Long Hard Ride (Rough Riders #1)(54)

“Talking to Gemma. Why? Did you miss me?”


Pause. “What do you think?”


“I think if you’re gonna be a jerk to me I’ll turn around and leave and go back to drinking beer with Gemma.”


“Sorry. I’m just bored. A bit lonesome. And yeah, I missed you, okay?”


She smiled in the darkness. “Okay. You need anything before I come up there? Ice for your hand?”


“Nah. I’m fine.”


Channing climbed up and flicked on the wall lamp at the head of the bed.


Immediately, his left bicep covered his face. “Ow. My eyes. Shut that damn thing off.”


“Poor baby.” Click. Back into shadows. “How do you feel?”


“Honestly? My hand hurts. My ribs are tender. And I’m so goddamned horny I’ve been layin’ here, thinkin’ about whackin’ off for some quick relief. Except my right hand is all bandaged up and I ain’t so good at goin’ lefty.”


She laughed and leaned over to nuzzle his neck. “How about if I offer you some relief? I ain’t so good at going lefty either. Maybe it’d be better for both of us if I used my mouth.”


“Uh. Yeah. Your mouth. Uh. Yeah. That’d be good.”


Colby? Tongue-tied? She didn’t know whether to be touched or nervous. “Since it’s dark in here and I don’t want to hurt you, guide me to where you want me.” She placed her fingers on his lips, tracing the warm fullness.


He kissed them, briefly sucked her index and middle finger into his mouth, then he wrapped his hand around hers and shifted the covers back to set her palm on his erect penis. At some point he’d taken off his boxers so she just felt him. Long. Thick. Hard. Hot. Ready.


Channing scooted down Colby’s body, avoiding bumping his upper torso. She’d rather take a shortcut and trail soft healing kisses and touches over his bruised ribs. But she knew he’d rather have a trail of hot, hungry kisses down his cock. A couple of quick hard strokes and she brought him into her wet mouth.


Colby groaned and arched, trying to shove his dick in deeper. Which lasted about a second because he winced in pain and dropped back to the mattress, letting his cock slip free from between her lips.


Channing knew Mr. Take Charge preferred to grab her hair and direct her mouth to where he wanted it. But since Colby was banged up, he didn’t get to be in charge. His immobility would give her a chance to decide on the level of participation she’d allow him. For once, this was all her show.


Heh heh. This was going to be so fun.


“Channing, darlin’, I can’t move much, so you’re gonna hafta—”


“Do whatever I want. My, my. Isn’t this a turn of the tables?” She flicked the stiff tip of her tongue back and forth over the magic spot under the cockhead. Then she retreated to blow a stream of cool breath on the moist area.


He hissed.


She played with him. Sucking him deep into the slippery recess of her mouth until her lips brushed the base of his cock. She built a seductive, calculating rhythm with firm strokes of her hand and teasing tugs of her wet mouth that almost sent him soaring over that dark edge.



Twice. But she stopped both times to nuzzle his balls. Lapping at the tight sacs like a cat. She’d roll them in her mouth like she was sucking a lollipop.


When his whole body started to shake she knew it wasn’t from a fever. Powerful stuff, being in charge. She’d have to try it more often.


Her firm lips nibbled up and down the sides of that straining length of rigid flesh until it quivered against his belly. A little lick here, a little lick there. She avoided the tip weeping for her attention.


Colby groaned and shifted his hips slightly. “Now you’re just bein’


mean.”


“No. It’d be mean if I stopped entirely. And if you complain again, that’s what I’ll do.”


“You wouldn’t.”


Channing made as if to leave.


“Okay, okay! I believe you. Jesus. Don’t go, darlin’. I’ll behave.”


She smirked and let her hair drift up his battered body, over and over—a thousand little lashes of pleasure on his sensitized skin.


He shuddered and said, “That feels so good. Everything you do to me feels good.”


She licked his neck, much like she’d licked his cock and he moaned.


After toying with his earlobe with her tongue and teeth and breath—which drove him crazy—she whispered, “Where’s the lube?”


One-handed, Colby frantically patted the area beside him and then pressed a cold metal tube against her arm.


She drew back. “You already had the KY up here? Pretty confident, aren’t you, cowboy?”


“No. Just hopeful. I’m an optimistic sort of guy; I think you forgot that about me, shug.”


Optimistic. Right. The man was just plain cocky. Channing flipped the cap open on the lube. Instead of warming the gel in her hand first, she squirted a cold line of it straight down his dick.


“Jesus Christ!” He shot up and froze at the sudden pain the movement caused before he flopped back down. “Shit. That’s cold.”