Rope Burn: The Boot Knockers Ranch, Book 5 (5 page)

When she hooked a finger under the cloth and tugged it aside to expose a trim patch of dark hair, he bit off a growl. His jeans couldn’t get tighter. His cock was losing blood flow.

“I bet you’re wet, aren’t you, love? Take everything off. All of it.”

She hesitated a second, then peeled her thong down her full hips. Just as he’d originally thought—hips he could latch on to while he drove deep. After she’d unclasped her bra and stood shaking before him, he felt his smile spread into his eyes, then through the rest of him.

“By the end of the week my voice will be an extension of your body. My words will be a touch on your skin. One touch and one skin.”

Her eyes darkened and she bit her lower lip again, making him look at her hard. He might have pushed too far too fast, but his gut instinct said she could take it.

Tabbart’s body was on fire as she stood under Stowe’s heavy gaze. Each flicker of his eyes was like a stroke to her senses. Judging by the bulge in his jeans, he liked what he saw in her.

Her heart pummeled her ribs and she clenched her hands. “I…I’d like to see you too.”

Damn, he knew how to work that slow, crooked smile. His lips tipped up and cracked enough to give her a glimpse of white teeth. “Since you asked nice, I’ll grant your request.”

She hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath, and released it in a whoosh. Maybe she was beginning to understand this push/pull, give/take with Stowe. She should have researched his lifestyle and preferences before coming to the ranch, but honestly, she’d been a little worried.

He yanked off his shirt and threw it, then started toward her.

Now she was scared.

She backed up until her legs hit the bed. His glorious body rolled as he walked. Tanned muscles moving in ways she didn’t know possible. He used his abs in amazing ways just by walking too.

She quivered, feeling like a rabbit hiding from a wolf.

In the brochure she’d seen a tattoo marking his pec, but hadn’t been able to make out the image. Now she saw it was an inky-black whip curling around the muscle.

“Breathe, love.”

His reminder hit her auditory system and she dragged in a deep breath. At least his masculine scent wasn’t such a shock after being under him and on top of him.

Was she really standing nude in front of this cowboy god? She’d been on the ranch all of half an hour. She was going to wake up and find herself on set, staring into space while she burned the sauce to the bottom of the pan.

She tracked his hands to his fly. When he gripped his buckle and flicked it open, her knees weakened. Add the sprinkle of dark hair on his knuckles, and she had to stiffen her legs to keep from falling over.

He knew what he did to her too, damn him. That wolfish grin spread as he slowly opened his jeans to reveal bare skin.

His hard, veined, bare shaft popped out and waved hello.

She couldn’t swallow past the dry lump in her throat. Excitement and need swirled like a boozy cocktail.

When he bent and removed his boots, she felt the thuds to the marrow of her bones. His jeans hit the floor and he was coming at her, big cock skimming her hip before his hands met her flesh.

He bore her back on the bed and kissed her. Her body crackled with electricity under his. As he wedged a knee between hers and hooked his leg upward against her pussy, she couldn’t stop the cry that burst from her lips.

Juices squeezed from her pulsating folds. She was too wet. He’d think her overeager and silly.

He nuzzled her throat around to her ear. “Push against my leg, love.”

As if her body had a will of its own—and really was connected to his voice already—she arched. Her soaking flesh brushed his muscled leg. Then again.

He took her earlobe between his teeth and worried it back and forth, and he began to move in rhythm with her inept thrusts.

He dragged his leg over her folds. “Take what you want. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Mmm.” She quaked as she pressed down harder, needing more.

Running his hand up to her breast, he kissed her. The instant his strong fingers closed around her straining nipple, she lost her mind. Need balled in her belly. She rubbed and rocked while he kissed and sucked and pinched.

Her motions grew uneven. She made a noise of irritation.

His chest vibrated against hers as he helped her. Jerking his thigh against her pussy just the way she wanted, almost lifting her.

The orgasm pounded her body—hard and fast. She screamed as the waves swept her into a nothingness of ecstasy.

And Stowe.

He never stopped kissing her or forcing her convulsing flesh against his thigh.

