Ride a Cowboy (13 page)

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Yes, definitely losing my mind. How on earth did this happen? How did I get here? Where’s my brain when I need it?

But worse than that was the electric connection that sparked the moment he touched her. One minute Jessie found herself somehow persuaded into dinner and coaxed into splitting a bottle of wine. The next, before she could blink, they were in her bedroom, half naked, and she wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes off. Hers, too. Feel that hard body naked against hers. And fuck his brains out. She tunneled her fingers through Kyle’s mink-brown hair, feeling its rich softness as his mouth feathered light kisses along the column of her neck.

It had to be the wine. What else could melt the big wall she’d built so carefully around herself? Make her want to jump into bed with a man who only that morning she’d been barely willing to wipe her boots on?

Put a lid on it, Jessie. You don’t bring your playmates home with you.

But she knew it was way too late for that. The genie was out of the bottle and there was no putting it back. At the first touch of his tongue in her mouth, her breasts swelled and her thighs trembled, moisture collecting in her panties and every pulse in her body throbbing with a primal beat. She’d exploded like an incendiary device, all reason and caution blown away. She forgot she resented him, hated his type of macho personality. All that mattered was him. Now. And how long it had been since she’d felt even a glimmer of this kind of arousal. So here she was, nearly naked in her bedroom with him, leaning back against his hard, muscular body and imagining all the wicked things she wanted to do with him.

But what made it even worse was the little thread of something curling low inside her, a connection to Kyle Mitchell that had never happened before.

Shit, shit, shit.

His voice, close to her ear, destroyed her thought processes.

“So soft,” he murmured, his hands slipping around to cup her breasts. Her blouse and bra lay discarded somewhere on the floor. “I love your nipples, Jessie. So ripe. So firm.”

He dipped his head to pull one of them into his mouth, laving it with his tongue, grazing his teeth along its pebbled surface. She realized the soft moan she heard was coming from her.

Dragging her fingers down across his broad shoulders to his hard-muscled chest, she sifted through the crisp hair to find his flat male nipples. Dragging her fingernails across them drew a deep groan from Kyle and sent a fresh flood of cream to her pussy. Every desire, every need she’d tamped down for so many months now came flooding to the forefront, rousing the dormant streak of wildness in her.

“Naked,” she gasped, pushing away from him. “Right now.”

He pulled her back. “Or what, sugar? You’ll arrest me?”

She bit his ear. “No, but I might handcuff you.”

“Oh, yeah? That’s some big threat there. Let’s see what you got.”

She barely paid attention as they ripped off the rest of their clothing, tossing the discarded garments aside, desperate to feel skin to skin. Jessie yanked back the covers on her bed, leaving just the silk fitted sheet and the bank of pillows she slept with.

“On the bed. Now.”

She was sure it was astonishment at her boldness that made him comply so easily, because he certainly could have resisted as she pushed him backwards onto the mattress. As he tumbled down, her eyes were drawn like a moth to light to his cock, jutting thick and proud from a nest of dark brown curls.

Holy shit!

Jessie swallowed. Could she actually take all of him inside her? The image sent fresh bolts of lust slicing through her.

Kyle’s lips curved in an absolutely lethal grin. “Like what you see, sugar?”

“Mmm,” was all she could say.

He was watching her with a combination of humor and rampant hunger in his eyes, obviously waiting to see what she’d do next. She took a moment to drink in the sight of his body. It was just as hard and lean as she’d imagined, his muscles like thick ropes beneath his skin. Broad shoulders and a wide chest tapered down to lean hips and long, muscular legs.

Beautiful!
she breathed silently.

Barely able to restrain herself from leaping onto him, she reached in the nightstand drawer for the extra set of handcuffs she kept there and waved them in Kyle’s face.

“Let’s see if I can make you enjoy being restrained this time,” she told him in a husky voice.

His eyes widened. “What? Wait…”

But with a minimum of movement she’d snapped a cuff around one wrist, threaded the connecting chain through the slat in her headboard and locked the other cuff around his opposite wrist.

There. That’s what I want. And right now.

