Brooke leaned on the back of the hotel room couch, willing to let Ryder do just about anything he wanted to her.
He knelt behind her, spreading her legs, running his hands from her high-heeled shoes, up her calves, over her thighs to the spot where she needed him so desperately. “You are beautiful.” He kissed her thighs, the soft skin where her legs joined her butt, and ran his tongue along the fabric of her silk thong.
She dropped her head, rolling it as waves of heat radiated from his touch through her bloodstream.
“You taste incredible.” He lapped at her with long, slow strokes of his tongue, until suddenly, he yanked down her thong. “Gotta have it all.”
She loved his impatience.
He sucked her waxed lips, his skin burning hot and firm on her sensitive flesh, then his tongue traced the length of her pussy as if he were a starving man. He placed his palms on her ass cheeks, pulling, spreading her for him. “So sweet.” With a groan, he pressed his face into her opening, sucking, tickling with his tongue.
Her body responded so quickly, shivers rattling through her, sending her thoughts spinning into darkness, into complete abandon.
His tongue slid forward until he found her clit, hidden under her hood. He circled it, then sucked it into his lips, tweaking it with his tongue.
“Ryder!” The word burst from her throat as her body tensed and shot her mind into a freefall, the lights spinning in her head as waves of pleasure ebbed and flowed through her, the orgasm so wild, it seemed to have no end.
Behind her, he licked at her swollen, pulsing lips, taking all her juices, breathing just as fast and hot as she was.
“Oh my God.” She felt her knees jitter and the room spin. In seconds, she felt his arm around her back, his other under her knees as he lifted her up, high against his chest. She forced her eyes open and looked at his face.
His green eyes had turned so dark, they looked almost black, but his cocky smile remained in place.
Throwing her arms around his neck, she kissed him, showing him everything her muddled brain couldn’t find the words to say. She tasted herself on his lips, pressed her tongue deeper, and lapped at his essence, smoky, hungry man.
He walked as she kissed him, carrying her into the bedroom. The huge navy-quilted bed took up most of the room. White carpet spanned the floor, ending at a wall of windows with the same amazing view of the city.
He set her on her knees on the bed, and slowed the kiss. “Cutie, I want to get you out of this torture device.”
She smiled. “It only looks like torture.” She wriggled her body closer along his. “And who doesn’t like a little torture with their pleasure?”
His brow lifted. “Are you sayin’…?” He smacked his big hand on her bare bottom.
“Uh huh.” Brooke enjoyed a little bit of rough with her love, and if Ryder did too, that would make tonight special for both of them. A memory he’d keep, and hopefully want to relive with her.
He threaded his finger through her hair and tugged. “You seem like the kind of filly that needs a little taming.”
Shivers of delight raced through her. She hadn’t been with a real cowboy before. This was going to be fun. “I just might, Ryd…” A thought hit her. “Don’t use my name tonight, and I won’t use yours.”
His brows dropped. “What?”
“Then, if anyone asks, you can say you didn’t have sex with Brooke.” She smiled.
He shook his head. “You’ve got some odd notions in that pretty head of yours.”
She shrugged. “I’ve heard that before.” Turning nearly completely around, still on her knees, she flicked her finger over the zipper’s pull tab. “But if you don’t mind getting back to the important stuff…” She looked back at him and blinked a couple times.
He groaned and reached for the zipper at the back of her corset. “Don’t mind a bit.” He made quick work of it, pulling the scrap of fabric off her.
Brooke’s breaths came fast as she turned her body toward him, letting him take her all in.
Staring, he sucked in a long, loud breath.
Under his gaze, her nipples hardened and her pussy creamed, knowing what would come next for her, for them.
He stepped closer and bent her backward over his arm, licking one nipple, suckling and nibbling.
She held on to his shoulders as each touch, each pull, echoed like a sweet tug in her core, tightening and moistening her.
His free hand gripped her ass cheek, squeezing, then smacking her, ramping up her desire, her need to be taken by him any way he chose.
Sneaking her fingers down low on his hips, she grasped his hard shaft.
His body jerked and the suction of his lips on her breast released with a pop.
