Cowboy Up (Coming Home #3)

He pops his mouth free, giving one more lick, then spins us and stomps away from the door. I’m so lost in him that when he drops me, I don’t even think to panic. The hard mattress gives me enough of a bounce that when he follows on top of me we collide with dual grunts.

He’s got me naked in a matter of seconds in a move so skillful I don’t even realize I’m being undressed until a rush of cool air brushes against my wet core. I don’t give myself a second to think about where he learned that; instead I push off the bed with my feet against the mattress and rut against his denim-covered erection. His groans mingle with mine, making me drunk with pleasure. The darkness around us, with not even the moon to cast some sort of light on us, only heightens the pleasure until I’m going out of my mind.

“I need you,” I tell my dark cowboy.

“Fuck yes,” he answers, but leaves me abruptly to stand.

I start to protest, until I hear his belt clang and the sound of his boots being toed off. “Light on or off, sweetness?” he rumbles.

“Off.”

If he had an issue with my answer, he didn’t verbalize it, instead he continues to undress.

“You taste like apple pie all over?” he oddly asks, when the sounds of him getting naked stop.

“What?”

“Never tasted anything better,” he continues.

Lifting off the mattress with my elbows, I start to reach for him but stop the second he speaks again, and I know I’ll spend the rest of my life swearing I saw the bright lights of heaven not even a moment later.

“Can’t wait to find out if your pussy tastes as sweet as the rest of you.”

Oh. My. “Heavens!” I scream when he grabs my hips and his mouth covers my sex. My eyes roll back in my head as I scream my throat raw, coming instantly with waves of intense pleasure that just keep getting more intense as his vibrating groans shoot against my core.

My toes curl, my fingers cramp as I fist the sheets, and I thrash my head from side to side with the roaring of my thundering heart matching the storm raging through my body.

He continues to drink from me. Sucking, nipping, licking, devouring me. The ragged sounds coming from me ring in my ears as I continue to come, begging him to never stop. All of this, without even knowing what the skillful man between my legs looks like, but knowing I will never forget him.

He gives me one long, slow lick from my clenching center to my oversensitive clit before releasing his hold on my hips and climbing up my body. Limply, I watch his shadow in the darkness move until something falls on my chest.

“You wanna be bad, sweetness, then let’s be bad,” he tells me against my mouth before kissing me. The taste of my arousal thick on his tongue makes me turn my head and deepen the kiss.

I could kiss this man for days and days.

He rolls us, my legs falling to straddle his hips as the hard length of his erection sits between my soaked lower lips. I start rocking my hips mindlessly, needing to be filled with him. He gives me free rein until his breathing is just as frantic as mine. Only then does he stall, his fingers digging into my thighs.

“Condom, get it on my cock and ride me until that sweet fucking pussy sucks me dry,” he demands.

My hands shake as I search between our bodies for what he must’ve dropped on the mattress before rolling us. Finally finding it by my knee, I shift until and grab his thickness gently. I give him a few pumps but stop when I realize just how big the man under me is. I look up and gasp, adding my other hand to better size him up. Holy shit, this will never fit inside of me.

“My cock will fit just fine inside of that sweet pussy.”

“Shit,” I hiss, giving him a squeeze with both hands. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

“Gathered that, sugar, but trust me when I say you’re soaked and it’ll fit just fine.”

He’s not wrong. I’m so wet I can feel the dampness spreading across his thigh. I shift my hips, the friction making me pant loudly.

“Fuckin’ hell. Get that shit on me so you can fuck me,” he strains.

“What?” I sputter, freezing with both hands still fisting his huge erection. “You want me to . . .” I stop, unable to finish my thought.

“Say it, Carrie,” he tells me, the nickname not bothering me as much coming from him. He must have heard Luke call me that and I don’t correct him, using it as my own cloak. “Say you’re going to fuck me. Tell me how you’re going to ride my cock.”

Oh my God, this man is going to be my undoing.

I squirm, but don’t speak as the shyness I thought I’d lost comes roaring back. I start to drop him, but he must’ve realized I was losing my nerve. His hands shoot off my thighs and around each of my fists, closing around my hold roughly and pumping himself through our joined hold. A long and pained sound leaves him. He lifts up, one hand cupping my center, one long finger sinking into me and hooking inside my body as I scream.

“You feel this? Feel what your body wants? Or how fuckin’ hard I am for you? I want you to use me, Carrie. I want you to ride me until I feel that wet pussy drippin’ down my balls, and then I want to feel that sweetness of yours clamp down on me as you come. You’ll keep ridin’ me though, won’t you, sweetness? You’ll keep givin’ me more because you want to know what bein’ bad feels like. And I’ll give it to you just as soon as you give me what I want. Then I’m gonna flip you over until your ass is in the air and your ponytail is in my fist with my balls slapping against this soaked pussy until you come again. Fuck you so hard, darlin’, you’re gonna feel me for days. Then you’re gonna get your sweet ass back against this mattress so I can put my knees at your sides and pump my cock until I come all over these fuckin’ tits.”

He slides his finger in and out of my body a few times, my core fluttering around him.

I’m ready to come again.

“Show me you wanna be bad,” he says, his voice straining as his erection grows even harder between our hold.

I rip my hand away from his flesh and my mouth finds his as I search for the condom again. This time he’s the one that finds it, but he pulls my hand from his neck and places the packet in my palm as I continue to roll my tongue against his. As I tear it open, my mouth leaves his and starts kissing every inch of his body while I fumble my way through putting a condom on. Then, thank the heavens above, I finish at the same time my mouth finds his nipple. I bite it, not even sure what’s come over me, but I get a rush of power from the guttural noises spilling from him.

I scoot my knees until I feel him again between my legs, lifting up with my hands on his shoulders. “Put your cock inside of me,” I pant against his mouth, shocked at the brazen words that left my own without thought.

“I thought you’d never ask, sugar,” he grunts, one hand leaving the breasts he’d been playing with to line himself up with my entrance. The second I feel his blunt tip, I let my body fall, taking every rock-hard inch of him at once.

The pleasure is blinding.

And I scream.

And scream.

And scream.