Hillbilly Rockstar (Blacktop Cowboys 6)

“You’ve been in here an hour longer than you usually are. I came to see if everything was all right.”

“Just resting my eyes and wishing I could take you to my favorite Italian joint in this town. Great atmosphere. Best pizza outside of New York City.”

“Sounds like fun. The only good part about us not going is no extra calories for us to work off tomorrow morning.”

Devin rolled on top of her. “How about we work off some preshow calories now?” He nuzzled her neck. Her scent filled his lungs and blood filled his cock. “Unbutton your blouse, baby. I wanna suck on you.”

“You know the drill. If my chest is bare, yours is too.”

Pushing to his knees, he ditched his shirt. Then he thought, What the hell? and got completely naked.

Liberty’s upper half was bare. Bare and beautiful.

He dragged a fingertip between her br**sts, over her navel, stopping at the waistband of her pants. “You still have your period?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Will it bother you if we mess around?”

“No, just as long as you don’t shove your hand down my pants.” She reached for his c**k and smirked. “Why don’t you let me take care of that for you. You want my hand or my mouth?”

Devin crawled up her body and kissed her. The second their lips touched, his hunger for her was all consuming.

As she arched into him, her hand worked his c**k exactly the way he liked it.

He broke the kiss and followed her jawline to her ear. “I don’t want your hands or your mouth.” He traced her earlobe with his tongue and tugged with his teeth. “I want to f**k your tits.”

“I wondered when you’d get around to that, self-admitted tit-loving man that you are.”

God, he loved her. She was always up for anything. Even after almost four months together, he found it a total f**king turn-on to be with a woman who embraced her sexuality without apology.

Devin scooted down, dislodging her hand from his cock. “What about me usin’ your vibrator on you? Buzzing that sweet little clit right through your pants?”

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to.” He nuzzled the top of her left breast. “I love getting you off. So where’s your vibrator?”

“In the drawer where I left it last time we used it. Next to the lube.”

“That’ll come in handy.” After he found what he needed, he said, “Touch yourself. Get your ni**les nice and hard.”

Liberty trailed her fingers up her belly and over her slim torso. She pushed the globes of flesh together. Squeezing and caressing as she worked her fingers ever closer to her ni**les.

Devin stroked his c**k as he watched her.

She rubbed the tips with the palms of her hands before sweeping her thumbs around the aureolae until her ni**les constricted. Then she pinched the rigid points with such force that she cried out.

He was right there, enclosing the abused tip in the wet, suctioning heat of his mouth. He sucked until she writhed. Then he kissed her other breast, teasing it with soft caresses. Scraping his stubbled chin across the wetness he created. Using his hands and his mouth to nip and soothe. Burying his face in her softness like he planned to bury his cock.

“Devin.”

“Say my name like that again,” he demanded as he palmed the battery-operated wand.

“Devin, baby.”

“I love that husky sex-voice of yours.” He turned the vibrator on and set it at the top of her pubic bone, while he kept his mouth moving between her ni**les.

“Slide it down,” she panted.

“Here?”

“No. More to the . . .”

Taking her hand, he curled it around the vibrator. “You do it and I’ll watch.”

Liberty pushed the flared tip of the vibrator right where she wanted it and held it there.

He fisted his cock, keeping a tight grip as he stroked. Knowing by the soft sounds she made that her orgasm was close.

“Yes.” She canted her hips up and arched her neck, beautiful in her abandonment. Half a minute later, she sank into the mattress and opened her eyes. “That never takes long.”

“Still fun to watch.”

She tossed the vibrator aside and licked her lips. “I want you in my mouth before you f**k these.” She pushed her tits together.

Devin straddled her, tucking his knees beside her ribs. Holding on to the headboard, he lowered his hips until they were level with her face. He painted her lips with the fat cockhead, knowing she wouldn’t taste him until he gave her the go-ahead. Her rapid exhalations on the wet tip were such sweet torture. He ran his knuckles down the side of her face and murmured, “Lick me.”

She swirled her tongue around and around the rim. Stopping to rub the sweet spot beneath the head with the stiffened tip of her tongue.

“Open these pretty lips and relax your jaw.” He eased in a little at a time, his breath hissing out as the wet heat of her mouth engulfed almost every inch of his shaft. He pushed in the last two inches until he felt her teeth digging into the base of his cock. Stroking the hollows of her cheeks, he gritted out, “Swallow.”

Her throat muscles shifted, giving the head of his c**k an intimate kiss.

“Jesus, that’s good. One more time.” After her throat muscles contracted again, he withdrew slowly, enjoying every second of the extra suction as he pulled out. His grip tightened on the headboard and he rested the rim of his c**k on her lower lip. He watched those beautiful pale eyes, glittering with lust, as she opened her mouth for him again. “So tempting just to f**k this greedy mouth and forget those luscious tits.” Then he was balls deep in her mouth and he groaned. “Especially when it feels like this. Swallow. Harder. Fuck. Yes. Like that.”