Rough Rider Page 7

  He gazed back up at her with a smug grin. “That was just a sample, darlin’. Wanna let me peel those shorts off now?”

  * * *

  She was hot and wet and willing, but too tense and too tight. Not ready. But oral was one thing Dirk prided himself on—and it was no chore to do it.

  He didn’t wait for her answer but braced her hands on his shoulders and then dragged her shorts down over her hips and those sleek mile-long legs. Her musky perfume surrounded him, filled him. He pulled a deep breath inward, wishing to inhale her into his lungs. Holy shit! The essence of an aroused woman always made his cock swell and his balls ache. He wished he could bottle it.

  The second she stepped out of the shorts, he dove in, sweeping through her slickened folds with long hungry swipes of his tongue. Hands on her hips, he feasted on her, stoking, probing, licking, swirling, drinking her juices, and fucking her with his tongue until he was nearly out of his mind with lust.

  She whimpered and writhed, clawing his scalp and pulling his hair. Hell, she was almost there. He applied his mouth to her clit, circling and sucking the swollen nub until her knees buckled and her body convulsed in a climax against his mouth. Holding her upright, Dirk nuzzled and kissed her belly until she came back to earth.

  “Good for you, Red?” he asked with a self-satisfied smirk.

  “What did you do? I never—” She gazed back at him, looking flushed. Bewildered. Beautiful.

  He’d never thought of Janice that way before, but shit yeah. She was hot as hell right now. He rose and kissed her again. Slow. Deep. Using his tongue to restoke the fire. She melted into him all soft, warm, wet woman. His need for relief was approaching desperation. She was as ready as she was gonna get and he was miles past ready.

  He scanned the cramped quarters. His gaze shot up to the mattress in the gooseneck. Even if he could make the climb there’d be no room at all to maneuver up there. He sure as hell didn’t need to smack his head again tonight.

  Shit.

  There wasn’t even a chair, just a tiny table with a built in bench seat. She said it flipped down into a cot but it was way too narrow. He regarded the table skeptically. He doubted it would hold any weight. He didn’t want to shove her up against the door. He’d waited too friggin’ long to do it quick and dirty like that. Not the first time anyway. It just seemed fundamentally…wrong. He wanted to savor the experience of feeling himself finally wrapped in a hot wet pussy—as long as he was gonna be able to savor it anyway. As excited as he was, he doubted he’d last very long once he was snugly gloved inside her hot, sweet flesh.

  His frustration rising, he clawed a hand through his hair. It wasn’t what he’d really wanted but he guessed her mouth would have to do—not that he didn’t love a blow job. Hell, what man didn’t?

  “Any chance you wanna return the favor?”

  She glanced down at his crotch where his prick strained rigid as rebar against his shorts. Uncertainty flickered in her eyes. “You mean…”

  His breathing suspended. Was she unwilling? Shit! He hadn’t even considered that possibility. “I won’t come in your mouth, Janice. I swear it.” He was almost pleading but if she agreed to blow him, he’d hold back his release if it fucking killed him.

  “It’s not that. It’s just…I don’t…I haven’t ever…” She shook her head with an embarrassed look.

  “You’ve never done that either?”

  “No, Dirk. I haven’t had much experience. With all the work, I’ve never had time for dating.”

  He held back a chuckle. “Giving a guy a BJ is hardly dating, Red.”

  “Don’t tease me,” she snapped. “I already feel inadequate enough.”

  Inadequate? He could hardly wrap his mind around that one. He stroked his thumb over her lips. “I assure you, sweetheart, you are more than adequate.”

  Her gaze softened. “I don’t know what to do…what you like.”

  “If you just wrap those pretty lips around me I promise I’ll like it just fine.”

  She still looked tentative. Unsure. “Will you tell me if I do it wrong?”

  He was throbbing for release and all this talking about it only made his balls ache worse, but he knew he had to be patient. “You can wipe that thought out of your mind, sweetheart. There’s no right or wrong—only what feels good.”

  “Then you’ll tell me what feels good?” she asked.

  “Yeah, Red. If that’s what you want. You can start like this.”