Brooke wrapped her hand around his velvet-soft cock, her fingers not quite touching her thumb. She wanted this whole, wonderful piece of Ryder deep inside her. “Please, cowboy, you know I want this.”
He looked at her, his eyes hooded. “You can have it all, cutie. All night.”
She squeezed his shaft and kissed his parted lips. “I need you now, cowboy.”
He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.” His southern accent poured thick and low. He sat her on the bed and tugged off her thong and her shoes, tossing them to the floor. “All mine, all naked, all woman.” He reached into the drawer next to the bed and pulled out a condom.
His words sent a skitter from her heart to her head. She wanted to be his. His woman. It was just a dream, a wild wish on a shooting star, but for tonight, she’d pretend it could happen. Brooke took the condom packet from him and patted the bed beside her. “Let me.”
Leaping sideways onto the bed, Ryder landed on his side facing her, then rolled onto his back. “Be my guest.” He stacked his hands behind his head and watched her with a narrowed gaze.
Drawing her fingers along his strong abs, she played in the light furring there, then pressed her palm against his hip. Her mouth watered for a taste, and she gave in, leaning forward and licking the tip of his cock, taking in the salty drop that rode his slit.
“Aw, cutie.” His body stiffened, his breath panting from his lungs.
She grasped his staff and wrapped her lips around his head, sliding them down along his length, bringing her hand up to meet her lips when the head of his cock hit the back of her mouth.
The taste of him sent chills racing along her skin. He was musky, salty, and pure male in her mouth, and she tickled every centimeter of him with her tongue.
“Cutie, hold that thought for a bit.” Ryder took the condom packet from her and waved it in the air. “I gotta be inside you first.” His voice rumbled like a slow-approaching storm.
She slowly sucked her way off his shaft. “Yes, sir.” She gave him a few more licks, took the condom from him, then got busy sheathing him.
His gaze watched her every move, and she could sense his restraint, the way he held back and let her run this show.
How would she reward him? She’d ride him, hard and fast but…reverse cowgirl? The perfect position in which to have her first cowboy. With one quick movement, she threw her leg over his belly, facing his feet.
He groaned and placed his hands on her hips. “I like it. Go to town, cowgirl.”
She giggled at the visual of her in a cowgirl hat with a gunbelt and a couple of pistols at her side. Someday, if things worked out between them, she’d get a costume… Damn, she’d drifted off to the future, while her present waited impatiently. Brooke grasped his hard shaft in her palm. Running the hot tip across the moist opening between her legs, she knew she needed to make this more intense than he’d ever known. Make an impression on him any way she could. With a quick tip of her hips, she took just his head into her pussy.
He let out a low moan and his hands gripped tighter on her hips.
Slowly, she eased her body lower, her opening taking him inside, one hot, thick inch at a time until her thighs pressed against his hips.
“Yeah, that’s good.” He rotated his hips, pushing himself infinitesimally deeper inside her. “Fucking good.”
She took up the motion, spinning her hips in a flat circle, tightening her deep muscles around him, making herself as crazy for release as she wanted to make him.
Leaning back to rest her hands on his chest, she arched her back, dropped her head back, and let her hair brush against his chest.
“Aw, cutie, you know how to make me loco.” He grasped her hair in one hand and tugged, reaching up and around with the other to pinch her nipple. His hips dropped down, easing part of his shaft out of her.
Following his lead, she slid herself halfway off his cock, then dropped back down, impaling herself.
“Yeah, that’s it.” He pressed a hand between her shoulders, the other cupped her ass, and he lifted her, sliding her off him then back onto him, over and over again, the motion making her cunt so slick, she made suctioning sounds with each movement.
Using her leg muscles, she moved herself faster, taking him in harder, sliding off a little slower, then pounding him back inside her.
Behind her, on his chest, her nails dug into his skin and he laughed, slow and sexy. “A little torture for me, too?”
She purred, actually purred, for the first time in her life, and let the impact of what she was doing to this cowboy—and what he was doing to her—take over all her thoughts. She felt the pressure start at her hips, a kind of perfect storm of heat and muscle cramping that quickly shot up her spine and rammed into her brain, blasting her out of consciousness, swinging her around and around until her whole body tingled and she shouted his name a half dozen times.