When he kissed down her neck to her breasts, locking her hands in his at her sides, she stared at the ceiling and tried to make sense of her rioting emotions.

Coarse beard hair burned a path around each aching breast. A hot tongue lashed her nipples. He sucked each with maddening, hard pulls. Then down to her belly, dragging his rough jaw. She’d bear pink marks from him and somehow wanted more.

He nipped the soft spot below her navel. She grappled with his hands, but he had her firmly pressed down as he opened his mouth over her wet pussy and stole her sanity.

A growl ripped from his chest as he delivered an open-mouthed kiss to what felt like her entire pussy. He wagged his head back and forth, sucking up the essence of her orgasm.

“Look at me,” he rumbled against her folds. Then split her with his long tongue.

Now that she’d seen his mouth moving over her, how could she look away? Passion pumped through her. He speared her with his tongue, fucking her shallowly, then burying his face and stabbing her deep.

Small noises escaped her, which seemed to feed his fires. He lapped her pussy up to her clit. When he suctioned it and flicked the core with the point of his tongue, there was no earthly way for her to be quiet.

Wild need zinged along her nerves. She clenched her fingers under his, aware of one long finger stroking the pad of her thumb. The small connection seemed a volcano about to erupt.

He backed off. Tongued her clit with aching softness.

“Stowe…”

“Master.”

“Please.”

“Please, Master.” He did something with his tongue that jerked her hips off the bed. She felt as if he were consuming her a tiny bite at a time.

When he stopped completely and waited, she stared at him, breathing hard.

“Please, Master,” he repeated.

God, yes. She’d do anything, say anything to get what only he’d ever given her.

“Please, Master,” she whispered. As he plunged his tongue back into her pussy, she cried out. He set his upper lip against her clit and teased it as he fucked her with his tongue.

Looking into his dark, devilish eyes jangled her nerves, but he knew that. He knew exactly what he was doing.

She’d chosen right…so right.

He mouthed her with exquisite slowness. Her release rushed out of nowhere. Blinding lights flashed behind her eyes as she cried out, riding his lips and tongue until her muscles quivered and her voice grew hoarse.

Stowe couldn’t get harder. Hell, he hadn’t been this hard since he was a randy teen back in the Queensland State School. As he stared down at the woman who’d just come apart in his arms—twice—he palmed his cock.

The taste of her on his lips mingled with the echoes of her screams in his ears. God, she was a perfect specimen. Hearing her call him Master had opened a chasm in him. The space was strangely empty, and he wanted to fill it to brimming with her “Masters” before she left the ranch.

Her skin wore a flush along with his markings. She didn’t seem to realize how rough he’d been with her. She’d borne it beautifully.

His palm itched to hold his whip. Would he take her that far during their week together?

Hell, yeah.

In days he’d have her on the cross, begging with her eyes. Giving him utter control over her every whimper.

He angled his cock toward her mouth. Her eyes were glassy, her lips bitten.

“How do you feel, love? Do you need a break?”

She shook her head.

“Do you need to use your safe word?”

Again, she shook her head.

Grasping his cock at the base, he brushed it over her lips. “Can you take me?”

A nod.

Heat climbed from the base of his spine and snapped through his groin. Control. Slow.

His self-reminders centered him and he was able to focus only on his lover. Making this good for her was more important than blowing his wad.

He ran his thumb along her delicate jaw to the corner of her mouth. She turned in to his touch like a needy kitten. When he brushed the head of his cock over her lips from the other side, she moved to take him.

“Easy, love. Nice and slow.” He fed his shaft between her parted lips, biting back a roar. Her submission was more beautiful by the moment. He slipped in another inch. She closed her lips around him, eyes wide, but she never looked away from him.

Triumph mounted in his chest. He slid in farther. She swallowed around him, and he couldn’t stop a groan.

“Open a bit wider. See how far you can take me.”

“Mm.”

“Fuck, that’s gorgeous, love. So beautiful seeing my cock buried in your mouth.” He tested her lip hold by pulling back.

So hot. Wet.

He inched in again, his ab muscles leaping as he held himself back. He couldn’t do this for long. He’d lose it soon.