  He brought her hand down between them, wrapping her fingers around him. His cock twitched in her hand. Her gaze widened. He closed his hand firmly over hers and moved it up and down. She followed his lead, stroking him awkwardly at first, until she found a rhythm.

  “That’s it. Just keep it right along these lines,” he coaxed her low and husky.

  Ignoring the sting of his split lip, he crushed his mouth to hers, kissing, nipping at her lips, then sucking her tongue into his mouth. She reciprocated eagerly, throwing herself hungrily into the kiss, as she continued to pump him. Their moans mingled. His need grew more urgent.

  As if reading his mind, she broke from his mouth to work her way down his body. Touching, licking, kissing his neck and torso, tonguing and then sucking his nipples, she incited surges of sensation deep in his groin. He backed up to the table, giving her more room.

  She hit her knees, her breath fanning hot and moist against his belly. She gazed up at him shyly, wetting her lips. His pulse accelerated. His body tensed…his cock throbbed for release.

  She drew his boxers down.

  He exhaled the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

  He sprang free into her hand.

  He shut his eyes and began slowly counting, tamping down the urge to thrust himself into her mouth. Much like working a skittish colt, he had to let her figure it out for herself. It wasn’t long…maybe only twenty seconds or so before he felt the first smooth brush of her lips over the head of his prick. She followed with the first velvety swipe of her tongue that sent a ripple of sensation deep into his balls. “Jesus. That’s good, Red. Just like that.”

  She responded to his encouragement with longer licks over the head of his glans, and then down his shaft. Coming back up again with wicked little flicks and darts of her tongue, then slowly circling the corona. She was a quick study, his shy little Janice. He palmed her head with a moan. “You’re killing me, sweetheart,” he groaned. “Take me in,” he urged. “I need to feel your lips wrapped around me.” He thought he’d lose his mind if she didn’t do it soon.

  She opened her mouth and shut her eyes, using one hand to guide him over her velvety tongue and into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. His head reeled with sensation. He tangled both hands in her hair with a guttural sound, fighting back the urge to thrust. Instead, he gently rocked his hips. Taking his cue, she drew him further, deeper into her wet heat, then slowly released with a steady, mind-blowing suction. Her hands roamed over his abs and hips to rest on his buttocks, squeezing his ass as she worked him with her mouth.

  “That’s good, sweetheart,” he groaned. “Really good. Take me all the way.” He sychronized her movements with shallow thrusts and lost himself in deep, drugging pleasure.

  * * *

  Dirk’s eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth slightly parted and his head thrown back. She was enthralled by the look of intense concentration on his face, the ragged rise and fall of his chest, his heavy breaths filling the air. She was almost dizzy with disbelief that she could affect him this way.

  She’d heard plenty of talk about blow jobs, mostly filthy stuff from cowboys who’d either forgotten she was around, or maybe had just forgotten she was female. She’d known it was at the top of every guy’s list, but the idea of some guy sticking his dick in her mouth had always seemed repulsive—until now.

  She’d never considered how different it could be with s
omeone she cared about. Rather than aversion, she was deeply aroused—more turned on than she’d ever been in her life. She loved the silky sensation of his hot flesh between her lips, the salty tang of him on her tongue, his hard ass flexing beneath her hands. She was becoming drunk on his pleasure. In this moment, she understood. This was about giving him the same kind of devastating, earthshaking pleasure he’d given her. He’d put his needs aside to rock her world and now she wanted to blow his off its axis.

  She gently fondled his sac, felt it tighten beneath her touch, drawing up close to his body. She knew even before he spoke that he was closing in fast on the point of no return.

  “You gotta stop now.” His jaw was clenched, his voice tight. “I’m about to blow like Old Faithful.”

  He withdrew from her mouth with a guttural sound. Janice watched in dismay as he fisted himself to finish. She didn’t want it to end like this. It felt too much like rejection. She’d already made the decision to give herself to him and ached to have him inside her. Body joined to body. Filling her.

