Rode Hard, Put Up Wet (Rough Riders #2)(15)

While drawing lazy circles on her left breast, he bent his head and latched onto her right nipple. Suckling deep and long until she whimpered and thrashed. He used his teeth and his tongue until he smelled her creaming again. Then he switched his attention to the left nipple and started the process all over. Slowly. His cock stirred as she ground her wet * into him and made sexy, needy moans.


But Cash wouldn’t be rushed no matter how much she pleaded. He took his time, learning every nuance of her reactions. What made her sigh. What made her clench her thighs. What made her curse and gyrate her hips. As he licked a path up her neck, she shuddered and gooseflesh appeared beneath his tongue.


“Cold?”


“God, no. Please. You’re torturing me.”


“What do you want?”


“Take the blindfold off. Untie my hands. I feel so helpless.”


“Mmm. Ain’t it a bitch to have no control?” He growled against her throat, “This is what I’ve been feelin’ since the first time I saw you. You’ve had me all tied up in knots, Gem. Just thinkin’ ’bout all the things I wanted to do to you. Now that you’re right where I want you, I ain’t inclined to let you go.”


She buried her face in the curve where his collarbone met his neck, trilling her lips across his skin until he shivered. “I’ll make it worth your while. Lord knows there are other places on you I wanna kiss too.”


“Got a specific place in mind?”


“Uh-huh. Need a hint?” She blew in his ear.


He smiled. “Why, Gemma Jansen. You offerin’ to blow me?”


“Yes.” She scraped her teeth down the cord in his neck. “Please.”


“No.” Cash took her mouth in a consuming kiss. After he broke away, he said,


“Don’t get me wrong, I’m dyin’ to have those sweet lips wrapped around my cock, watchin’ you takin’ me deep in that hot mouth, feelin’ your throat tighten on the head as you swallow every drop I give you, but it ain’t gonna happen tonight.”


“Why not? Because you’re showin’ me who’s boss in the bedroom?”


Her pouting attitude didn’t help her cause. “Yep. I warned you I planned to be in charge. You agreed. That’s all you need to remember.” He reached for a condom package, ripped it open and rolled it down the length of his erection. “Scoot your knees closer.”


“Why?”


“So you can ride me, cowgirl.”


“Oh.”


“I’ll even let you take the reins—” he nipped her chin, “—this time.”


Gemma kept her balance, even though the bra straps stretched more tightly around her wrists as she maneuvered in position. She canted her hips and sank down on him.


The slick feel of her * tightening around his cock made him grind his teeth together to stop from howling his satisfaction like a beast. “You’re so wet for me. Do you know how sexy that is? You bein’ so slick and hot again?”


She groaned softly in his ear.


He smoothed the hair from her cheek. “What?”


Resting her forehead to his, she said, “Kiss me while you’re f*cking me, Cash. I wanna be skin to skin and mouth to mouth with you when I come.”


“Whatever the lady wants.”


This time was slower. Sweeter. More intimate, more like making love than straight up f*cking. Keeping his mouth attached to hers, he shaped her luscious breasts with his hands, avoiding her pebbled nipples entirely. Contenting himself with tracing her lush contours, a teasing touch of his fingertips on the upper swell as his thumbs swept the side near her armpits, until she began to shake with increased desire. He caressed the strong muscles in her bare back and squeezed the delicious curve of her ass as she lifted and lowered on his cock. They sustained the languorous kiss until the very end when the thrusts grew shorter and faster.


Her chest was slick with sweat. As was his. When she bowed backward, changing the angle so he could thrust deeper, his thumb found her clit and he brought her to the brink, keeping her there, greedily watching the pleasure cross her face, until the pivotal moment, her internal muscles clamped down on his cock and he smashed his mouth back to hers, swallowing her cries as they sailed over the edge of insanity together.


While she slumped against him, catching her breath, Cash released her hands, rubbing them vigorously to return blood flow.


Gemma nuzzled his jaw, the coarse cotton of the blindfold catching on his cheek. “I never imagined it could be this good again.”


Part of him wanted to ask if she meant their second round of sex, or whether she meant with a man other than her late husband, but a larger part of Cash couldn’t stand to hear the truth.


She sighed. “You’re quiet. You okay?”


“Fine. Great. Just tired.”


“No round three, then?” she teased.


“We’ll see.”


“Speaking of seeing…could you take this off?”


“Sure. Can you stand up first? I’m getting a cramp in my leg.”