The climax culminated with her stiffening like a board, her core contracting around his shaft, manic convulsions of pleasure that made him shout, too.
He eased her back, breathing heavily. He wrapped his arms around her and gently stroked her belly, her ribs, between her breasts. His lips nibbled playfully at her earlobe, whispering sweet words that didn’t quite register, but made her smile.
He moved his hips, and his hard shaft pulsed inside her. He hadn’t come? “Now it’s my turn, cutie.” He slid her off his shaft, off his body and onto her back on the bed, and he rolled on top of her. Bracing himself with his elbows on each side of her, he cupped her face with his hands. “You’re not going to believe this, but when it comes to sex, I’m a little old-fashioned.”
She curved her lips in a purely satisfied smile. “I don’t believe it. Your reputation…” She lifted her brows. “Hound Dog.”
“Reputations are just that. A bunch of crap attached to a guy, that can function as armor, or a magnet.”
****
Ryder watched Brooke’s face as he made his pronouncement. Yeah, he was a little old-fashioned; he liked to have his woman under him, liked to press her down into the bed as he pushed himself into her, giving them both pleasure. Sure, he liked a little slap and tickle, a little wild crazy sex, but he always came back to this, face-to-face with him in charge.
He took a breath, enjoying the sight of Brooke under him, her big, beautiful eyes looking up into his as he used his knees to part her thighs, used his hips to position his cock at her tight little pussy, and pushed himself in, slowly, slowly.
Her wet pussy lips suctioned onto his shaft as he slid into her, hot and slick, she tipped her hips to accommodate his size inside her.
“I like this.” She whispered the words as she ran her fingers through his hair, then down his back, stopping to press her palms on his ribs. “I like this traditional side of you.”
He gave a quick laugh. Most women found this a little too intimate, but not Brooke. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around him loosely, her calves resting on his buttocks.
They moved in tandem, coming together in slow, slick pulses of his shaft inside her, him drawing his length out only to start over, the feel of her around him too perfect, too addicting. He bent his head to suckle at her nipples
She played with his hair, kissing his head in quiet intimacy.
“Sweet Brooke.” Slow-motion flashes of heat puddled around his groin, spreading their way up along his back, through his extremities, and finally circling inside his head to send him so close to the edge, he thought he might go off that second.
Too late, he remembered her suggestion to not use each other’s names. But this intense pull he felt for her, right this moment, he had to use her name. He didn’t want to use an endearment like he usually did with women, which had always been his way of creating that impersonal barrier between them. This was Brooke.
Slipping his hand between their bodies, he found her clit. With a quick breath, she stiffened, and he took her lips with his, kissing her with wild strokes of his tongue, matching the movement of his play on her clit, and the quick pulses of his cock inside her.
She bit his lip lightly and cried out as he let go, jumping over the edge of the stage into an abyss of flashing lights, primal screams, and pinpricks on every inch of his skin. His body imploded, his blood whirring through his veins, hot and wild as his mind flashed decadent pictures of the beautiful woman under him. On and on it went until he forgot to breathe. When his balls had emptied and his hips no longer craved the wild bucking motion, he sucked in a breath and opened his eyes to see tears in hers.
Oh shit, what had he done.
She caressed his cheek. “I never imagined, Ryder.” She shook her head. “Never.”
He frowned. “What?”
She stiffened. “What you just…” She glanced away. “It was just unexpected, that’s all.”
He rolled onto his side, pulling her with him and holding her close. Had he overwhelmed her with the powerful familiarity of the position? That had to be it. “It’s just plain old missionary, but sometimes, it can get intense.”
She sighed. “You’re right. I wasn’t expecting it.” Kissing his chest, she snuggled closer.
They stayed that way for a long time, kissing, brushing light touches over each other, rubbing bare skin against bare skin.
“Ryder?”
“Yep?”
“I have one request.”
“Uh huh?” He’d do just about anything for her. He couldn’t get enough of holding her tight like this, sharing the intimacy after one of the best orgasms, the best sex, he’d ever had. “What is it, cutie?”
“Could we get room service?” She looked up into his eyes. “I was too nervous to eat today.” Her stomach rumbled.
He laughed. “Hell, yeah. We gotta keep up our strength. It’s gonna be a long night.”