Naked Hunger: Naked Cowboys, Book 8 (6 page)

“Don’t move.” His voice was low and thick. “Just—don’t move.”

He yanked his polo shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Sable had to bite her lip to keep from sucking in a breath at the sight of him. There was that hard wall of chest she’d felt, covered with a rich dusting of black curls as dark as the hair on his head. Flat bronze male nipples peeked out at her and made her mouth water. A line of dark hair arrowed down his flat abdomen and disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. As large as he was, there wasn’t an inch of fat anywhere on him. He was as solid as a concrete wall and just as massive.

Yet she felt no fear of his size. She instinctively knew he would be careful with her. With everything.

He got his boots and his socks off, tossing them to the side too, but he left his jeans in place.

She drank in every male inch of him, every powerful muscle, every sculptured part of his body. Then she frowned. “Aren’t you forgetting to take something off?”

“No. If I take them off now, this whole thing will be over in five minutes. I have things I want to do first.” He took a step closer to her again. “With you.” He took another step. “To you.”

Then he was right there, pressing her body to his, raking his fingers through her hair and molding them to her skull, holding her head in place. He brushed his lips lightly over hers in a gentle motion before sliding his tongue back and forth over the surface. Gentle. Soft. Teasing. But it made her pulse in all her hot places. She grasped his wrists to steady herself, to keep her balance as he traced every inch of her lips. When he probed at the seam with the tip of his tongue, she opened for him readily, eagerly.

God, his tongue was hot, so searing it ignited every nerve in her mouth. He plunged it deeply, retreated, plunged again, searching and exploring. She gripped his wrists harder as their tongues indulged in an erotic tango, twisting and turning and licking until she was so weak in the knees she could barely stand. When he lifted his head, it was all she could do not to collapse.

Ryan picked her up again, raked back the covers on the bed and placed her on the sheets as gently as if she were made of china. The slight trembling of his arms told her exactly how much restraint he was using. When he had her arranged the way he wanted, pillows beneath her head, legs bent at the knees and wide apart, feet planted on the mattress, he knelt between her thighs.

He took in every inch of her body, his gaze like a hot caress everywhere. He brought his mouth to her nipples again, this time sucking long and hard on them, even nipping them with his teeth. She arched up to him, welcoming the sharp nip of pain that sent a spear of electricity straight to her pussy. He soothed them with his tongue, first one and then the other before trailing the tip of his tongue between her breasts. When he reached her navel, he took his time tracing the curl of flesh in the indentation, exploring lightly before moving lower, lower, lower.

When he grabbed the lace edging on her barely there panties and tugged on it, she moaned with anticipation. Faster, she wanted to shout, as he eased them down, exposing her mound.

“Jesus, Sable.” His breath was a soft warm breeze against her flesh. “Waxed. With just those two mouthwatering strips of curls marching down your pussy lips, I know I’ll dream of this every night and probably wake up with my hand wrapped around my dick.”

A little laugh with a slight hysterical edge to it burst from her throat. “Glad I could provide incentive for your dreams.”

“You have no idea.”

She clenched her fists at her sides, digging her fingernails into her palms as she waited breathlessly for him to do
more.
She didn’t have long to wait. He grasped the edges of her panties, dragged them down her legs, tossed them to the side and spread her knees wide again.

“Jesus!” he said on an exhale, his voice rough and raspy. “You have the most gorgeous cunt I’ve ever seen.”

As if to punctuate his words, he trailed his tongue the length of her slit and back again, humming his appreciation. Using the flat of his tongue, he lapped her wet flesh over and over again, setting every nerve to vibrating.

“More.” She whimpered the word, signaling her need with her body.

But he seemed determined to take his own sweet time, tracing every inch of the soaked flesh of her pussy and teasing the hot bundle of her clit. When he closed his teeth around the sensitive nub and teased it, need rose up from within her hot and hungry.

“More,” she begged again. “Please.”

His rough laughter rumbled against her overstimulated body. “In a hurry, are you? Let’s see if I can take that edge off a little.”

