Corralled (Blacktop Cowboys 1)

Lainie the temptress pleased herself by grinding her clit against him. Forcing the smattering of hair on his chest to abrade her beaded ni**les. Burning his ear with her throaty sighs and sexy female grunts.

It was f**king torture. His body was coated with sweat. Slippery thighs, slick chest, drenched back. Hell, even his feet were sweating. He licked his upper lip and tasted salt. And Lainie. God, he loved the taste of her on his lips. In his mouth. Pouring down his throat.

Her command, “Suck my ni**les,” nearly set him off.

As he tongued one tip, he murmured, “Lainie. Darlin’. You’re killin’ me.”

“Mmm-hmm. And it’s so darn fun.”

He groaned. He needed to come so badly his teeth ached.

She licked the whorl of his ear and murmured, “What will get you there, cowboy?”

“Ride me faster.”

“Help me. Show me.”

Hank’s hands slid around her rib cage to grab two handfuls of her ass. He lifted her up, never completely dislodging his cock, and pulled her body back down. One, two, three times in rapid succession. “Like that. Just like that.”

The chair squeaked with her every bounce. The sound of skin slapping skin as her thighs connected with his reverberated in the air and through his body. His mind drifted into a hazy, urgent state, where nothing mattered but finding release.

“Hank? Oh, God, I’m there—”

He latched onto the section of skin below her ear and sucked.

Immediately Lainie’s cunt spasmed around his cock, drawing him deep.

And it was over. Hank grunted, squeezing his eyes shut as his dick emptied. The last pulses were squeezed out by the contractions of her pu**y and they rode out the last of her orgasm together.

Hank’s head dropped back as if too heavy for his neck. He fought the buzzing inside his brain that urged him to sleep.

Whoa. She’d popped his top that time.

A smooch to his chin brought him out of his sexual trance. “You all right?” She petted his jaw.

“It was so f**king good I zoned out.” Hank slid his hands up her damp back. Was anything sexier than the glow of satisfaction surrounding a well-fucked woman?

No. And he couldn’t wait to put that look on her face again.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You. Me.” Hank pumped his hips. “How I ain’t nearly done with you tonight. The next go-round is my choice, remember?” He grabbed her wrists and held them behind her back. “How do you feel about ropes?”

“Ropes? As in, you want to tie me up? During sex?”

When she said it in that breathless, hushed tone, his c**k twitched inside her.

Lainie’s eyes enlarged. “The idea of tying me up makes you hard?”

“Completely.” Hank pressed his lips to hers. “But that ain’t really news, Lainie. Even when I’ve just had you, I can’t see beyond the next time I can have you again.”

She let her eyes drift shut and Hank sensed her surrender.

Instead of roaring his masculine satisfaction at her silent submission, he kissed her, keeping it soft and easy. Until she began to demand more. Fast dueling of tongues. The escalated breaths of endless openmouthed kisses. Their heads constantly adjusted to find the best angle to take the kiss deeper yet.

The tight clasp of his dick inside her cunt loosened. Heated. The aroma of her renewed arousal drifted up from where their bodies were still joined.

Hank’s lips nibbled. Teased. Slid over to her ear. “Lainie.”

“I love your voice. Especially when you whisper in my ear as you f**k me.”

“You like it when I whisper naughty nothings?” he murmured.

“Yes.”

“I have a specific naughty in mind.” He lightly sucked the air from her ear. “I want what no other man has had. I want to grind my c**k into that hot little ass of yours.”

Lainie’s body stiffened.

“Me ’n’ Kyle will both be taking our turns in your ass. You had to expect that, getting involved in a threesome.” Hank nuzzled his lips up a fraction of an inch. “One of us has to have the privilege of being first, and I want it to be me.”

Chapter Eleven

“Why you?” she asked breathlessly.

“You want prettied-up words, or the God’s honest truth?”

“Find a way to give me both, Hank.”

He smiled against her cheek, enchanted by her response. “Because I was with you first. Because I was a little vanilla in bed with you. I’ve seen the error of my gentlemanly ways”—he licked the shell of her ear—“and let’s see if you can handle my rougher side.”

She looked at him with clear desire. “I can.”

He needed her to say the words. Out loud. “Tell me what it is you want me to do to you so there’s no misunderstanding.”

“Hank—”

“Say it,” he demanded.

“I want to feel you in my ass. No time for me to think about it or change my mind. I just want you to do it.”

Hank growled. “Bedroom. Now.” He carefully lifted her, holding her up until her feet touched the ground. She flounced off, that perfect ass shaking with her every step. He couldn’t wait to watch his c**k disappearing between those soft, round cheeks.

Needing a minute to compose himself, Hank wiped the top of the buffet with a dish towel. Righted the candlesticks and the tea set. Shoved the chair back where it belonged. Satisfied he’d left no sign of their sexcapades, he picked up his clothes. In the bathroom, he ditched the condom, washed his hands, and splashed cold water on his face.