Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders 12)

“This is one of the more extreme things you’ll see. For that woman, the more men involved in the scene, the better.”

“M-more than two men?” Ainsley stuttered.

“Yep. I’ve seen her take six men at one time.” His lips skimmed the underside of her jaw, sending tingles down the left side of her body. “Wanna know how that works?”

“No.”

He chuckled. “Such a bad liar. You’re tryin’ to figure out where six cocks are gonna go, so let me set the scene. She’d have one in her pu**y, one in her ass, one in her mouth. Another would be f**king her tits. The last two? One in each hand.”

Talk about multitasking.

“And she really gets off on the guys comin’ all over her. On her face, her tits, her ass.”

Again, she was speechless.

“Not your thing?” Bennett asked softly.

“Being coated in come? No.”

“What about multiple partners? Does the thought of two men touching you, f**king you, bending you to their will send a shiver of want down your spine?”

“No. I’m more of a one-on-one type, I think.”

He placed another soft kiss on the inside of her neck. “That’s good to know.”

With Bennett touching her and kissing her, Ainsley realized she didn’t want to watch what other couples were doing; she wanted to experience it for herself.

“Find a room. Now.”

“Come on.” Bennett tugged her down the hallway and pushed her into a room. He slammed the door and pressed her against it.

She expected he’d kiss her with unrestrained passion. Tear off her clothes and take her hard and fast against the door.

But Bennett stepped back and waited.

For what? A written invitation?

Right, she was in charge of this scenario. Forced out of lust-filled possibilities, she locked her gaze to his.

“Tell me what you want me to do, Angel.”

She didn’t hesitate. “Make me come. Fast. Use your fingers or your mouth or even a vibrator. I don’t care but do it now.”

“Drop the robe.”

Her fingers fumbled with the knot at her waist. Then Bennett was there, taking over, murmuring, “You really need this, don’t you?”

“Yes.” The robe slithered down her back. “On second thought, forget the vibrator. I have a whole collection of them at home.”

When he tried to kiss her, she turned away so his mouth connected with her cheek.

“No time for kisses, huh?” His big hands cupped her br**sts, then he jerked the peignoir aside and pulled her bra cup down. A rumbling noise reverberated against her breast when he bent and sucked her nipple into his hot mouth.

Ainsley kept her hands by her sides, lost in the silken pull of his mouth and the hot lashes of his tongue. She shifted impatiently, her damp thighs rubbing together, trying to create enough friction to set her off. But it wasn’t working. She released a frustrated wail.

Then Bennett’s mouth was on her ear. “Don’t make me guess, dammit. You’re in charge. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

She blindly reached for his hand and shoved it between her legs. “Touch me. Please.”

He tugged aside her g-string and plunged a finger into her pu**y. Then another. Thrusting in and out, a pleased rumble vibrated in her ear when he realized how wet she was. She pushed her pelvis toward him, wanting more.

Bennett trailed sucking kisses down the side of her neck.

Any attention to her neck made her thrash wildly. She used her shoulder to force his mouth away from her skin.

“Hold still,” he hissed.

“I can’t. Touch my clit. I’m so close.”

Muttering another curse, Bennett slid his fingers free and rubbed the wet digits on her clit. He eased back and suckled her left nipple so hard she felt the bite of his teeth.

That set her off. “Yes. Yes!” Her clit throbbed beneath his stroking fingers, sending tremors throughout her body. When her head fell back, Bennett zeroed in on her neck and sucked.

Her whole body vibrated as if she’d swallowed a live current.

He kept sucking and petting her until her knees gave out. “Whoa there, Angel.” He pressed his lower body against the door, keeping hers upright.

When he tried to rest his forehead on her shoulder, she twisted free. “I’m all right.”

Trying to regain her mental balance, she sidestepped him and took in the private room.

The bland space didn’t look like it belonged in a sex club. Well, besides the gigantic bed. And the swing-like contraption in the corner. And the shackles hanging from the ceiling. Maybe her initial impression had been too hasty.

Air blew down from the vents reminding her of her skimpy attire. Why hadn’t Bennett enclosed her in his arms?

Because you didn’t ask him to. Or tell him to. You’re in charge, remember? He follows your lead.

Which begged the question, what now? Now that she’d so easily, so quickly, so wantonly fallen apart in his arms? Begging him to touch her clit, for crying out loud.

A true Domme wouldn’t react with embarrassment. A real Domme would probably…reward him for bringing her to orgasm.

Visualizing herself as that ball-busting woman allowed her to face him with a sultry smile. Her appreciative gaze rolled over his body. “Thank you, Bennett. I guess I needed that more than even I knew.”

“It was my pleasure, Ma’am.”

“Know what my other pleasure would be? Seeing you completely naked. Strip.”

The muscle in his jaw flexed and he made no move to obey.

“Problem?”

“No. I just… No problem at all.” His leather vest came off first. Followed by his western shirt. He grumbled something as he toed off his boots, but she was too busy gawking at his near nakedness to pay much heed.

Heaven help her, the man had one of those chests. Broad, muscular, masculine perfection with just the right amount of chest hair. Ainsley’s eyes followed that trail of dark hair down his torso to the top of his jeans. She watched as he unhooked his belt. Watched as he popped the button loose. Watched as he slid the zipper down. Held her breath as those Wranglers fell to the carpet. Holy mother of all saints the man had the largest dick she’d ever seen outside of  p**n . She finally chanced a look at his face.

Bennett managed a tight-lipped smile. “Like what you see?”

“I’m sort of half-scared by it, if you wanna know the truth.”

“I haven’t gotten many complaints.”

“I don’t imagine you have.” She sauntered forward. Her eyes snared his. Then her fist closed around his girth and she squeezed.