He thrust two fingers into her soaked channel and her walls instantly closed down on them. When he curled them slightly and dragged them towards him, the tips scraped across her sweet spot and she nearly levitated off the bed. Then he did it again and again. And oh God, when he slid a third finger in with the other two and sucked hard on her clit again, that was all it took to trigger her release. It exploded from deep in her body, her sex clenching and spasming.

Ryan pumped his fingers in and out, all the while continuing to torment her clit as her hips jerked and her body shook. It was over way too soon, leaving her panting and only partially fulfilled. He lifted his head, his lips glistening with her juices and curved in a self-satisfied smile.

“You sure taste damn good, Sable. Damn fucking good.”

She gave a half laugh. “Thank you.” She looked down the length of her body to his very sexy face. “But you know, I want to taste you too.”

He shook his head. “Not this time. You’ve got me so fucking hot, if you put your mouth on my dick, I’d blow in about two seconds.” The lust in his eyes burned hotter and brighter. “We’re going to do this again, and that’s not even a question. Believe me, one of the first things on the agenda will be for you to suck me hard so I come in your mouth.”

His words were like an aphrodisiac to her, igniting the still unsatisfied hunger deep inside her.

“I want to do that.” Her words came out as barely a whisper.

“Right now, I have other plans.”

He trailed kisses down the inside of one thigh and up the other, finishing with an open-mouthed kiss on her pussy lips and a nip at her clitoris. Then he pushed himself off the bed and unzipped his jeans, shoving both them and his gray knit boxers off together. Sable couldn’t swallow the gasp that escaped her mouth.

Holy shit!

She was sure they’d invented the word
magnificent
for his cock. It rose proud and thick and ready from a tight nest of black curls, the head a dark plum color. Big. That was another word that came to her mind. Okay, maybe enormous would be better. The sac with his balls rested heavily against his thighs. Everything was, of course, exactly in proportion to his body, and that was more massive than any man she’d ever been with. But neither the size of his body nor his shaft frightened her. Instead, excitement sizzled through her, and the appetite for him that had been slaked a bit roared right back full force.

His mouth ticked up in that devilish grin again when he caught the look on her face. He wrapped his fingers around the thick column of flesh and slid his fingers up and down just once in a teasing gesture. She couldn’t take her gaze off him and her tongue peeped out to wet her lips as she stared at the sight. She wondered if all of that would actually fit inside her.

“You can take it,” he said, as if reading her mind. “I promise. I got you nice and wet and relaxed.” His face sobered. “And I won’t hurt you, Sable. I’ll go nice and slow, so you enjoy every single minute of it.”

“I know you will.” And she did, even before he’d said anything.

She followed his movements as he grabbed a condom from his nightstand drawer—so much for wondering if he’d brought other women here—ripped open the foil and rolled the latex on with an expert motion.

“I needed to do this before I totally lost my mind with you and forgot.” He climbed back up between her legs. “And I know that’s exactly what’s going to happen the minute the head of my dick touches your very delicious and tempting cunt.”

She loved the raw language he used. She’d thought it wasn’t possible for her to be any more aroused than she was, but his words fed the fire growing inside, driving it hotter and deeper.

Sable thought he’d probably get right to it after he’d spent all that time already driving her crazy with his fingers and his mouth. But she was wrong. Dead wrong. He started in on her breasts again, kneading them as he leaned over her, plucking them with thumb and forefinger before drawing them one at a time into his hungry mouth. Immediately, the walls of her sex contracted in hungry need. She
needed
him to just plunge right into her, but as before, he was determined to draw this out as long as possible, tease her until she went mad with wanting him.

Braceleting her wrists with his fingers, he arranged her arms over her head, leaving her virtually helpless, his big body caging her. But instead of trying to tug herself free, she reveled in it, in the pseudo feeling of helplessness, captive to a man intent on ravishing her.

He trailed little kisses along the line of her jaw, down her neck, behind her ear where he stopped to nip the soft flesh of her earlobe. He covered the hollow of her throat where she knew her pulse was beating like a wild thing, sucking it into his mouth and then soothing it with his tongue. Then along her shoulder, he gave teasing little pecks that woke up every single one of her nerves, at least the ones not already blazing beneath her skin.