  She rested her hand on his. “Please, Dirk. Not like that. Can’t we still…” She rose and backed up to the table and hoisted herself on top of it. It was too small to lie on…and shaky…and hard as hell under her ass, but Janice didn’t care about any of that.

  He gave it a dubious look. “I’d like nothing better than to oblige you, but I’m not too sure about that table.”

  “Please. I want to feel you inside me. Just this once.”

  “Hell, since you asked so sweet…” He grinned. “Gimme just a minute.” He turned away to root through their discarded heap of clothes for his jeans, fishing a foil packet out of his wallet. “Been there so long the damn thing’s probably expired,” he mumbled, then tore it open with his teeth. He came back to her, nudging her knees apart and stepping between her thighs, his coarse hair abraded her skin. Her legs trembled uncontrollably.

  “You seem a bit jittery there, Red.”

  “Only a little,” she answered with a tremulous laugh.

  His blue eyes met hers once more searching. “You having second thoughts? Do you really want this?” He gestured between them. “You…me?”

  She bit her lip, but her gaze never wavered from his. “Yes,” she whispered back through swollen lips.

  He held out the condom. “You wanna do the honors?”

  “No.” She shook her head briskly. “You go ahead this time.”

  This time? She’d spoken as if this was actually the beginning of something, when she knew deep down it wasn’t. Not that it mattered. She didn’t care if it was only once. Only tonight. In this moment it was warm. It was real. Dirk wanted her and she’d never wanted anyone else.

  He gloved himself.

  She propped back on her elbows, a position that allowed her to watch. And she wanted to watch. This was her rite of passage to full-fledged womanhood and she wanted to savor it with all of her senses.

  He positioned himself between her legs and wrapped hers around his flanks. He probed her entrance. She tensed and inhaled a gasp, then bit her lips, hoping he hadn’t noticed.

  But he had.

  He froze. Withdrawing far enough to meet her gaze, he voiced the dreaded question. “You haven’t done this before?”

  She had to look away. “Well, no. I told you I didn’t have much experience.”

  “Shit, Red! Not much experience? That statement was a tad misleading, don’t you think? I expected you were green, but now you tell me you’ve never even been backed?”

  “Nope. But it’s OK,” she blurted. “I really want this. I’m twenty-one. Isn’t it past time?”

  He stepped back with a groan. “Look, Red. Age has nothing to do with it. If that’s your motivation, we’re doing this for all the wrong reasons.”

  “No!” she protested. “That’s not what I meant.”

  He scrubbed a hand over his jaw. “I don’t know what you want from me, but what I want is the truth. Why tonight? Why me?”

  She swallowed hard, but the lump in her throat didn’t budge. It was indeed the moment of truth. “B-because I want you,” she whispered. “I wanted you the minute you showed your face at my door. Nope, scratch that. I’ve wanted you ever since the day I saw you on the high school rodeo team, only I was too young even to understand what it was I wanted. But now I do. Understand. And I’m not sixteen anymore.”

  His brows came together and his mouth hardened. “I don’t get it. Why me?”

  “I don’t know. You’re just different from the others. I knew it would be better with you than with anyone else.”

  He shook his head slowly. “I sure don’t know what to make of that.”

  “What about you?” she asked. “Why did you come here tonight? There must have been someone else you could have called.”

  “I don’t know,” he said. “It’s been a shitty night. I was feelin’ pretty low. I just started walkin’ and then I found myself here… Maybe I was hoping I’d be welcome at your door.”

  “Maybe you were right… So where does that leave us?”

  “I don’t know, Red. This is new territory.”

  “Have you changed your mind because I don’t know what I’m doing?” she asked.

  “Hell, no. That’s not it. It’s just you and me. I didn’t expect this.”

  “Neither did I…but that doesn’t mean I didn’t hope for the right time…the right one.”

  “And you think that’s me?”

  “Yeah.” She nodded. “I know it is. I’ve always wanted it to be you. Now I’ve told you everything.” With her heart in her throat she gazed up into his face. His expression was harsh and unreadable. She swallowed hard and whispered, “Do you still want to? Want me?”

