teeth. Sucking. Biting. Bestowing little teasing flicks over her clit, then he’d jam his tongue into her opening, licking her from the inside out.


Damn. Something about a woman’s morning musk tasted different.


Spicier. Warmer. Going down on her was a dirtier act in the daylight, rather than a lover’s secret, hidden under the covers and the cover of night.


“You taste like sweet cream and honey. I could come just from eating you.” His hands gripped her legs on the top near her hips. He let his thumbs lazily stroke the crease of her thighs, heightening the tactile pleasure, but never actually connecting with any part of her weeping sex.


“Well, I can definitely come like this.” Channing pumped her hips into his face. “I’m already close.”


“Mmm. You don’t say.” Trevor rolled her * lips around inside his mouth, sucking delicately. He focused his efforts on the button pouting for direct stimulation. First he suckled strongly and followed with quick bites from his firmed lips.


The combination set her off. Her clit throbbed beneath his tongue and he continued to use his mouth like he was devouring an ice cream cone—slurping, followed by precise short licks.


She came with a gasp, her back arched off the mattress, her ass clenched and she kept repeating, “Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God.”


He chuckled and the intimate vibration against her sensitive flesh made her cry out again.


Trevor wiped her juices from his face. His cock was twitching to get out and get some action, but he wouldn’t presume Channing would be up for it, as she’d already claimed some soreness from their previous go arounds.


After Channing’s legs stopped quaking, she propped herself up on her elbows and smiled at him shyly. “Get your fill?”


He licked his lips. “Breakfast of Champions, darlin’.”


Her gaze dropped to the obvious bulge in his jeans. She bit her lip.


“Trev, can I tell you a secret?”


“Sure. What?”


“It’s sort of embarrassing.”


“That’s okay, Chan, we’re friends, right?”


“Right.”


“So tell me.”


Channing blurted, “I’ve never done sixty-nine.”


Not what he’d expected at all. “Never?”


“Nope.”


“And you want to try it?”


“Yeah.” She fidgeted. “So, I was wondering if you’ve got time…”


“Right now?”


She nodded.


“You sure you’re up for it? I thought you were a little sore?”


“Not so much anymore. Besides, it’d be a pity to waste a good hard-on.”


Trevor figured she wanted some sixty-nine practice before she tried it with Colby. He thought it was incredibly sweet and he doffed his clothes immediately.


Channing laughed. “You would have won the gold buckle if there was a contest for fastest clothing removal.”


“My mama didn’t raise no idiots, darlin’, you don’t have to ask me twice.” He crawled up in the sleeping area. “This is gonna be fun.” Trevor kissed her slowly in a drawn out seduction of mouth on mouth. He spent extra time suckling and touching her breasts, giving her time to recover from her first orgasm from him. When she started rubbing her legs together, and a soft mewl rumbled from her throat, he knew she was ready for the short go.


He smoothed her wild hair from her strangely timid face. “It’s no different than givin’ me a blowjob, Chan. Curl on your side, and slide my dick in deep, but don’t arch your neck. And for God’s sake, when you start to come, don’t bite down.”


She giggled and it eased some of her tension.


“Ready?”


She nodded and rolled to her left side, Trevor settled on his right.