Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders 12)

Ainsley flipped on the lamps in the living room. She shut the shades. She fought the need to tidy up—straighten the fleece blanket draped over the couch, gather the newspaper and mug on the coffee table. How could she be so nervous in her own house?

“Ainsley.”

She looked at him, definitely in Dom mode now, nonchalantly leaning against the wall. With that look in his eye. The man knew how to smolder. “Yes?”

“Come here.”

A mere twenty steps across the small space and she stood in front of him. More nervous than before.

Bennett ran his knuckles down her cheek. Then he cupped her chin and traced the outline of her lips with his thumb. “Put your mouth on me.”

Ainsley didn’t move. Didn’t think. He’d tell her exactly what he wanted her to do. And that was exactly what she wanted. After being in charge all day, she’d gladly let Bennett take charge of her.

His hand fell to his waist and he worked his belt buckle, his midnight-blue eyes remained locked on hers.

She lowered to the carpet. She unzipped his jeans and yanked the denim until the jeans were around his ankles. He’d gone commando. His c**k bounced against his belly.

He threaded both his hands through her hair and brought her face to his groin. “Take all of me.”

Closing her eyes, she let Bennett guide her where he wanted. The wet tip of his c**k brushed her lips. She opened her mouth wider, as the hard flesh slipped over her tongue. When the cockhead bumped into her soft palate, she fought the gag reflex until she took his entire length.

He held her head in place and said, “Swallow.”

Her throat muscles constricted around the head and he groaned.

“Again.”

Ainsley exhaled and swallowed twice in rapid succession.

“Christ that’s good. Enough.” Bennett slowly eased back. “Suck me hard.”

Her hands clamped onto his butt cheeks to bring his body closer. His balls bumped her chin. Then she started to suck.

Bennett broke that tight suction each time as he pulled back until the rim of his c**k scraped against her teeth. He permitted her to moisten her lips before he slid his shaft in, again lodging his c**k in her throat. “Ah, f**k. I could watch you all night. You’re hot as fire on your knees with my dick filling your mouth.”

She looked up at him. Not feeling passive, but powerful.

“So pretty.” His fingers lovingly mapped every plane and angle of her face. “So obedient. Make me come, angel.” He kept his hands on her cheeks as he pumped in and out of her mouth with short, fast jabs.

Ainsley worked the tip, flicking her tongue beneath the head as she sucked in opposition to his thrusts.

His hands tightened, his breath quickened and he made a guttural sound as he came in hot spurts.

A haze of satisfaction coursed through her as she swallowed. She kept tonguing and sucking until he squeezed her jaw, forcing her to release him.

Bennett slumped against the wall with a heavy sigh.

She remained on her knees, running her fingertips up his naked flanks as she nuzzled his belly. Enjoying touching him.

“Ainsley,” he said in that sex-roughened voice. He wrapped his hands around her biceps and brought her to her feet. His gaze was firmly fixed on her mouth. “I love seein’ your lips lookin’ so shiny and full after you blow me. It’s goddamn sexy.” He leaned forward and brushed his mouth over hers. Twice. Then he murmured, “Get your vibrator.”

She hesitated long enough that he quirked the one eyebrow that said, Why you still here questioning me? and she hustled to her bedroom nightstand.

Since Bennett hadn’t specified which vibrator, she chose the most basic silver bullet model. She returned to the living room to find he’d rearranged the furniture, placing a straight-backed kitchen chair across from one of the green parson’s chairs. He’d yanked up his jeans and kicked off his boots. His posture as he rested his backside into her couch might’ve been standoffish—arms folded over his chest—but the heat in his eyes nearly set her clothes on fire.

“Underwear off. Pantyhose off.” He grinned ferally. “But go ahead and put them high heels back on.”

After she strapped on the heels, he held his hand out for the vibrator and pointed to the kitchen chair.

“You know what I’ve been thinkin’ about since I saw you up on that stage, looking so damn professional in that sexy-assed skirt?”

Ainsley shook her head.

“How much I wanna see your hand up that skirt getting yourself off.” He studied her. “Have you ever done that? Been so horny that you had to take care of yourself in your office?”

“No.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“No. I haven’t done it. I swear.”

“Good.” Bennett parked himself on the parson’s chair less than five feet from where she sat. “Think about it. You’re dressed so prim and proper, but your thoughts are so naughty. You’re so desperate to come you’ve locked your office door. No one can see you. No one knows what you’re doin’. Show me what you’d do.”

Her pulse skyrocketed. Bennett liked to play games. Her hands trembled as she inched her fingers down the silky fabric covering her legs. When she reached the hem, she tugged the skirt upward, not in a strip tease but trying to keep her thunder thighs from joggling. Once the material circled her hips, she glanced over at Bennett.

“Touch yourself.”

She palmed her mound, separating her pu**y lips with her middle finger. She swirled the tip around the opening, slid it back up and performed the same swirling motion around her clit. Then side to side. Following the slit back down, she pushed her finger inside her pu**y.

“Did it make you hot when my c**k was in your mouth?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck yourself. Use two fingers.”

Ainsley spread her knees wider and pressed both fingers deep. She moved them in and out, trying not to be embarrassed by the wet sucking noises her body made. She ground her clit into the hard flesh at the base of her thumb.

“That’s it, baby, come on. Take it. I can tell you’re almost there.”

She arched back, removing her hand so her middle finger could flick her clit. So close. So close… Right…there. She gasped, enjoying that sweet, sweet throb of orgasm. In that moment her thoughts were purely selfish. She didn’t think of Bennett at all.

As the last pulse faded, warm lips landed on hers. Impatient fingers fumbled with the buttons on her sweater. She wanted to sink into the kiss, but Bennett murmured, “Off. All of it.”