“Spread your legs for me. I want to see your wet pussy as I slide into your mouth.”

A flush coated her cheeks and she blinked rapidly, but a second later she let her knees fall apart.

“Good. Now rub your nipples. It gives me pleasure to see it. Show me how much you want to please me.”

Her eyes were growing heavy-lidded with every word he uttered. Need was a constant roar in his ears.

With a shift of his hips, he pulled his cock out almost to the tip, then pressed it back in slowly. She moaned, her fingers working her brown nipples, stretching them and filling his mind with visions of gold nipple clamps. Oh yes, he was going to use that set in the velvet box on her.

She moved restlessly again. What she really needed was to ride his cock and feel his hand on her ass.

He withdrew and her eyes cleared. Embarrassment masked her features, but he leaned down and kissed her, long and deep. “Never be embarrassed about what we do together. Did you like sucking my cock?”

“Yes,” she said in a small voice.

“Next time I’ll let you finish me. Now get on your hands and knees.”

Shock passed over her face. He felt her worry flooding in. Before it got too overwhelming, he caught her hand and meshed it to his. Then he raised their joined hands and kissed her fingers.

“Don’t think. Just give yourself. I promise I’ll keep you safe. But there’s always
daisies
.”

She rolled onto her hands and knees.

For a second, he battled the need to come. With her plump ass pointed at him and her wetness beckoning him forward, he barely maintained control. He passed a hand over his face and grabbed a condom. They were stashed all over the bungalows, and if all else failed, he had a wallet full. As he sheathed his erection, he noted how she quivered.

Wrapping his hand around her ponytail, he drew her head up and back. “Arch your neck. Just like this. I want to see your face when I fuck you.”

His gritty words brought a new flush to her skin. He bet she’d never worn such a glow even in a high-end spa overseas. No, only he could give this to her.

His chest expanded with ownership as he gripped her hips and slid home. She cried out and dropped her face, but he eased his hand around her throat and lifted her head. With his thumb over her erratic pulse, he began to move.

Long, slow, purposeful strokes. Showing her who was inside her. Then pounding harder, proving he could. The bed shook and a guttural moan burst from her. His balls slapped her flesh. He burrowed deeper.

As he angled up, catching that spot that would send her over the edge, he cupped her throat, keeping her head back. The total trust she was giving him… God, he couldn’t last another minute.

He wrapped one arm around her middle and drew her up to meet his thrusts. Her pussy clutched him perfectly.

“So tight. I feel you on the edge.” His words were mangled echoes of his usual tones. “I can’t wait…to get…my hands on your round ass.” Having it red and hot when he fucked her—

He threw his head back and roared. Release rocketed up and jets of come pumped from him. She clamped around him a second later, milking him with her own bliss. Passion raged between them, sapping his energy and the last of his orgasm.

Breathing hard, he blanketed her body with his, holding her as if she were fragile china. Several heartbeats later, he was able to pull free of her body, dispose of the condom and turn her into his arms. She plastered against him, and something strange happened in his chest. His heart juddered.

He breathed in her smell and kissed the hairs around her face that had escaped her ponytail. “You did beautifully for your first time.”

A blush was in her voice. “I wasn’t a virgin.”

“You were with me. You took everything I gave you.”

She didn’t speak, but he felt her tension. He reached lazily and found the handcuffs. With as much nonchalance as a stretch, he clipped one around her wrist.

She gasped. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry. We’re just talking.”

“And I need to be handcuffed to talk?”

“To me, yes. For now.” When he locked the other cuff to his own wrist, her eyes flared wide.

Did he have some insane sixth sense? An ability to read her mind? After coming down from the high of her multiple releases, she’d stood on shaky ground.

Her mind had filled with uncertainties about what a woman did after a romp with a sexy stranger like Stowe. She’d never had a one-night stand or been to a sex club.

With two clicks of the handcuffs, he’d grounded her again. She was no longer floating—she wasn’t alone.

As he stroked paths up and down her spine, he pressed an occasional kiss to her skin. Shoulder, earlobe and the corner of her mouth. Whenever he touched her, she was like a trained puppy—she turned to taste him.