Barely acknowledging that she had lost all semblance of control, she straddled his body, leaned forward and licked his lips, loving the taste of the wine they’d shared that still lingered there. He opened his mouth with no urging, and she thrust her tongue inside. As she swept it around every inner surface, her hands drifted to his chest and again her fingers found his nipples. She scraped her nails across them, loving the sound of his indrawn breath and the flexing of the muscles in his stomach. She did it again, and again, taking her time, teasing each millimeter of the pebbled surface.

When she bent her head and licked each nipple over and over, he strained against the heat of her mouth. A light nip at each had him groaning and trying to heave his body upward.

Jessie looked at him, licking her lips. “Uh, uh, uh. My game, my rules.”

“Unlock these handcuffs,” Kyle said in a gritty voice. “And I’ll show you whose rules we’ll play by.”

She gave him a wicked grin. “But I’m not through having fun yet.”

Deliberately wiggling her ass along his body, she shimmied until she could kneel between his thighs. Watching him carefully, she cupped his balls with one hand and wrapped the fingers of the other around his swollen shaft. When she delicately swiped her tongue across the velvet surface of the head, he jerked against his restraints and tightened his thighs against her.

“Jesus, Jessie. Careful. I think I’m nearly ready to come.”

“So soon?” she teased. “I haven’t really had time to play yet.”

She drew her tongue slowly along the length of his cock, up one side and down the other, feeling it jump and flex in her grasp. Very deliberately she traced the vein pulsing beneath the soft skin before dipping into the slit at the top of the head and scooping up the bead of liquid seeping from it. She repeated the motion over and over, never taking her eyes from Kyle’s face, her fingers stroking the soft sac of his testicles. His thighs tightened and his chest rose and fell as his breathing hitched erratically. The air in the room was redolent with the musk of their joint arousal, a fragrance that heightened every one of her senses.

“Jessie, Jessie, Jessie.” His voice was rough and raw as his body responded to her, his hands yanking again and again at the manacles. “Shit, Jessie. Your mouth is about to burn me alive. Let me touch you. Please.”

Jessie simply shook her head. A good part of the arousal racing through her body was the knowledge that he was restrained, unable to touch her, could only lie there at her mercy, for whatever she chose to do to him. It had been so long since she’d been able to do this. So long since she could let her dark desires take over.

For one brief moment she wondered what he thought of a woman who was this brazen, this aggressive, this outrageous. Usually she didn’t care. Playtime was all she was interested in. But Kyle Mitchell had latched onto her in a secret place somewhere. But then she forced herself not to care, to focus only on the pleasure here and now.

When she raised one hand, delicately licked the fingers and then slipped them down in the cleft of his ass, he groaned loudly and bucked his hips.

“God, woman,” he rasped. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

“Making you feel good,” she said slyly and closed her lips over his cock, pulling him deep into her mouth.

The pleasure, the pleasure. Concentrate on the pleasure.

Her own body was in such a high state of arousal she was afraid she’d come while kneeling there. Holy Hannah, she hadn’t been this turned on in months. And with Kyle Mitchell, the man she’d been in such a hurry to kick out of her jail? How could she have gone from practically hating the man one minute to wanting to devour him the next. She wondered what he’d say if she showed him some of her toys and asked him to play. Just the thought of that sent delicious shivers skittering over her skin.

As his cock continued to swell and flex in her mouth, she massaged the sensitive area of his cleft, pressing her moistened fingertips against the puckered opening of his anus.

What will he think if I do this? If I slide my finger inside his ass and find that male hot spot? Will he be angry? Demand I not do this?

Kyle jerked, his body tightening like a fist and another groan of pleasure rumbled up from his chest. Jessie was completely engrossed in what she was doing now. In fact, she
loved
what she was doing, pleasuring a man with her mouth and showing him that his rear opening could be just as sensitive and responsive as a woman’s.

Without increasing her tempo, she continued to draw the thick erection deeper into her mouth and press the tip of one finger into Kyle’s hot rectum. Oh, yes, she definitely wanted to show him some of her toys. Explain how she could enhance his climax. Make him come harder than he ever had in his life. She shivered just thinking about it, the pulse in her vagina beating in triple time, her hungry cunt begging for something to fill it.

