Rode Hard, Put Up Wet (Rough Riders #2)(59)

“Or I’ll leave.”


She stared at him. Defiantly. Warily.


“I ain’t kiddin’, Macie. My way or no way.”


Something shifted in her eyes and she nodded. She rolled on her back, knocked the pillows aside and pressed her palms to the paneled wall.


“Good girl.” Carter climbed on the bed and straddled her pelvis, ignoring the questions in her eyes as he bound her. After he was satisfied she couldn’t get loose, he knelt between her widespread thighs. He snatched the pillows and said, “Lift,” so he could slide them beneath her ass.


Then he dragged the tips of his fingers, oh-so-slowly, over the sensitive skin on the inside of her arms, until his palms rested on her ribs. “The rope will burn your wrists if you wiggle too much, so my advice is to stay still. No matter what I do to you.”


“Carter—”


He cut off her protest with a scorching kiss. As his mouth moved on hers, he touched her. Everywhere. Memorizing her from the beautiful curve in her neck to the hidden curves beneath her breasts. He contented himself by playing with her nipples for as long as he liked, since she was helpless to rush him. Pinching. Pulling. Drawing soft circles around the areola until it disappeared into a tempting tip. He stroked her silky hair, bunching it in his fist, rubbing it on his face, releasing the minty scent of her shampoo.


Caressing her flat belly with his whole hand. Teasing her belly button with his thumb.


Arcing the ragged edges of his knuckles over the delicate skin between her hipbones, feeling her abdomen quiver as she whimpered in his mouth.


He slid his lips to her ear and whispered, “I’m makin’ you wet.”


“Yes.”


“You want me to touch you where you’re wet?”


“Yes. Please.”


Carter nuzzled the sweet spot below her jaw. “You want my fingers? Or my mouth?”


“Your mouth. Please. Put your mouth on me.”


“I will. But you gotta do one thing for me first.”


“Anything.”


“Close your eyes and keep ’em closed.”


She did.


He licked a line straight down her torso. He reached for the can of whipped cream on the floor, distracting her by keeping his tongue busy on her clit.


She moaned, muffling the sound of him thumbing the cap and shaking the can. He rested the long white plastic tip against her opening, then pushed it in and depressed the nozzle, filling her hot * with cold whipped cream.


Macie screamed and jerked upright.


Carter placed his hand on her chest and pushed her flat as he began to lap and suck and eat every drop of cream—hers and the sweet white stuff from the can—from every hidden crevice. He jammed his tongue in her cunt as far as it would go. Licking her deepest recesses, wiggling his tongue inside her until she moaned again.


She came in a wet rush, bucking and moaning.


He wasn’t close to done.


He lifted her hips higher, burying his sticky face in her essence. Drowning in her.


Feeding his need by losing himself in hers. His fingers spread her wide, opening every part of her sex to him completely. He let his greedy tongue travel from her small puckered hole up through her engorged * lips and back down. Over and over. Faster and faster. While rimming her anus with his thumb, he latched onto her clit and sucked relentlessly until she came again.


After the last spasm became a faint throb against his lips, he rubbed his face on her thighs and her belly, marking her as his. He lowered her hips, stretching himself over her supine form. Her body was hot and soft against his coarser skin, and she smelled so damn tempting. He unearthed the bottle of lube and bent to taste her hard nipples, murmuring,


“Flip onto your stomach.”


“Carter—”


“Don’t sass me, Macie.”


“Umm. I can’t really move with you on top of me.”


He rolled her flat, and then hiked her butt into the air. Carter studied her position, not as an artist, but as a man. Gauging if his lover was ready for him, for something new.


Macie’s flushed cheek rested on the bed between her outstretched arms. Her knees were wider apart than her hips, creating a solid foundation to take his thrusts. Man, what a pretty picture she made.


His heart hammered as he squeezed lube onto his fingers and moved in behind her, bending forward to lick a path from her tailbone, up her spine, to the base of her skull.


Carter closed his eyes and buried his face in her mint-scented hair, tasting the sweat on her skin. Seeping himself in the taste, the feel, the scent of her.


Macie shuddered.


“I’m takin’ what you told me I could have.” He fingered the little rosette. “Plunging my cock into a place no man has been. Makin’ this ass mine.” He sank his teeth into her nape the same time his slick fingers breached her anus.


Her whole body stiffened up and her breath caught.


“Relax.” Carter nuzzled the curve of her shoulder. “It might hurt at first. But don’t fight me, let me all the way in. Don’t clench.” He pumped his fingers in and out of her hole, getting her ready to accept more. To take it all. “It feels dirty, doesn’t it?”