Shoulda Been a Cowboy (Rough Riders 7)

“Tighten your lips more. Fuck, that’s good. Goddammit, here it comes.” Lost in sensation, he plunged deep and hissed, “Swallow. Now. All of it. Let your throat muscles work me.” Cam kept his grip on her head as his seed pulsed out and she swallowed every spurt.

As he floated back to sanity, the arousing scent of her body drifted up. His hands fell away. His c**k slipped from her mouth and he sagged into the couch cushions. Sweating. Breathing hard. Totally spent.

But nowhere near done.

Chapter Three

Domini watched pleasure soften the harsh angles of Cam’s face. She’d fantasized about this moment, but fantasies paled in comparison to the reality of being bound and on her knees before this strong, sexy, demanding man.

Surrender created the rush she’d been searching for.

“C’mere.” Cam’s big hands curled around her upper arms and he helped her to her feet. “Lemme touch you.”

Please. Yes. Now. Everywhere.

He settled her high on his lap, a knee on either side of his hips.

His cock, still semi-erect, rested against his abdomen. The heat from his groin tempted her to grind hard into that thick shaft.

“Domini. Look at me.”

Her gaze tracked the line of brass buttons from the bottom of his khaki uniform shirt to his face. His eyes were usually bright blue, but right now, those eyes were dark with lust.

Domini’s heart rate accelerated.

Cam’s hands glided down her arms, behind her back to her wrists. “The cuffs aren’t chafing you?”

Cuffs? What cuffs? Oh. Right. She was handcuffed. How had she forgotten that?

Because you were immersed in a blissful, sexual haze.

“My hands are fine.”

“Good to hear. Although, we seemed to’ve lost our momentum,” Cam murmured. His fingers trailed beneath her bound arms. He spread his hands across her naked back and gently urged her forward.

“Wait. I’m falling.”

“I won’t let you. Trust me.”

He leaned closer, but his lips didn’t seek hers. His mouth zeroed in on her right nipple.

She gasped when his wet tongue flicked the tip. Again and again. She arched and began to rock into him, trying to connect her sex to his.

Cam lifted his mouth long enough to command, “Stay still.”

How was she was supposed to stay still with the soft suction and heat of his hungry mouth? And the rasp of his five o’clock shadow on her flesh?

“You are as perfect everywhere as I imagined.” Cam lightly scraped his teeth over the beaded tip.

“You imagined me…naked?”

He tipped his head back. “All the damn time.”

“Really?”

His eyebrows drew together. Comprehension dawned. “You didn’t honestly believe I wasn’t attracted to you.”

She nodded.

“Why in the hell would you think that?”

Because I redefine insecure. “Because you left after the one time you kissed me and never attempted to touch me again.”

“That wasn’t because I wasn’t attracted to you. That was out of self-preservation.”

“Why? Because you thought I might hurt you?”

“Not even close. But I ain’t exactly in the mood to talk about it.”

“What are you in the mood for?”

Then Cam was kissing her fiercely. One hand held her in place by the back of the neck. His other hand skimmed her torso and his fingers slipped straight between her legs.

Domini canted her hips, allowing him total access to whatever part he desired, giving him everything without having to ask.

Cam stroked her pu**y with soft exploratory touches. He kissed a path to her ear. “You’re wet. Did you get off havin’ my c**k in your mouth?”

“Yes.”

He reconnected their lips as his middle finger swirled in the cream coating the mouth of her sex. He dragged that wet finger up and drew circles around her clit.

Domini’s thighs clenched and she suppressed a moan.

As Cam’s mouth languidly moved over hers, he pushed one finger inside her slick channel, then two. He pumped the digits deep, stretching her delicate tissues, while the base of his thumb continually rubbed against her clit.

She’d never felt such urgency, yet didn’t want the probing touches to end. The heat and fullness of his stroking fingers inflamed her as much as his lazy, seductive kisses.

Cam’s lips broke free and he nuzzled her throat. “Come apart for me, Domini.” More kisses sizzled across her skin as his fingers worked magic inside her. “Tell me what’ll get you there.”

“I-I don’t know. Just…don’t stop. Please.”

“I won’t make you beg for it—” he licked the cords straining in her neck, “—this time. Next time I’d like to string you along and see how long it takes before you unravel.”

His words rushed her to the next level of need. “Cam—”

“I’ll take care of you. Arch back.”

His rhythmic fingers, his sucking kisses, his confidence in seeing to her pleasure, unlocked a place inside her she’d never trusted another man to access. She closed her eyes and let go.

When the first searing ripple started, she tightened her thighs, her interior muscles, her butt cheeks and cried out as the strength of the orgasm sideswiped her.

“Look at me.”

Obeying Cam’s gruff command, she stared into his fiery eyes while her pu**y pulsed around his skillful fingers and saw her satisfaction and lust reflected on his face.

“That’s it, princess. Give it all to me.”

After the last throb faded, Domini wanted to bury her face in the side of his neck. Lick the salt from his skin, familiarizing her senses with his taste, drown in his scent. Memorize every intimate detail about him.

But Cam had other plans. He fumbled for the handcuff key. A soft snick sounded and her arms were freed. The cuffs plopped on the couch cushion and he urged, “Put your hands on my shoulders.”

Domini wished Cam had ditched his shirt, allowing her a chance to explore the sculpted muscles of his chest. But when he widened her knees and pressed his c**k into her cleft, she forgot about everything except the sensation of the hard length of his shaft grinding against her clit. She countered his rocking motion, sliding down as he thrust up, increasing the friction.

Cam plunged two fingers into her pu**y from behind, stroking with unerring accuracy the hot spot inside her vaginal walls that sent heated shivers of need spreading outward.

Panting, mindless, she lost herself to the moment. The smooth, fast glide of his velvety c**k against her swollen sex. His greedy mouth sucking on her throat.