  He stepped into her, murmuring only inches from her mouth, “If we just take this nice and slow, I think we’ll figure it out.” Cupping her nape, he kissed her again. Long and deep, his tongue tangling with hers, sending ripples low into her belly. He withdrew from the kiss and brought his fingers to her lips. “Open. Get me wet.”

  She sucked his fingers into her mouth. When she released him, he urged her legs farther apart and slid his hand up her thigh. “Shut your eyes,” he commanded.

  She closed her lids on a shudder of pleasure, basking in the sensation of his mouth on her breasts and his wet fingers circling her entrance. He probed inside her. “That hurt?”

  “No. It feels…good.” She shifted her hips, urging him deeper.

  He added another finger and moved it inside, sliding in and out with ease. The hair of his thighs abraded her as he positioned himself once more between her thighs. “Open up. Wider.” He urged her legs apart. “Try to relax now. I promise I’ll go slow.”

  Janice willed her body to relax and her passage to open. Dirk hovered over her, his brows contracted, his face drawn taut as he penetrated her in a slow and steady push that simultaneously stretched and filled her.

  The pressure continued, as he advanced inch by inch until he was seated with his sex pulsing, hot and hard, deep inside hers. There was a little discomfort but not the pain she’d expected. For long seconds, they remained perfectly still, the silence filled only with her own heartbeat.

  “You OK?” Dirk asked at last. He wore a look of fierce concentration. Veins stood out in his neck and arms, and sweat beaded his brow.

  She released the breath she’d been holding. “Yes.” She’d barely voiced her reply when he began moving inside her. “Sweet heaven,” she moaned. It was surreal. It was sublime. Her inner muscles clenched and contracted around him. She angled her hips to take him deeper.

  He exhaled a hiss. “Sweetheart, if you do that again, I’m not gonna last thirty seconds.”

  She grinned up at him. “But I thought cowboys only went for eight anyway.”

  His body suddenly trembled, shaking the rickety table beneath her. It was a
moment before she realized the tremors and low rumble was laughter. She joined in the tension-breaking burst of mirth until tears streamed both down their cheeks. They were still tightly joined when Dirk wiped a hand across his eyes.

  “Maybe I can do better than that if I try real hard.”

  “You think so?” she challenged.

  “I think it’ll all depend on how badly you wanna buck me off.”

  “Maybe I don’t wanna buck you off, cowboy.” Janice dug her heels into his flanks urging him deeper. When he moved again inside her, all humor died away, supplanted by sensations that stole her breath. “Please. Don’t stop. I don’t want this to end,” she whispered.

  Ever remained unspoken.

  * * *

  Janice never closed her eyes all night, too afraid to wake up and find him gone. Instead, she lay beside him on the mattress in the gooseneck, under the faint glow of her night-light, simply watching him sleep. She’d never had an opportunity to study him at such close quarters before, and, damn, if he wasn’t worth the study—even bruised and busted up as he was. Her gaze shifted to his face, both manly and boyish with thick lashes casting shadows above his chiseled and bruised cheekbones. His mouth was slightly parted and he snored softly. His nose was probably broken, but she suspected that would only add to his appeal—not that he needed any help in that department. He was already devastating as far as she was concerned.

  He’d flung the covers aside and lay sprawled on his back, arms outstretched, taking up most of the space on the mattress—not that she minded. Janice sidled up snugly against him, her shoulder set in the hollow of his shoulder, her head resting on his chest where she lay hypnotized by the slow and steady drumbeat of his heart. She’d never felt so warm, comfortable, and safe as she did with Dirk. He was everything she’d wanted—everything she’d dreamed of. He’d been patient and tender, making her first time a memory she’d cling to forever, and now she wondered if any other man would ever measure up.

  It wasn’t just a physical attraction, but what she’d seen on the inside too. Dirk was strong, self-assured, and confident in his own skin—a man who took life by the horns. He was also honest and forthright and caring to those he loved. She couldn’t fathom how Rachel could have been so mistaken to think she could manipulate him. He wasn’t the type to put up with those kinds of games. Maybe she’d succeeded for a while…and maybe he’d go back to her…for a while…but she’d never be able to keep him—not like that.