Raising Kane (Rough Riders 9)
Beautiful. Bright red curls covered her mound. Kane was just so damn eager he skipped the buildup.
No teasing touches. No teasing remarks on the sexy freckles scattered across her curvy, muscular thighs.
Keeping his grip on the inside of her legs, Kane pressed a kiss to the top of her pubic bone. Then he dragged his tongue through the cleft to the source of that deliciously spicy scent.
Warm. Sticky. Sweet.
Kane closed his eyes and devoured her pu**y. He lapped at the cream gathered at the opening to her body, alternating long sensual strokes with short jabs. Wiggling his tongue deep, retreating to wrap his lips around her clit. But Kane only sucked that nub one time and returned his oral worship to the mouth of her sex. Licking her. Exploring every hidden fold of her soft, wet cunt. Swallowing her honey like ambrosia.
Her whimpers increased. Her legs shook.
And still he didn’t relent or change his pace.
“Kane. Please. I’m about to crawl out of my skin. My shoulder is throbbing and I didn’t take pain meds because I wanted to be fully conscious for when you came to me tonight.”
“Such a convincin’ argument, counselor. I’ll let you play the injury card this time.” He blew across her engorged pu**y and she whimpered. “But next time? Fair warning. I ain’t gonna stop kissin’ my fill of your sweet spot until I’ve had enough. Not even if you beg.”
He lifted up, so their eyes met over the plane of her body. “Watch me.” He lowered his head, rubbing his cheeks, his jawline and his lips into those tight red curls, coating his facial hair with her juices. “I love the way you smell almost as much as I love the way you taste.” He slid his thumbs up through the wetness and pulled back the supple skin hiding that pleasure pearl.
Her belly rippled with anticipation.
Kane nimbly flicked his tongue across the nub, not too hard, or too fast, just a consistent pressure.
“Yes. Yes. Don’t stop.”
When her pelvis arched, his lips enclosed her clit and he sucked, matching the rhythm of her pounding pulse.
Sexy whimpers surrounded him as she came, hard, fast, wet, and then she was done.
After gifting her pu**y with one last soft-lipped kiss, Kane pushed up, placing his hands by her head.
Ginger’s generous mouth curved into a lopsided smile. She reached her arm above her head, stretching like a contented feline. “Wow.”
“How’s the throbbing shoulder?”
Another satisfied sigh escaped. “Completely forgot all about it.”
Kane pressed his mouth to hers, sharing her taste. He wanted to kick off his pants. Feel the tight clasp of her cunt around his c**k as he sank into her over and over. But Ginger wasn’t up for sex, especially not the raw, urgent f**king he had in mind. After several easy, lingering smooches, he forced himself to retreat.
“You need a more comfortable shirt to sleep in.”
She blinked at him with complete confusion. “But. You haven’t… We could… I want to, I mean…”
“As much as I love hearin’ how flustered my kisses make you, Red, the truth is, you’re injured. I probably already took advantage of you.” He grabbed her pants and motioned for her to raise her hips.
Her eyes narrowed, but she let him shimmy the yoga pants up her legs. “Your mouth sucking on my tits until I came and then that same hot mouth sucking on my pu**y until I came? I fail to see how that’s you taking advantage of me, when you didn’t come at all.”
Whoa. Kane hadn’t expected such coarse, common words from the woman with the gigantic vocabulary.
“Shocking, isn’t it? How I prefer dirty-talking to sweet-talking?”
“Maybe some.”
“I can see how hard you are. I could give you a hand job? Shoot. I’m probably not very good with my left hand.”
“Neither am I.”
She laughed softly. “How about if I whisper dirty nothings in your ear while you jack off?”
His dick actually jumped at that sexy visual. “Another time. What shirt you wanna wear?”
“There’s a black tank top on the hamper.”
He snagged it and sat on the edge of the bed. “Up you go.” He unhooked the sling. The shirt came off first, then the bra. Before he covered her with the tank top, he drew a circle around each of her ni**les, watching as they puckered into stiff points. He couldn’t resist granting each one an openmouthed kiss.
“You are a tit guy, aren’t you?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“I’ve never gotten off just from a man sucking on my tits. I’ve been close a couple of times, but they’ve always stopped too soon. Too eager to get to the good stuff, I guess.”
“These babies are the good stuff.” Kane cupped the globes in his hands and rubbed his goatee across the tips. “I’ve got plans for these beauties.”
“Like?” Ginger prompted.
Kane locked his gaze go hers. “Like watchin’ them bounce as you’re ridin’ me. Holdin’ onto them as you f**k me reverse cowgirl. Slidin’ my dick in here until I’m ready to explode—” he dragged his index finger through the center of her cle**age, “—and then comin’ all over your chest, seein’ how those freckles look covered in my seed.”
She swallowed hard.
“Shockin’, ain’t it?” he teased. “How I prefer down and dirty sex to sweet, sweet love making?”
“Not shocking at all, Kane. Just hot as hell. I can’t wait to prove to you that I like it as down and dirty as you do.”
“Always full of surprises, counselor. But tonight, you’re done in.”
Ginger ran her fingers up the length of his fully erect c**k and circled her hand around it. “Am I?”
Kane placed his hand over hers, squeezed once and removed her hand from his dick. “Yes.”
“What are you going to do now?”
“Sneak into the bathroom and whack off. Probably twice.”
She smiled cheekily.
And Kane did just that. Thinking of Ginger the entire time.
Chapter Six
Ginger managed to brush her teeth, wash her face and change into a fresh pair of yoga pants all by herself. It took forever, but she had to do it. If for no other reason than to prove to Kane that she was on the mend and she was up for anything tonight.
She’d shuffled to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee when she heard Kane come up behind her.
“Just what do you think you’re doin’?”
His raspy morning voice sent tingles zipping across her nerve receptors. She turned her head and his mouth was right there. Sweet, minty breath drifted from between his parted lips.