Sable arched her body up to him, silently urging him to touch more, do more. She tried to twist herself beneath him, push up against him, but he moved his mouth down her body instead. His long arms held her arms in place while he licked and kissed every bit of her skin from her throat to her navel. When she was ready to scream at him to get on with it, he rested between her legs, his cock against the raised curve of her mound, put his mouth next to her ear and told her in great detail every single thing he wanted to do to her. With her.

His words were like actual strokes to her body, stoking the need rising within her. She wanted him inside her.
Now
.

“I think you’re ready for me now.” His low, erotic words rumbled through her. “I’m for damn sure ready for you.”

He released her wrists and trailed his long fingers down her body. Placing his big hands beneath the cheeks of her buttocks, he lifted her and pressed the head of his cock against her opening.

“Look at me, Sable.” His voice was hot and demanding.

She locked gazes with him, caught the intense need that flared in his eyes. “I am,” she whispered.

“Keep looking at me. Just like that. Just. Like. That.” He punctuated each word with a thrust of his body, and before she could even realize it, he was lodged deep inside her.

God. He was so long and thick he filled every inch of her, taking her breath away. She had to lower her lids for a moment to give herself space to breathe.

“Look at me,” he repeated.

She brought her gaze back to his. She was so turned on she thought she might actually climax without any more foreplay or movement. Apparently, Ryan had reached the limit of his own endurance too.

“Wrap those sweet legs around me, darlin’. Then hang on tight, because I’m about to take you on the ride of your life.”

Holding her firmly in place, he withdrew until only the tip of his cock was lodged inside her, the thickness of him dragging against her walls as he did so. The friction was sweet torture, driving her higher and higher. Then, with one fast motion, he drove into her again. Then out. Then in. He filled her so completely, so tightly, that each thrust and retreat fired her nerves and dragged at her sweet spot. Her climax was building, slowly and steadily, her body trembling with the anticipation of it. As the tempo increased, so did the swell of need inside her.

And then…there it was. An explosion so cataclysmic it took her completely outside of herself. She clung to Ryan in desperation, digging her heels into the small of his back as her entire body shook and shudders rippled through her, each one more intense than the others. The walls of her pussy vibrated around his massive cock as it pulsated inside her wet heat. Everything around her disappeared except this man, this instant and this mind-blowing orgasm that tossed her around like a tornado.

Sable was so lost in the erotic grip of it she had no sense of anything else. Not time, not place, not anything. Just the spasms shaking her body and the throb of this man inside her. Vaguely, she heard someone screaming and wondered if it was her, but her brain cells deserted her. At last—at last—the shudders slowed, subsided, and eventually the aftershocks faded away. She lay there panting, trying to pull together the fraying edges of her brain, which seemed to have taken a long vacation.

When she finally managed to pull in a full breath, she became aware of the fact that Ryan was holding his weight on his forearms so as not to crush her. She opened her eyes and looked into those wicked blue ones, so close she could see that there
were
tiny flecks of gold in those magnificent irises. The corners of his mouth ticked up in a sensuous, satisfied grin, and he brushed his lips briefly over hers.

“You okay?” he asked.

A puff of slightly hysterical laughter escaped her mouth. “Pretty satisfied with yourself, aren’t you?”

He kissed her again, another quick touch of lips to lips. “I’d say both of us are pretty damn satisfied, wouldn’t you?”

She threaded her fingers through his hair, slightly damp from his exertion. “I’d be lying if I said no.”

His face sobered and he studied her intently. “I said before that I understand you don’t feel you can get into anything deep right now. And I meant it. But that doesn’t mean we can’t continue to enjoy each other.”

She quirked an eyebrow. “Friends with benefits?” Her earlier thoughts echoed in her head.

“Maybe.” His gaze was so penetrating she was sure he could see clear into her soul. “But like I said before, only if the friends thing is for real.”