A long breath hissed from his mouth when her finger plunged to the first knuckle, his inner muscles clenching around her when her finger pushed all the way in. Yes, yes, yes. Pleasuring a man—the right man—made Jessie so horny she nearly lost her mind.

Then, as easily as she’d started, she stopped. Not too much, not too fast, she reminded herself. When she leaned back on her heels, lightly stroking Kyle’s penis with one hand while the other continued to probe his rear entrance, she had to grit her teeth to keep from climbing on top of him and taking him inside her. Right now.

“You like that?” Her voice was husky, thick with her desire.

“God, yes.” The words burst from his mouth. “Jessie, I don’t know if I can hang on much longer, and I damn well want to be inside you.”

A muscle twitched in his jaw, and she could see he was barely hanging onto his control. He yanked on the handcuffs again and his hard-as-steel muscles flexed against her.

“Not yet,” she teased. “Not quite yet. I have something I want from you first.”

Slipping her finger free, she straddled his chest again and hitched herself forward until her pussy was nearly touching his mouth.

“Lick me, Kyle. Let me feel your tongue on me.”

Shaking with need, she opened the lips of her cunt and moved forward again just enough so his tongue could reach her. When he glided it over her clit, she couldn’t contain the shudders that sped through her or the fresh release of cream soaking her even more.

“You’re wet, sugar.” His voice was as hoarse as hers. “And you taste like heaven.”

“More,” she urged, almost pleading. “Lick me hard. I want your tongue inside me.”

His eyes darkened as she murmured her erotic instructions to him, and he bent to his task avidly.

She really wanted to watch him do it. That was half of the enjoyment for her. But the pleasure was riding her so forcefully she had to close her eyes and give herself over to it.

Kyle Mitchell had a wicked, wicked tongue that was an educated instrument of pleasure. The tip rested lightly on her clit, teasing her. Carefully he licked every inch of her pussy lips, knowing exactly how to measure his strokes. Flicking her throbbing clit before stabbing inside her waiting cunt.

Oh, god!

When he curled his tongue and touched her sweet spot, so much pleasure sizzled through her she was sure she’d combust on the spot. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts out at him. And right there, straddling his hard chest, his tongue taking her to heaven, his willingness to give her satisfaction so obvious…She was in big, big trouble.

“If you unlocked my hands, I could play with those gorgeous tits and pinch those beautiful nipples,” he told her, his voice heavy and rough. His desire was so strong she could almost feel it reaching out to her. “I could make you feel even better, sugar. Make those gorgeous nipples swell in my mouth. How about it?”

“Not yet,” she gasped, riding his tongue. “Not yet, not yet, not yet.”

She threw her head back, giving herself over to the sweeping pleasure. His efforts were totally focused on giving her what she wanted. Driving her up the spiral that swirled low in her belly, silently showing her, telling her how much he loved doing this to her.

Funny. She’d thought her enjoyment would all come from what she wanted to do to
him.
He was the first man she could remember who ate at her with such obvious relish. But then she felt his teeth bite down gently on her clit, her eyes flew open and her body stiffened. God, she was going to come and she wanted him to be inside her when she did.

“Stop.” Her breath seesawed out of her. “Stop now.”

Again she shifted her body to give herself better access to his entire groin area, once more taking his cock inside her mouth. Her hand cupped his balls, and when she felt them start to tighten, she reached over and pulled out a condom from the nightstand. Rolling it onto him expertly, she took a deep breath and lowered herself onto that thick, swollen shaft.

With infinite care, she straddled him, guided the head of his thick penis to her opening and slid down the shaft, one teasing inch at a time. Every muscle in Kyle’s body flexed as he strained to push himself completely inside her. Her flesh stretched to accommodate the delicious feeling of fullness.

And then he was
there
. All the way in. The head of his cock bumped erotically against the mouth of her womb. An involuntary shiver of pleasure skittered through her.